Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

Outside Changqing Realm, that doorway stood for an entire night.

It stood very quietly.

There was no knocking.

There was no rush.

There was no more trace of the old book's style, nor was there any turning of pages, making notes, adding labels, or erasing lines from an unknown place, as was done during the day.

It just stood there.

Like an extremely faint yet high outline drawn with cold ink, it hangs outside the boundary of Evergreen Realm.

The person behind the door probably knew as well.

At this stage, many things can no longer be easily suppressed as before, relying on a page of a booklet, a stroke of the pen, a shadow, or a doorman.

Thus, they unusually suppressed the cold, hard inertia behind the door.

He put down his pen.

A door was built.

I'd like to talk.

Unfortunately, Su Changqing had no intention of getting up in the middle of the night to talk to anyone about these things.

He said it was too late.

That would be too late.

This is not a pose.

It was not an intentional act of humiliation.

This person genuinely believes—

No matter how big the matter, it shouldn't interfere with sleep.

In particular, we can't let the family of three miss a good night's sleep in the Evergreen area.

Therefore, the Evergreen Realm was truly at peace that night.

Su Changqing slept soundly.

Li Hanyi also slept soundly.

Su Xiaonuo was like a soft little cotton ball. She turned over twice in the middle of the night, once snuggling into Li Hanyi's arms and the other time stretching her little feet onto Su Changqing's legs. In the latter half of the night, she muttered softly, "Bad guy, pay me back for the candy."

The peach grove outside swayed gently.

Big White's snoring was deafening.

In her dream, Xiaohua was still muttering about "buying tickets, paying extra, and VIP seats."

Everything is very human.

And that shadow behind the door stood outside all night.

This was probably a very rare occurrence for the person across the hall.

Because they are used to waiting for others to look up to them.

I've become accustomed to having others approach the door, the book, and the brushstrokes that seem to descend from above with utmost caution, trepidation, and reverence.

When have they ever tried to open the door, only to have the person inside completely ignore them and go to sleep?

No.

At least, Bai Heng, who is still alive today, has never heard of it.

So if someone could see the rhythm of the pages of that old book being turned behind the door right now, they would probably notice—

That night, the pages turned more slowly than usual.

It's not because of calm.

Rather, it was because that extremely rare sense of pause had reappeared.

I don't feel comfortable behind the door.

Or rather, they are learning to adapt to a completely new rhythm.

A sort of--

No longer do we write whenever they say when to start, or talk whenever they say when to start.

This feeling is very unpleasant.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Because Su Changqing is indeed not in a hurry.

The person behind the door is in a hurry.

……

The next day, the dawn was very gentle.

The morning light in the Evergreen Valley is always a bit clearer than in the outside world.

It's as if it's been washed by a sacred spring and then infused with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Su Changqing woke up first when the first ray of light shone through the window paper.

He didn't get up immediately, but just tilted his head slightly and glanced at his side.

Li Hanyi was not fully awake yet; her breathing had become shallower, indicating that she was clearly in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

Su Xiaonuo was sleeping sprawled out, her whole body lying sideways, half of the blanket kicked to the side, her little hand clutching a strand of Li Hanyi's hair that had fallen onto the pillow, as if she were holding some kind of trophy.

Su Changqing watched this scene, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

He first reached out and gently pulled Su Xiaonuo's leg, which was about to fall off the bed, back up, and then casually pulled the corner of the blanket up for Li Hanyi.

The movements were very gentle.

So light that it didn't even stir up a breeze.

But Li Hanyi still woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Su Changqing tucking her in. A soft, still slightly dazed look flashed across her eyes before she asked in a low voice:

"What time is it?"

"It had only been lit for a short time."

Where is that shadow outside the door?

"It's still there."

Li Hanyi paused slightly and turned her head to look out the window.

Through the paper window, she naturally couldn't see the extremely faint shadow of the door outside Changqing Realm.

But she knew it was still there.

It actually waited outside all night.

Thinking about this, even Li Hanyi couldn't help but feel a little strange.

That's behind the door.

The signboard holder extended a "talks can be done outside" message.

In the past, if such a thing happened to any realm, any sect, or any person, it would be enough to make them so terrified that they couldn't sleep all night.

But when it came to Su Changqing—

He not only slept.

She slept very well.

Even now that he's awake, he doesn't seem anxious at all.

This composure is beyond the ordinary sense of strength.

She looked at Su Changqing and asked in a low voice:

"Are you still planning to make it wait?"

