Fu Hua Quotes

Hua Cheng disagreed respectfully. “You never know. I don’t care if anyone else is disappointed. But to some, the very existence of a certain person in this world is in itself hope.

So it’s your home,” Xie Lian commented. “Residence,” Hua Cheng corrected. “Not a home.” “Is there a difference?” Xie Lian asked. “Of course,” Hua Cheng replied. “A home has family. A place where someone lives alone is not a home.

You're so insincere," Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng laughed. "I promise, you will not find another person more sincere than me in this world.

Watching your beloved be trampled and ridiculed with your own eyes and being unable to do a thing about it. You understand that you are nothing, that you can do nothing. That's the worst suffering in the world.

I pray to never rest in peace,” Hua Cheng replied.

Hua Cheng would never help or protect anyone aside from Xie Lian,

To me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you, not the state of you,’” Hua Cheng recited languidly as he gazed at Xie Lian. He blinked meaningfully, cocking an eyebrow. “I feel the same way.

Hua Cheng had waited for him for over eight hundred years. What did it matter if he waited for Hua Cheng for eight hundred more? It could be a thousand years, ten thousand years, and he would still wait. He would still keep waiting.

Xie Lian smiled wistfully. “San Lang, things aren’t always that absolute. Sometimes, it’s not up to you to decide if the road is easy to walk.” “I might not be able to decide if the road is easy, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me,” Hua Cheng said quietly.

Hua Cheng raised his brows. “Mmm, that’s right. Virtuous and beautiful. A real noble, gracious special someone who I’ve liked ever since I was young. I had a crush for many years and pursued it nonstop until I managed to win my special someone over.

It’s all right. There’s nothing shameful about being afraid of something.” Xie Lian gave a small, flickering smile. “I’m just not brave enough, that’s all.” “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself,” Hua Cheng comforted. “Without fear, there is no courage.

I'd like to see what kind of ghost dares come knocking on my door.

Gege, want to get married?” “...” Xie Lian was struck dumb. “...Huh?” Such an intent gaze, such words; they were in such close quarters with nowhere to run. Colors exploded in Xie Lian's vision, and his mind went completely blank. His entire body was frozen, stiffer than a corpse. Seeing his reaction, Hua Cheng withdrew his arm and let out a snicker. “It's a joke. Did I shock gege?” “...” Xie Lian only snapped out of it with concerted effort. “...You're too much. How can you joke about something like that?” It wasn't just shock. He was so rattled by that question that his heart had almost stopped. And though he did not quite understand why, he also felt a trace of hurt. “My bad,” Hua Cheng laughed.

I’ve been wanting to ask,” Hua Cheng said. “If gege doesn’t feel secure living here, why not move somewhere else?” Xie Lian shook his head. “That’s easy for you to say, San Lang. Where would I move?” Hua Cheng smiled. “Why not move in with me?

By the time Xie Lian snapped out of his stupor, Hua Cheng had already reached his side. He clutched one of Xie Lian’s hands and pulled him up into an intense embrace. “…How can I possibly let go?” he whispered.

Hua Cheng stood in front of Xie Lian, shielding him.

It really wasn’t fair. Xie Lian didn’t dare touch anywhere on Hua Cheng that was even slightly dangerous. But in his confused state of mind, Hua Cheng’s hands roamed over every inch of his body without restraint, causing Xie Lian unspeakable torment.

Xie Lian made a curious noise and tilted his head. One of Hua Cheng’s arms suddenly snaked around Xie Lian’s waist and pulled him into his arms, and he lifted Xie Lian’s chin gently with his hand. And then, Hua Cheng enveloped Xie Lian’s lips with his own.

My beloved is a brave, noble, gracious special someone,” Hua Cheng continued. “He saved my life, and I’ve looked up to him ever since I was young. But I wanted to catch up to him and become even stronger for his sake. Although he might not remember me well—we never really talked—I want to protect him.” He gazed at Xie Lian. “If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you.

Seeing him like this made Hua Cheng join his laughter. He cupped Xie Lian’s face with his hands to guide him back, then leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t be nervous, gege,” he said gently.

On the third finger of his left hand there was now a thin red string, carefully tied there by Hua Cheng. The red string extended outward and connected to a red string knotted around Hua Cheng’s finger. Hua Cheng smiled and raised his own hand to show him that they now had identical tiny red butterfly knots on their fingers. “Now we’re joined together.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When

But Hua Cheng only replied, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honor.” Those words were like a fatal blow. Xie Lian could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and they began to pour. As if he were hanging on to the last thread of his life, he pleaded, “You said…you would never leave me.” But Hua Cheng replied, “There is no banquet in this world that doesn’t come to an end.

