20demayo Chapter 228 Insignificant
Chapter 228 Insignificant
Thus, those thoughts that were originally intertwined and entangled with each other began to be arranged and combined in an orderly manner, as if they had found their respective belonging and order.
Every vague clue, every seemingly insignificant detail, now appeared in his mind extremely vividly, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, clearly visible and shining.
These clues and details are interconnected and echo each other, together forming a complete and intricate picture.
This allowed him to effortlessly see the underlying trend and easily understand the cause and effect of the entire incident as well as the truth hidden behind it.
Lu Yan's hawk-like sharp eyes seemed to turn into two flaming arrows, carrying endless eagerness and full of care, and shot straight towards the direction of the sound at lightning speed! At that place, there was a man standing with an excited look on his face.
"Really? This... this is actually true!"
He exclaimed in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly from excessive excitement.
"You...you actually thought of a way to get us out?"
His face, which was originally pale due to nervousness, instantly turned red, as if it had been roasted by fire.
Especially those eyes, which were not small to begin with, were now wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to be about to break through the constraints of the eye sockets and jump out.
That look was filled with a complex mix of surprise, excitement, and disbelief, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, hard to ignore.
His face, which usually looked a little weathered and covered with stubble, now turned red due to extreme excitement, like a ripe apple.
A layer of fine beads of sweat like pearls appeared on his forehead at some point. They slowly flowed down his forehead. Some of them hung on his thick eyebrows, dangling precariously; some slid directly across his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
His lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his originally deep and steady voice unconsciously rose several degrees at this moment, sounding a little sharp and harsh.
Every word that came out of his mouth was trembling, as if he was using all his strength to express the surging emotions in his heart.
"Will your solution really work?" Lu Yan's face, flushed with excitement, suddenly cooled as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. His brows furrowed tightly, a frown so tight that a fly could have been trapped between them. His eyes, once brimming with anticipation and excitement, now glowed with suspicion. He stared intently at Fang Congyi, as if trying to see through his eyes to his true innermost thoughts.
At this moment, Lu Yan's heart was in turmoil. Although he had initially been hopeful about the solution Fang Congyi had proposed, he was now beginning to harbor deep doubts. Was it truly reliable? Would it ultimately prove a false hope? Was it truly as miraculous and effective as Fang Congyi had described, or was it merely a beautiful yet illusory illusion, seemingly vibrant and colorful, yet incredibly fragile and ready to shatter at the slightest sign of trouble? These questions coiled around Lu Yan's heart like venomous snakes, leaving him with a sense of inexplicable unease and anxiety.
His eyes, as deep as a pool, faintly revealed a hint of unconcealable worry and uneasiness. This emotion, like a thin layer of mist, gently enveloped his eyes, dimming their once bright and sharp gaze. It was as if the depths of those inky black pupils concealed countless unspoken thoughts.
From the look in his eyes, it was clear that he didn't harbor much anticipation or hope for this sudden, unannounced news. Instead, he was likely filled with deep worry and fear, fearing that this news would bring about a series of unexpected consequences, disrupting his current peaceful life and plunging everything into an unknown and uncertain vortex.
Although Fang Cong exuded confidence and a resolute gaze, patting his chest with assurance to Lu Yan, claiming that after much thought and in-depth research, he had successfully found a perfect solution to the current predicament, Lu Yan's already tense expression, far from relaxing at the seemingly exciting news, became even more solemn. His deep, lake-like eyes revealed a hint of doubt and worry, as if he held little hope for the so-called "solution" the other person had spoken of.
On the contrary, he pursed his lips tightly, as if to block out all his words and emotions. At this moment, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds and thunder, which was daunting.
The solemn expression on his face was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making the air around him seem stagnant. Seeing this expression, people couldn't help but wonder: What exactly caused him to be so skeptical of this seemingly feasible plan?
Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many failed attempts before, and those painful and profound memories lingered with him, making him dare not easily believe in any so-called "perfect solution"; or perhaps the problem itself was extremely difficult and complicated, its difficulty far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so that no matter what kind of solution it was, it would sound absurd and unrealistic.
His face, already tense as a bowstring, didn't relax even a little after hearing this unexpected news, as one might expect. Instead, the tension seemed to intensify, causing his facial muscles to contract tightly, as if being pulled desperately by an invisible hand.
At this moment, his expression grew increasingly solemn and gloomy, like the heavy, oppressive dark clouds before a storm, weighing heavily on everyone's heart. His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep furrow that seemed to conceal endless worry and trouble. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling glint that seemed to see through all falsehoods and lies. His lips were pressed into a straight line, bloodless, like a frozen river in winter, cold and stiff.
The furrowed brow seemed to have been carved deeply into his broad forehead by an invisible chisel, forming two narrow and deep furrows. These two furrows were like ancient riverbeds that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, witnessing countless worries and troubles.