"Let it wait a bit."

Why?

Su Changqing smiled.

"Because the third brother's situation is more urgent now."

Li Hanyi: "..."

This answer is so Su Changqing-esque.

Behind the door, an old book appeared, its shadow leading to negotiations. You said to leave it for now, because the wind was more urgent than it.

If someone else said this, it would sound like they were courting death.

But when Su Changqing said it, it actually seemed quite reasonable.

Because she could almost imagine how lively things must be on Tianqi's side right now.

Sure enough, Su Xiaonuo woke up the next moment.

The little girl woke up because she was hungry.

She first twitched her nose, realizing she hadn't smelled the aroma of porridge this morning, then groggily opened her eyes and mumbled:

"Father..."

"Um?"

"breakfast……"

Su Changqing chuckled.

"Is this the first thing you say when you wake up?"

Su Xiaonuo blinked, slowly sat up, her little face still a little red from sleep.

"What else?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then remembered something and immediately asked:

Did the bad guy give you the candy?

it is good.

The second sentence is this.

Su Changqing nodded.

"not yet."

Su Xiaonuo immediately frowned.

"Why hasn't he paid us back yet?"

Li Hanyi sat up and tidied her messy little hair.

"Because bad people are slow."

Su Xiaonuo nodded as if she understood, then turned to look at Su Changqing.

"Daddy, are we going to see that bad guy Bai Bai again today?"

"go."

"Is that bad guy who keeps the books still around?"

"Also there."

"I need to eat first!"

"it is good."

Su Changqing got out of bed with a smile.

What do you want to eat today?

Su Xiaonuo immediately perked up and started counting on her fingers.

"I want to eat mini steamed buns!"

"I also want sweet porridge!"

"And fried eggs!"

"The fried egg should be perfectly round!"

"Um."

Su Changqing responded while putting on his outer garment.

As Li Hanyi watched the father and daughter exchange questions and answers, a tender look couldn't help but appear in her eyes.

The shadowy figure behind the door waited all night.

Bai Heng probably also suffered through the night in the cage.

Tianqi City had probably gone mad all night.

But the first thing Su Changqing did when he woke up this morning was still to ask his daughter what she wanted for breakfast.

This feeling is truly subtle.

It is also a kind of stability that she can no longer live without.

……

Before long, a fire was lit in the small stove outside the building.

As the rice is put into the pot, its aroma slowly emerges.

Knead the dough, cut the filling, and wrap it into small buns.

The eggs were beaten and poured into the small round pot. With a sizzle, the aroma of eggs immediately filled the air.

Little Flower woke up first.

It stood on the eaves, drowsily looked outside, and then, smelling the fragrance, immediately perked up.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Dinner's ready!"

"Boss, time to cook!"

"Big White, wake up! Little Nuo, wake up! The one outside is still waiting!"

When the last sentence was uttered, Li Hanyi paused slightly while holding the bowl.

She glanced at Xiaohua.

"Can you see?"

Xiao Hua puffed out her chest, looking smug.

"I'm smart!"

"I'm awesome!"

"I saw it!"

"There's a big gate outside, and he's just standing there like an idiot!"

Su Changqing, who was listening nearby, chuckled.

"That's a pretty apt description."

Xiaohua was even more pleased with herself.

"Am I right? Am I right?"

Li Hanyi: "..."

Even parrots are starting to judge the doors behind doors.

This evergreen world is becoming less and less like a "high place," and instead seems to have dragged the heavens and the earth into an extremely absurd family routine.

Big White was woken up by Little Flower's shout and, as expected, groggily got up from the edge of the peach grove.

It first shook its fur, then yawned loudly, and then rolled its round body all the way to the edge of the courtyard, staring longingly at the buns in the pot.

As soon as Su Xiaonuo saw Da Bai arrive, she immediately jumped off the stool and ran over to hug its neck.

"Big White!"

"You're awake too!"

Big White let out a soft whimper and gently rubbed against her with its fluffy head.

Su Xiaonuo immediately burst into laughter.

If the person who sat in front of the Taiji Hall last night and listened to Bai Heng recount the terrifying secrets of the old records behind the gate, the record holders, the record tamperers, the record sealers, and the gate servants entering his dreams were to see this scene in the courtyard, he would probably be in a daze for a long time.

Because the contrast is just too great.

On one side, there is the overwhelming evil from above, enough to suffocate an entire realm.