In the end, he made up his mind. Gritting his teeth, he whispered a simple phrase. “…I apologize in advance.” His voice was practically shaking as he said it. He clapped his hands together in silent prayer and then bent down. With his eyes shut tight, he pressed his lips against Hua Cheng’s. Hua Cheng’s eyes snapped open.

After much consideration, Xie Lian made a decision. “…Forgive me.” He cupped Hua Cheng’s cheeks and captured his lips with his own. Xie Lian then began to gently guide the turbulent flow of heat into his own body, helping ease Hua Cheng’s pain and agitation.

However, if Hua Cheng laughed, maybe it really was somewhat amusing after all.

For lack of anything to say to that, Xie Lian laughed. “Can you stand anyone?” That question was directed to Hua Cheng, and Shi Qingxuan replied, “He says, ‘Other than you, no.

Yet his eye didn’t remain closed for long—soon it snapped open once more as a pair of arms suddenly circled him from behind and caught him in a forceful embrace. Xie Lian buried his face in Hua Cheng’s back, but he didn’t speak either. Though nothing was said, it was enough. It was a long time before Xie Lian felt the man he was hugging turn around. Hua Cheng fervently returned the embrace, engulfing Xie Lian in his arms. From above his head, Xie Lian heard Hua Cheng’s staggering response. “Your Highness… You really will…be the death of me.

San Lang, how did you figure out that something was wrong?” After a pause, Shi Qingxuan replied, “Crimson Rain Sought Flower says he knew the moment you sought him out. Oh, Hua-chengzhu wants me to tell you this: ‘Gege is so shy, I knew he wouldn’t recite my verbal password if it wasn’t something major.

Hua Cheng was right behind him, his hands steady on Xie Lian’s waist. He was just one person, but to Xie Lian, it felt like the entire world was supporting him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.

Even if ‘Your Highness’ mistakes me, ‘I’ would never mistake Your Highness—because a Hua Cheng will only ever be the believer of a single Highness; he is faithful to his one and only. It will never happen.

It’s that pot of ‘Love for All Seasons’ stew,” Xie Lian replied warmly. “I’m heating it up.” Hua Cheng applauded quietly at this. “What a good name.” Qi Rong screeched, “YOU GAVE THAT FUCKING SHIT A NAME?! STOP!

Who exactly is that ‘noble, gracious special someone’?” Xie Lian asked solemnly. Hua Cheng’s finger—the one that was tied with the red affinity knot—subtly twitched a few times. He was silent for a while before he eventually answered, “If Your Highness already knows, then why ask?” Xie Lian nodded. “I see. So I didn’t misunderstand you. It really is true.” Hua Cheng didn’t respond. After a pause, Xie Lian asked, his tone flat, “Don’t you want to know…how I feel about this?

Xie Lian raised his head to look at it. “Is this the one you told me about? The best divine statue you ever sculpted?” he asked softly. Hua Cheng gazed up at it as well. It was a long while before his eyes fell back on the man beside him. “…Yes.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When you see something strange or dangerous, don’t touch it. Find me. Let me take care of it.

The auspicious Shangyuan Festival on the Grand Avenue of Divine Might, and the awe-inspiring first impression that had led to centuries of pining… A smile hung on Xie Lian’s face as he reflected on the past. In the end, Hua Cheng wasn’t the only one who’d fallen.

Hua Cheng bowed his head slightly and hugged Xie Lian’s waist. “All right… You don’t move either,” he whispered in his ear. Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing them to press tightly against one another, their faces nuzzling and their ears warming at the contact. While it was hardly the right time, a thought nonetheless flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: It doesn’t feel so bad to share a grave.

He whipped his head around. Hua Cheng was standing so close behind him, like he was about to reach out. Xie Lian stopped caring about anything else and went right for it—he pounced on Hua Cheng, cupped his cheeks with his hands, and then, getting up on his toes slightly to reach, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together. “…” said Feng Xin. “…” said Mu Qing. “…?” said Quan Yizhen. “Ho ho,” said Pei Ming.