Her tightly closed lips were like two heavy iron doors, trembling slightly, as if thousands of words were hidden behind them, eager to burst out. However, they ultimately stubbornly held on to their last line of defense, tightly pursing their lips and refusing to utter a single word.
At this moment, he was like the calm surface of the sea before a storm. On the surface, the waves were calm and motionless, yet beneath the deep sea, undercurrents surged and waves roiled. And in his eyes, as deep as the abyss, a light shone that chilled the heart. This light was like a meteor streaking across the sky in the pitch-black night. Though fleeting, its dazzling brilliance illuminated the entire night sky, captivating everyone's gaze and leaving a deep impression on their hearts.
The emotions revealed in this light were extremely complex and profound. Not only was there obvious surprise and confusion, but there was also an overwhelming, uncontrollable worry and a lingering, intense uneasiness that surged like a tide. This emotion seemed to have transformed into an invisible force, tightly gripping his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.
It was as if this sudden news was a powerful hammer, slamming down on his heart with the force of thunder, instantly turning his previously tranquil heart upside down and sending turbulent waves surging. Faced with such a devastating blow, he was completely unprepared and could only watch helplessly as his inner world was completely shattered, scattered into fragments on the ground, with no way to recover.
"This is the great news we've been waiting for!" he said slowly, each word weighing heavily on his heart with joy and anticipation. His voice, though low and steady, carried a tinge of barely concealed excitement, like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of a calm lake, poised to erupt into a raging storm at any moment. Yet, in stark contrast, his normally solemn expression remained unwavering, like an indestructible mountain; no matter how his heart churned, his exterior remained as steady as a rock.
Perhaps, who could have imagined that this wonderful idea, like a drop of heaven, could be the decisive turning point in our current, dire predicament? It's like a ray of light in the darkness, offering us a glimmer of hope; like a beacon on the vast ocean, guiding us toward a shore filled with light and possibility. This sudden, brilliant idea might have value and significance far beyond our initial imagination. Perhaps it truly is the key to our transformation and our hopeless situation.
He clenched his fists tightly, the joints whitish from the exertion, veins barely visible beneath his skin. His gaze, like two blazing arrows, shot straight toward the distant horizon. It was as if, through the layers of clouds and the vast expanse of land, he could clearly see the beautiful future that captivated him and filled him with boundless hope.
"As long as we unwaveringly follow your method, I believe we will be able to overcome numerous difficulties and successfully escape this place that has trapped us for so long.
By then, we will be able to breathe the air of freedom again, bathe in the warm sunshine, and embrace the vast world that belongs to us again! "
At the end of his speech, his previously dull eyes suddenly ignited, flashing with a dazzling light. This light was so intense that it seemed to burn through all obstacles before it. It was the power of a deep, long-suppressed emotion that suddenly erupted—an extreme desire for freedom and victory!
At that moment, Fang Congyi's voice, brimming with joy and excitement, pierced through the thick fog with unstoppable force, like the first ray of warm spring sunshine breaking through the clouds. The voice was clear and resounding, as melodious as the sound of nature, yet as powerful as the resounding torrent of a mighty bell. It reached Lu Yan's ears like a flash of lightning piercing the pitch-black night sky, sending a shudder through his entire being.
However, what was even more surprising was that this cheerful tone, which should have been like a gentle spring breeze, gently blowing away the gloom in people's hearts, seemed to have lost its magic, failing to shake Lu Yan's gloomy face, which seemed to be shrouded in layers of dark clouds. He stood there quietly, like a statue, and even the laughter and joy around him could not dispel the heavy cloud on his face in the slightest.
In stark contrast, his face, already so gloomy it looked as if ink could drip from it, showed no sign of improvement or brightening at the other person's happiness. His expression remained as oppressive and gloomy as the sky before a storm, intimidating and making anyone afraid to approach. It seemed that no matter how joyful and beautiful the world around him was, it couldn't penetrate his thick gloom and bring him even a hint of positivity.
Lu Yan's brows were tightly kneaded, as if they were being kneaded hard by an invisible big hand, and the deep wrinkles were almost carved into his forehead.
The degree of frowning was as if she was carrying a heavy burden, and as if she was tightly bound by an inescapable shackle, which made people feel pity.
At the same time, an extremely depressing atmosphere quickly spread with him as the center. The air around him seemed to be infected, gradually becoming solemn and stagnant, as if time had frozen at this moment.
Fang Congyi's eagle-like sharp eyes accurately captured the subtle changes on Lu Yan's face.
At this moment, his heart sank suddenly, as if a huge rock suddenly fell into a bottomless abyss, making a dull "click" sound.
Fang Congyi, who was completely immersed in the ocean of his own joy just now, seemed to be struck by a lightning bolt from the sky, and as if someone had mercilessly poured a large basin of ice-cold water on him from head to toe.