On one side, however, it's an ordinary morning: a child hugging a polar bear, a parrot calling for dinner from the roof beam, a man frying eggs by the stove, and a woman sitting at the table wiping her child's hands.

But Su Changqing happens to live somewhere in between.

It can even break down the former bit by bit and then knead it into the order of the latter.

This is the most incredible part.

……

Breakfast was served quickly.

The small steamed buns have thin skins and generous fillings, and when you bite into them, there's a little bit of hot soup inside.

The sweet rice porridge is warm and has a soft, sticky texture without being greasy.

A round fried egg was placed in front of Su Xiaonuo, and the little girl's eyes lit up. She first scooped up a spoonful of porridge with her little spoon, then took a bite of the steamed bun, her cheeks bulging as she ate.

Halfway through her meal, she suddenly remembered something, looked up, and asked:

"Father, is that person outside still here?"

"They didn't leave."

"Isn't it hungry?"

"I'm probably not hungry."

"Isn't it sleepy?"

"Maybe not sleepy either."

"Oh……"

Su Xiaonuo thought about it carefully and came to a conclusion.

"That's so stupid."

Why?

"Because none of them go home to sleep on their own."

"..."

The table fell silent for a moment.

Li Hanyi couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly.

Su Changqing nodded solemnly.

That makes sense.

"So Daddy will teach it later."

"Should we teach it to sleep?"

"Teach it to line up."

"queue?"

"Yes, whoever comes to me must follow the rules first."

Su Xiaonuo's eyes lit up.

"Should we line up like in front of the Evergreen Pavilion?"

"almost."

"Does it need a sign?"

"It depends on whether it's worthy or not."

The father and daughter chatted more and more smoothly, while Li Hanyi quietly ate her porridge and listened, eventually getting used to it.

For a fleeting moment, a scene actually flashed through her mind—

The high, imposing shadow gate behind the main entrance was used by Sikong Changfeng, who, holding a number, arranged for them to wait at the entrance of Changqing Tower.

Thinking about it, she herself found it outrageous.

It may be outrageous, but it is outrageous nonetheless.

She didn't think it was entirely impossible.

……

Meanwhile, in Tianqi City, things had indeed gone even more insane.

Overnight, the news that the gatekeeper's paper talisman had been successfully refined into a dream-preventing talisman was completely confirmed.

In addition, the sign that read "Talks are possible outside the door" was written by Sikong Changfeng according to Su Changqing's wishes, with only half of the sentence written and hung in the most conspicuous position.

[A voice finally spoke from behind the door: Is it possible to talk?]

The following section is intentionally left blank.

It left everyone itching to leave.

This resulted in even more people flocking to the Taiji Hall early in the morning.

Some people are after the dream-preventing charm.

Some were there because of Bai Heng's subsequent nighttime interrogation.

More often than not, it's because of the phrase "talks can be made outside the door".

What are we talking about?

Who is talking to whom?

Did the person behind the door lower their head?

Or is Mr. Su preparing to charge in?

These few words can evoke countless layers of meaning in one's mind.

What Sikong Changfeng excels at most is this kind of blank space.

He didn't even need to say anything more.

People will fill it in themselves.

At this moment, Sikong Changfeng was standing in front of the ticket counter, looking radiant, with a sparkle in his eyes that even staying up all night couldn't suppress.

The copies made last night have sold like hotcakes.

This morning, the pre-registration for the "Door Slave Paper Talisman to Prevent Dreams" had already reached the third book.

The moment the sign read "Talks can be held outside the door," the powerful and influential figures of Tianqi were hooked. They all wanted nothing more than to surround Sikong Changfeng, pry open his mouth, and ask Mr. Su when he would "talk."

Sikong Changfeng, of course, wouldn't say that.

Because he himself didn't know.

But he knew how to say it.

"Please don't be anxious, everyone."

"Mr. Su has his own arrangements."

"If there are any new developments, Changqinglou will update the show schedule as soon as possible."

"Please take your numbers first, don't rush."

"The eligibility for the main auction will be ranked according to the seating level of Bai Heng's special session last night."

"Sub-statues are reserved, starting with the top-ranked VIPs and proceeding downwards."

"What? You didn't come last night? Then start as a substitute in the standing room."

"These are the rules, and there will be no exceptions."

This set of words actually managed to calm everyone in the room.

Xiao Se watched from a distance, feeling a mix of emotions.

Sikong Changfeng has truly been thoroughly exploited by Changqinglou.