Hua Cheng’s right hand held his left elbow, and his left hand propped up his chin. He looked at Xie Lian, seeming to think very seriously for a moment. “Then, gege, my order is…” Hua Cheng smiled happily. The anticipated command came mere moments later. “Borrow spiritual power from me.

TREADING ACROSS THE GROUND strewn with exquisite fragments of crimson, Xie Lian slowly approached Hua Cheng. He saw that the man’s shoulders had a few red blossoms scattered on them, and he wanted to brush them off for him, but he realized that gesture would be overly intimate. So he forced down the urge and tucked his arms behind his back, smiling. “Not only can you call forth blood rain, you can also make a flower shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!

But it wasn’t enough. Since they were already in that position, Xie Lian thought he might as well take a bit more—he wound his arms tightly around Hua Cheng’s neck to deepen the kiss. All the fatigue he’d been feeling was swept away in an instant as his body was refilled with spiritual power. The enormous sword of spiritual light in the giant stone statue’s grip clamored with riotous noise. “What is this?!” Feng Xin cried, clearly shaken. “What are you two doing?! Your Highness?!” Xie Lian choked—only then did he break away. He didn’t dare look down. “I’m b-borrowing spiritual power!” he shouted to the sky. “I’m just borrowing his spiritual power! It’s all very proper!” Mu Qing was shaken too. “You don’t need to do that to borrow spiritual power, though! Couldn’t you just slap your palms together?!” “Ha ha ha ha! You saw through me!” Xie Lian babbled—he didn’t even know what he was saying. “So maybe it’s not just to borrow spiritual power! Ha ha ha ha…

Hua Cheng stopped walking. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice gentle, “you’ve already given me a present today.” Xie Lian blinked. “What?” Please don’t say “you’re the best present” or something, Xie Lian thought. That’d only mortify him more. Hua Cheng gazed at him and smiled. “Your Highness, you said that you wanted to see me even if it hurt you. That you didn’t want to part, even when it caused you so much pain.” “…” “That made me really happy,” Hua Cheng finished, his voice low.

Xie Lian quickly took cover under his umbrella. “Phew, that was close. Thank goodness for you, San Lang.” Hua Cheng flashed a smile and very thoughtfully tilted the umbrella more to Xie Lian’s side. “Come closer.” Even though it really wasn’t the time, Xie Lian still felt a little touched. “Are you tired of holding the umbrella up? I can help you hold it…” The others were fleeing and dodging, running like mad. They couldn’t stand the sight of their two companions having such a lovely time, so they started to shout at them. “Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!” “Hua-chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas?!” “Can I hide under that umbrella too?!” Hua Cheng smiled fakely. “No. And no.

No, no, it can’t be him, so what kind of creature is he?” Before Hua Cheng responded, Xie Lian smiled and explained, “Obviously, the kind that belongs to him.

best for Yin Yu to pretend not to know him. “San Lang, should we also think of a way to get out of here?” Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng seemed to be enjoying himself where they were. “Hmm? Already?” Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Well, yes. Do you want to live in here?” “If it’s with gege, I don’t see why not,” Hua Cheng said. “All right, fine. I was joking.

That red one, it’s all the same person, isn’t it? It’s all him?! They’re all Hua Cheng?! Holy fuck… He’s been following you all this time?!” Mu Qing also looked incredulous. “He wasn’t just following, he was watching. Watching very closely. Very, very closely. He was everywhere! Look, this is the main street, Buyou Forest—what’s this? Beizi Hill? My god… Was he the one who carved all these divine statues?!” Looking at the murals was giving Feng Xin chills. “My fucking god… Who the hell is he? He’s had his eye on you since eight hundred years ago?! And he’s still following you, even now? What the fuck?! This is terrifying! Is he bewitched? What the hell does he want? No normal devotee would go this far—so just what the hell does he want?!

Your Highness, I understand your everything." Hua Cheng said quietly. "Your courage, your despair. Your kindness, your pain. Your resentment, your hate. Your wisdom, your foolishness. "If I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the bones you need to trample on your climb, the sinner who endures the agony of a million knives. But I know you won't allow it.

Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he thought, Oh no, this is bad. Although Hua Cheng had only displayed it subconsciously, Xie Lian really was quite weak to his aggressive, rebellious confidence.

