Chapter 56: Chapter 56

”Should I call Mo Cheng?” Sun Fang asked empty air. He was alone in the apartment, Ivy having gone out to a local farmers market in search of food. Meanwhile, Sun Fang had resorted to putting on a forty-hour long movie marathon to entertain himself. The marathon was made up of ten movies, each four hours long. But the flow and pacing on each one was so good that it didn’t feel like fours, and so when he checked the clock, he was shocked to find out that he’d been sitting here for ten hours already.

Then he was shocked to realize that the clock was broken; it was an old analogue clock in ancient earth style, the kind where there were three needles that went round and round. The needles stood still now, though. 

Hopefully, Ivy came back soon. Sun Fang didn’t have the faintest idea on how to fix the clock. 

He returned his gaze to the screen built into the wall. With half-lidded eyes, he watched it while simultaneously grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching on them. The question he’d asked himself still hung over him though, despite the fact that he really liked these movies. Should he call Mo Cheng?

No, right? Right. Mo Cheng had asked for space and Sun Fang was giving it to him. He was staying away and out of contact, like Mo Cheng wanted. He was resting Mo Cheng’s wishes. It was a good thing, and the fact that he actually wanted to call him just proved that he really did want to be friends with him. It hadn’t just been something that he’d said in order to lessen the blow.

He cringed a little at that thought, biting harshly through the popcorn. The taste burst wide open on his tongue, a little too much salted added to them. It made him thirsty, but luckily, he had a glass of soda right next to him with a pretty golden straw. 

”I won’t call him,” Sun Fang muttered to himself, splaying his limbs out wide on the sofa. This was probably boredom, what he was feeling. He had a restless energy coursing through him, one that made his legs bounce on the couch. The movie was good, but he was unfortunately in no state to appreciate it. 

Maybe he should play a video game? Something that would force his brain to engage with it, something to help him defeat this dreaded foe. Actually, now that he’d voiced it (if only in his thoughts) it wasn’t a bad idea. If it had been a long time since he’d played video games, but he still had some old favorites downloaded here. He could definitely switch to them.

Glancing at a functional (and electronic) clock, he nodded to himself. Ivy wouldn’t be back for yet another hour, at least. The market was quite a distance away and Ivy liked to take its time finding the best products. They’d done this dance before, Sun Fang knew how it went. 

”Pause,” he said, the word clearly enunciated. The movie instantly paused, and he got to see one of his favorite characters frozen just on the verge of death. He’d been appalled when he’d seen that scene the first time he’d seen the movie, but now he knew that the character would return to life as a necromancer’s summon in three more movies. 

He grabbed the remote, realizing belatedly that it was sitting right in front of him on the coffee table. Sighing slightly, he used it to navigate to the downloaded games page. It had been literal years since he’d done this, probably. He was struck by an intense sense of nostalgia as he picked an old roleplaying game, one set in a perilous magical world on the edge of war. And it was his job to prevent that war from breaking out.

Smiling, he put the bowl of popcorn next to him on the couch and stood up. He went to the bookcase next to the TV and scrunched through two different boxes until he found the game controller. It was purple in color, with a couple of small stickers attached to it. It had been a present from Mianmian when they were still dating, years and years ago.

God, he was so old.

Smiling, he brushed a finger over one of the stickers, a tiny little heart. He’d bought that at an amusement on one of his very first dates with Mianmian. It used to sit on his equally purple phone case before he got the controller. 

”Where has the time gone?” he asked himself, a smile escaping him. The memories were faded and old now, nowhere near the brilliance that they had once been. But he could still remember the sweet smile Mianmian had given him when Sun Fang had accepted the gift. Could still remember how happy he’d been, how the whole world had seemed to be shining. He’d thought then that it was because he was so in love, but he doesn’t think that’s it anymore.

He was just happy. It was the happiness, not the reason for it, that had made the world seem so bright. Guillotine was so much brighter than the Sun Family mansion had ever been, and it didn’t have anything to do with the sun’s strength. It was just that life here was easy and simple and uncomplicated. 

Sitting back down not he couch, Sun Fang turned on the video game. It loaded quickly, and he selected the option to start a new game—on hard mode, because he was feeling adventurous. While he waited for it to load, he stuck his hand back into the popcorn bowl. He threw some popcorns in his mouth and munched on them, the sound loud in the empty apartment. 

The game turned on, the theme music a slow crescendo gradually rising in speed and sound. Sun Fang pulled his blanket up over him and scooted around on the couch until he sat comfortably. Then he proceeded to lose a couple of hours to the game.

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