In the past, how could he have been so adept at manipulating people's hearts, controlling expectations, releasing products in tiers, and packaging "unknown progress" as the core selling point of subsequent projects?

Now look what's happened.

Not only can they do it, but they do it exceptionally well.

As Bai Heng sat in his cage, watching the morning hustle and bustle in front of the Taiji Hall, he finally gained a very direct understanding:

I have truly become a "living advertisement".

It's not a metaphor.

That's reality.

Even if he sits here without saying anything, the number of people queuing outside will continue to grow.

The reason why dream-avoidance charms can be sold is because of door slaves.

What can be discussed outside the door can drive people mad, because of what's behind the door.

Bai Heng is precisely the most direct proof of these two things.

He was sitting.

It's like telling everyone on behalf of Changqinglou:

Look, this is what comes after the door.

Mr. Su has locked me up here.

They wanted to go back through the door.

She even wanted to talk to Mr. Su.

This reality caused the sense of absurdity in Bai Heng's heart to slowly resurface.

He suddenly understood why Sikong Changfeng's words, "the number one high-end ornament," were so poignant.

Because it is perfectly accurate.

Right now, aren't I the biggest signboard that Changqinglou uses to accommodate all the imagination, fear, anger, curiosity, and consumer desires behind the door?

Having figured this out, Bai Heng's silence deepened even further.

He was too lazy to even get angry anymore.

Because the most terrifying thing about this cage is that it doesn't just lock his body in place.

It is rewriting his "meaning" layer by layer.

……

In the Evergreen Realm, the meal was finally finished.

Su Xiaonuo patted her tummy and let out a small, satisfied burp.

"I'm so full."

Su Changqing reached out and scratched her nose.

Eat slowly.

"I'm already very slow."

Su Xiaonuo spoke with righteous indignation.

"The steamed buns smelled so good."

Little Flower, standing to the side, overheard this and immediately repeated it:

"The steamed buns smell so good! The steamed buns smell so good!"

"The boss is amazing! He's the best at making steamed buns!"

Big White let out a soft "woof" from the side, as if in agreement.

Li Hanyi sat at the table, finished the last mouthful of porridge, put down the bowl, and inadvertently looked towards the horizon outside the courtyard.

The shadow of that door is still there.

Standing quietly.

No rushing, no fussing, and no breaking up.

It seemed they were truly determined to wait there for Su Changqing to come over on his own initiative.

She said softly:

"Are you really going to make it wait indefinitely?"

Su Changqing stood up, picked up the small porcelain bottle on the table, and straightened the candied hawthorn skewers inside.

"It's good to let it wait."

"Isn't it in a hurry?"

"The less anxious it seems, the more I know it's actually in a hurry."

Li Hanyi was slightly taken aback.

Su Changqing smiled.

"Those guys behind the door have never been good at waiting."

"They're used to others being impatient."

"The fact that they are able to remain still now actually shows that they dare not make any rash moves for the time being."

After saying that, he put the porcelain bottle back in its original place and looked up at the shadow of the door.

"Let's go."

"Shall we go now?"

"Um."

"talk?"

"Let's see if they're qualified to talk to me first."

He turned and glanced at Li Hanyi.

"You and Nuonuo stay here for now."

"I'll just go check at the door and come right back."

Li Hanyi did not nod immediately.

She looked at him and slowly asked:

"What if there's an ambush behind that door?"

Su Changqing smiled.

"It would be best if it were available."

"So we don't have to search for them one by one later."

Li Hanyi remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

Come back soon.

"it is good."

Su Xiaonuo was playing with Da Bai when she heard this and immediately looked up.

"Where is Father going?"

Su Changqing walked over and picked her up.

"Go check at the entrance."

"I'm going too!"

"You're not going."

Why?

"Because the person keeping the accounts outside hasn't paid for the candy yet."

Su Xiaonuo immediately became serious.

"Then Father must remember to collect the debts!"

"rest assured."

"At least two strings!"

"At least two strings."

"And my bamboo skewers!"

"You have to pay compensation."

Su Xiaonuo was satisfied and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Good luck, Daddy!"

Su Changqing smiled and agreed, then handed it back to Li Hanyi.

A gentle breeze blew through the evergreen world.

The peach blossoms fell.

The extremely faint yet towering gate stood silently at the edge of the Evergreen Realm, as if waiting for a conversation that was finally about to begin.

Su Changqing finally walked towards it.