deltrittennovels #551 - Wang Lina's confession
#551 - Wang Lina's confession
Wang Lina lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her face, her voice tinged with helplessness: "There were elders' family members involved, and later it blew up. From then on, the elders became more and more strict with me." Her fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the windowsill, as if touching those distant memories.
"I see, so it was the righteous militant faction," Tang Yin said, a playful glint in his eyes. His gaze fell on Wang Lina's delicate profile, looking at her slightly sharp eyebrows, a thought flashed through his mind—was she sent to Hidden Mist Village because she had offended the elders? This thought, like a feather, gently landed in his heart, stirring up layers of ripples.
Wang Lina brushed a stray hair behind her ear, revealing a slightly bitter smile. Moonlight shone through her slightly curled hair, casting dappled light on her fair cheeks: "Not really... just hot-blooded, and caused trouble." Her tone carried a hint of reminiscence, but her eyes sparkled with stubbornness.
"Rebellious phase?" Tang Yin asked softly, his voice tinged with thoughtfulness.
Moonlight streamed into the room through the carved wooden window lattices, adding a touch of haziness to their conversation. The old floorboards creaked softly beneath their feet, as if telling the story of this century-old house. Wang Lina leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and said thoughtfully, "It's that kind of feeling. Xiao Mei and Xiao Yi are probably the same. In this kind of rural place, good kids like Qin Ming are rare."
Tang Yin frowned slightly. He walked to the window, looking at the distant outline of the village shrouded in night: "Really? I think that compared to the distorted city, the children in the countryside are healthier and more simple."
"Let me put it this way, in this kind of poor place," Wang Lina's voice suddenly became low, as if suppressed by some invisible weight. The night wind swept past the eaves, bringing a faint sound of bells, the wind chimes hanging from someone's house.
Tang Yin was silent. Indeed, Hidden Mist Village was an extremely poor village. There was no roar of vehicles, no glow of cell phones, and even the most basic traces of economic activity were hard to find. The dilapidated houses looked particularly desolate in the moonlight. The villagers seemed to be able to maintain their livelihoods only through the most primitive agriculture and hunting, living a self-sufficient life almost isolated from the outside world.
The night breeze gently blew, bringing the rustling sound of distant branches and leaves, and the faint chirping of insects. Tang Yin's thoughts became clearer: the crops and prey here were probably only resold through Hundred Abundance Manor. If so, as long as Hundred Abundance Manor deliberately lowered the purchase price, Hidden Mist Village would never be able to escape the shadow of poverty. This thought made him feel a pang of heartache.
His gaze passed through the window, looking at the distant, scattered village lights. Those faint lights seemed so lonely and stubborn in the night. Although money can't buy everything, material poverty often leads to spiritual poverty. To maintain a pure and noble character in such an environment, only a saint could probably do it. For ordinary people, poverty only means endless hardship, like those lights swaying in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.
Even more thought-provoking was that Hidden Mist Village, a village isolated by Hundred Abundance Manor, had been surviving under unreasonable oppression since childhood. The muddy paths, the dilapidated wooden houses, the simply dressed villagers, all told of the hardship here. It was only natural for children growing up in this environment to develop rebellious tendencies. Perhaps in this situation, rebellious children seemed more real and lovely, like wildflowers growing stubbornly in the wilderness.
Wang Lina suddenly turned around, the moonlight outlining her graceful neckline. She looked at Tang Yin with a smile that was not a smile: "Are you scared?"
"No," Tang Yin answered crisply. Although his tone was calm, the fingers gripping the window frame tightened slightly.
The corners of Wang Lina's red lips curled into a playful arc, her eyes flashing with cunning light. She slowly walked towards Tang Yin, her leather boots making a slight clicking sound on the wooden floor: "You're lying. A woman like me who can pull out a baseball bat at any time must have scared your baseball bat soft, right?" Her tone was teasing, but it made the heavy atmosphere suddenly lighter.
"My ex-girlfriend was also this type," Tang Yin suddenly said, his voice calm and without a trace of emotion.
Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, her red lips slightly parted: "...Oh." Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking about something. After a moment, she hesitated and opened her mouth again: "...That... hey, really...?"
"Are you wavering?" Tang Yin turned around, the moonlight outlining his tall figure.
Wang Lina lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible nervousness: "...Did you really break up with your girlfriend?"
"Do you think I'm lying?" A playful look flashed in Tang Yin's eyes.
"I thought it was a pick-up line," Wang Lina raised her head, a faint blush appearing on her face.
Tang Yin shook his head, his tone tinged with self-deprecation: "That's too much. I really had a big fight with her, and then broke up at the risk of my life."
"Ah, haha...condolences..." Wang Lina laughed dryly twice, appearing somewhat awkward.
"What about you?" Tang Yin suddenly changed the subject.
"Huh?" Wang Lina was caught off guard, blinking her bright eyes.
"Fifty-three kills, it's your turn to confess, right?" Tang Yin's tone was teasing. The night wind gently blew, lifting a corner of the curtain, and the chirping of cicadas came from afar.
"Ah...um, that," Wang Lina stammered, unconsciously twirling her hair.
"For example, the number of people you've actually dated?"
"...Two...maybe?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, eventually becoming almost a mosquito's hum.
"Instantly turned from a super veteran driver into a novice?" Tang Yin raised an eyebrow.
Wang Lina's face flushed instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "When did I say that! I admit I made some things up, but I was still very popular in college, and people asked me out every day!" Her voice was tinged with panic and justification.
"If that's the case, why only two people?"
"Um...maybe because we weren't compatible?" Her tone gradually calmed down, and a hint of loneliness appeared in her eyes.
"What about me?" Tang Yin's voice was as light as a feather.
Wang Lina was silent, the moonlight casting faint shadows on her face: "..."
"Don't say it. If I have expectations, I'll become more and more afraid of death," her voice was tinged with bitterness.
Silence spread between the two, only the chirping of insects from afar reminded them of the passage of time.
"Everyone is afraid of death, right?" Tang Yin broke the silence.
"Who knows?" Wang Lina's gaze turned to the distance, as if looking at something invisible.
"Why do you say that?"
"Compared to death, gods are more terrifying," her voice suddenly became deep, carrying an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes.
Tang Yin was silent for a moment: "..."
"The gods you're talking about are different from most people's perceptions, right?" He carefully chose his words.
"Where?" Wang Lina turned her head, the moonlight illuminating her pale profile.
"How should I put it, it seems very terrifying. Haven't you seen them?"
Wang Lina's gaze became profound, as if she wanted to see through the darkness itself: "Everyone has encountered gods, maybe they just can't see them."
The night wind suddenly became cold, the curtains moved without wind, making a slight rustling sound. Wang Lina's voice sounded particularly clear in the darkness: "Gods are indeed very terrifying, it's just that everyone doesn't know it."
The air froze for a few seconds. Tang Yin took a deep breath and looked directly into Wang Lina's eyes: "Can't I see them either? Don't I know?"
Under the moonlight, Wang Lina's delicate profile looked particularly cold. She was silent for a long time, her lowered eyelashes casting a shadow on her face: "..."
"Only you, I don't know," she said softly, her voice tinged with an imperceptible tremor. Then, she raised her head, her eyes flashing with complex emotions: "So—I don't want to lose you."
Tang Yin's brows furrowed slightly, his tone becoming serious: "That sentence is a vow of eternal love. Don't joke like that."
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"...Are you angry?" Wang Lina asked cautiously, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting together.
"A little."
"Is that so?" Her voice was as light as a feather.
Tang Yin couldn't help but raise his voice: "It's come to this point, and you're still saying things that are misleading. You still haven't told me your true feelings. Isn't that a little too much?"
Wang Lina's shoulders trembled slightly, her voice tinged with helplessness: "...I don't know what to do either. I'm also very confused."
"Tell me everything," Tang Yin took a step forward, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness.
Wang Lina lowered her head, her long hair covering her expression: "..."
She suddenly turned around and walked quickly towards the door: "I'm going back to sleep."