Hua Cheng didn’t answer him directly. Instead, he bent one knee and knelt on the ground before him. He raised his head to gaze at him with a broad smile. “How’s this? Gege, do you remember now?” How could he not? Back then, the nameless ghost had always bent the knee to him just the same! A phantom image of that pale smiling mask overlapped with Hua Cheng’s current smiling face. Xie Lian’s heart quivered, his knees buckled, and he slumped to the ground in front of him. “San Lang…it…it was you all this time!” Hua Cheng let out a small laugh as he continued to kneel, and his remaining eye gazed deeply at Xie Lian. “Your Highness, I’ve always watched you.

Xie Lian knew that was probably true. He couldn’t win. But even if he couldn’t, he had to fight! “No,” Hua Cheng interjected. “Your Highness, you can win.” Stunned, Xie Lian stared at him, and Hua Cheng returned his gaze measure for measure. “You can win. You’re stronger than him.” His one eye was as bright as if it were ablaze, and he said with certainty, “Believe me. He’s wrong. You’re right. You’re stronger than him. You’re much stronger than him!

In an instant, Hua Cheng shattered into thousands of silver butterflies right before Xie Lian’s eyes, transforming into a breeze of twinkling stars that he could neither embrace nor hold. Even as his arms came up empty, he maintained that hugging position, not moving a limb. He couldn’t tell if he hadn’t come to his senses yet, or if his body simply couldn’t move anymore, but he stayed there, kneeling, amidst the dreamlike array of butterflies, his eyes wide.

Pei Ming pointed at all the leftover wood pieces they left behind on the beach. “You made that coffin yourselves, right? Why didn’t you build a bigger one?” “...” The coffin boat was designed by both Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, and it seemed neither of them had considered making it bigger at the time. Xie Lian could only laugh awkwardly. “You’re right. Ha ha, ha ha. Did My Lords only just drift to this island?

Try touching him, I dare you,” Hua Cheng warned frigidly. “Do you think I would so easily allow you lot to touch my heart’s dearest treasure?

I might not be able to decide if the road is easy, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me, Hua Cheng said quietly.

Hua Cheng quirked his brow. “Yeah. In the Ghost Realm, those lower than supreme have no right to speak to me.

A questo punto Fugui mi guardò con una risatina: quello che quarant'anni prima era stato un libertino sedeva a petto nudo sull'erba fresca, il sole che squarciava a fiotti di luce le foglie degli alberi illuminava i suoi occhi stretti a fessura. Le sue gambe erano incrostate di fango, sulla sua testa completamente rasata sbucavano radi e sparsi alcuni capelli bianchi; sul petto la pelle s'increspava in tante grinze, lungo le quali scivolava colando il sudore. In quel momento il vecchio bufalo era accucciato nell'acqua giallastra dello stagno, affioravano soltanto la testa e la lunga colonna vertebrale: l'acqua dello stagno sciabordava su quella schiena bruna come le onde che s'infrangono sulla riva. Incontrai questo vecchio agli inizi della mia vita girovaga, ero un giovane spensierato allora, ogni faccia nuova mi riempiva di entusiasmo, m'attirava profondamente tutto ciò che m'era sconosciuto. Fu proprio in un momento simile che incontrai Fugui: sapeva raccontarsi in modo colorito e vivace, nessuno mi ha mai aperto il suo cuore come lui, era disposto a rivelare qualsiasi cosa volessi conoscere. L'incontro con Fugui mi riempì di liete aspettative per la mia vita alla ricerca di ballate, pensavo che quella terra fertile e lussureggiante fosse popolata da un'infinità di persone come lui. In seguito ho effettivamente incontrato molti vecchi simili a Fugui, portavano come lui delle braghe con il cavallo che ricadeva a penzoloni quasi fino alle ginocchia. Le rughe sul loro viso erano coperte di terra e sole e quando mi sorridevano potevo vedere che nel vuoto della loro bocca non restava che qualche dente. Spesso versavano lacrime torbide, ma non perché fossero tristi: piangevano anche quand'erano allegri e persino nei momenti di assoluta calma e senza alcun motivo, poi alzavano le loro dita scabre come strade di campagna a sfregarsi via le lacrime come ci si pulisce di dosso qualche filo di paglia.

In the heavens, "notorious" was the word to describe the Heavenly Emperor, and the crown prince of Xianle. Although, the meaning of "notoriety" was completely different between the two, the two resonated equally. However, in the Ghost Realm, there was only one worth of being called "notorious" and that was Hua Cheng.

A stupid man dies a stupid death.

Misplaced desire is the greatest enemy of happiness.

Do not complain about the truth.