"Wang Lina!!" Tang Yin's shout echoed in the corridor.
"Good night," her voice was erratic, like a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.
The door closed with a "click". Tang Yin stood there, countless questions flashing through his mind: What does this mean? Why is she running away?
He leaned against the wall, his brows tightly furrowed. Was he not enough for her to trust? Or was this all just her game? Or...is there really something wrong with her head? No, maybe there are other hidden secrets?
"Damn it!" he cursed in a low voice. He wanted to continue questioning her, but the door was already closed. Frustration surged in his chest, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.
Now is not the time to dwell on these things. The more important question is: Who is the wolf going to attack today?
Tang Yin walked to the window, looking at the dark courtyard outside, his thoughts racing. Among the people who voted for Wang Lina today, Grandpa Wolf is already dead, which means that she is unlikely to get the majority of votes in the future. If I were the wolf, the most important thing to do now would be to kill the people who are valuable to the human camp and are difficult to execute through the banquet vote.
Analyzing it this way, Wang Lina and Qin Ming are both in danger tonight. No, wait—Tang Yin's eyes suddenly sharpened. Conversely, if they survive, it will seem very unnatural, unnatural enough to make people suspect whether they are wolves.
His gaze fell in the direction Wang Lina had disappeared earlier, his heart filled with contradictions. Can he really trust her? Tang Yin couldn't be sure. But one thing was certain: eloquence would definitely be suspected, which would be extremely detrimental to her future survival.
A cold wind blew in from the crack in the window, carrying the unique chill of the night. Tang Yin sighed, belatedly realizing: should he have discussed running away with her just now?
"Never mind, it probably wouldn't have worked," Tang Yin muttered to himself, withdrawing his hand from the doorknob.
The night deepened, and the cold wind in the corridor made him shiver. Although he didn't know what she meant by the so-called god, given Wang Lina's personality, she would never choose the option of running away. Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but fall into deep thought: was the fear she showed just now really from the bottom of her heart?
Had she really seen the so-called god? Tang Yin shook his head, the idea was so absurd that he found it laughable himself. But...could the "god" without any real feeling be referring to a specific thing?
"Damn it, I can't figure it out," he scratched his hair irritably. His empty stomach protested, and hunger made his thinking even more confused.
"Let's go to sleep," Tang Yin decided to take a shower and recharge his energy first. However, he was still too naive.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the cracks in the curtains. Tang Yin opened his sleepy eyes, and the first thing he noticed was something wrong—the wooden stick propping up the door had been removed at some point. His heart jumped, and he immediately rolled out of bed and opened the door.
The scene outside the door stunned him. Qin Ming and Wang Lina were standing in the corridor, safe and sound. Gao Mei was also standing behind them, but her condition looked terrible: her face was frighteningly pale, and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes. Although the others weren't in good shape either, her situation was clearly more serious.
At this moment, Gao Mei was unusually quiet, obediently holding Qin Ming's hand, completely different from her fierce attitude yesterday. Tang Yin noticed that her other friend was gone.
The group walked silently towards the cafeteria. When he pushed open the door of the cafeteria, that ominous premonition returned—the door wasn't locked. This scene reminded Tang Yin of Gao Zhijie's door, it was like this that morning as well.
"Mom should be sleeping upstairs," Qin Ming rushed into the cafeteria before the others, his voice carrying a hint of undisguised nervousness.
Tang Yin's brain was racing: was Chen Xiang attacked? No, even if she wasn't attacked, judging from her unusual behavior yesterday, the possibility of suicide couldn't be ruled out—
However, his worries were clearly unnecessary. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he saw Chen Xiang's busy back. She was wearing an apron, busy in front of the stove, as if nothing had happened. The morning light shone on her through the windows of the cafeteria, outlining a warm and peaceful silhouette.
The aroma of food filled the air, dispelling a trace of the morning chill. But even so, Tang Yin still felt an indescribable sense of incongruity. Perhaps it was because this peace came too suddenly, or perhaps it was because the unsolved mysteries from last night still lingered in his mind.