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Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世,黑白影画) — Chapter 5.3

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What a different atmosphere from the gripping one of last chapter. Come find me if you need a tissue. And info, info, info!

Chapter 5.3 — The Wrath of Gods and Buddhas (3)

A great booming sound soared up and ruptured the sky.

The tremors of this roar rocked the entire valley. Listening to the sound of her heartbeat as it became slower and slower, she dared not even hazard a guess. Would he be able to come out alive? What if those people wanted to force a fight to the death[1], where everyone, both for and against them, would perish together[2]? …

Slowly, she leaned her back against the rock face and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

Tomorrow, or perhaps after the sun came up, she would be walking out of here, walking to a place beneath the sun, where there were no sounds of gunfire and artillery exploding, and continuing with her peaceful life.

Peacefulness. Safety. These seemed to be merely wishful thinking.

To her, as she sat here on these rocks, they were far and unreachable words.

Until someone really did walk close to her. She heard the sound of gravel and loose rocks slipping and moving. Her eyes flew open, and she saw an unfamiliar man standing in the shadows behind her.

He handed a piece of cloth to her.

In passing, he pressed his index finger against his lips.

In the moonlight, that piece of cloth…

… looked very familiar.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Wen Han froze for several seconds, her heart palpitating. She recognized it now—it was a piece of cloth from her skirt. Dropping her head down frantically, she pulled up the corner of her skirt to look, searching all over for signs that it had been torn. When had it been torn? When? Was it him? Her head whipped up again.

That young man was assessing her with an amused gaze. What female creature could manage to cause Cheng Muyun to be in such a state? A mere girl like this?

After seeing that Wen Han had recognized her own garment and guessed whom it was from, he beckoned at her. “Come with me.”

Wen Han turned and glanced back at those people, then followed that person away from there. Because of this piece of cloth, she did not even so much as consider whether this might be a ploy.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

 

The mountain path was rough and uneven.

She could not discern any directions.

Her instinct was that this person was winding their way around the entire mountain, and he had not even thought about turning around to help her. In the beginning, Wen Han had still tried to prevent any accidental flashes of too much skin or other things that should not be flashed, and would smooth and arrange her ripped skirt. Later, however, she gave up. No one was looking at her in this virgin forest anyway, and the man up ahead evidently did not view her as female either.

They walked until she was at the point of despair. At last, they saw the edge of this forest.

There was light—moonlight.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

It shone upon the underbrush in which there was no path.

After enduring the torment of such a night, the muscles in her legs were long since utterly aching and sore. Through the waist-high grass, she plodded wearily. She watched as the man braced his weight on his one hand that he had placed on a boulder and hopped up onto that huge rock.

Finally, that young man found it in his heart to be kind this once, and turning around, he stretched out a hand to her.

With a tug, he pulled her up onto the boulder.

The view was surprisingly expansive.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

That familiar tall, slender figure was sitting in a place sheltered from the wind. His upper body was bare, and a white gauze bandage stretched diagonally across his chest and circled to his back. A man sitting beside him and conversing quietly with him, and also several others who were standing not far from him, all simultaneously turned and looked toward this unfamiliar woman who had arrived.

Here, in the silence, in this moment, it was as if she had been left at the end of a pitch-black, bloody path.

On both sides, people were wordlessly watching her.

Shadow after shadow stretched across the ground and touched the spot by her feet.

……<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

“Zhou Ke, you sure like to dilly-dally.” A bespectacled man grinned and was the first to break the silence.

The young man who had led Wen Han to this place shrugged. “I needed to listen to her while she walked. Afraid she would fall, you know.”

Everyone laughed, all of them suddenly relaxing.

And then, they all began to disperse.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

 

Only he remained, still sitting and leaning back against the rock face.

For the first time, he had no strength to say much to her. His lips merely turned up into a faint, weary smile directed at her.

So tired.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

He lifted his hand toward Wen Han, indicating that she should come close.

Wen Han did not speak either and was surprisingly compliant, leaning in toward him.

“I am very tired,” Cheng Muyun told her in a voice that could not possibly be any lighter. His hand had already pushed away the coat that had been draped on her shoulders and set it on the ground.

“Do not struggle,” he said to her.

He slid his hand along her shoulder and to her back, unfastening her undergarments.

Wen Han truly did not dare move, worried that she might accidentally bump any of the wounds, both visible and not visible, that were on him. She tried as best as she could with her body to accommodate him and laid herself down.

In the stillness, she heard him undo his belt.

It was the sound of metal clinking against his belt buckle. Very light.

“Are you cold?”<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

This was the first time his body lay pressed on top of her without any barrier of clothing between them, allowing her icy skin, which was exposed to the air, to clearly feel this man’s warmth and skin.

The way they were fit tightly against one another allowed her to feel that, perhaps because he had just escaped death, or perhaps because of passion, his body was hotter than hers—this was so for every part.

Her blood was burning and began to boil. She could not restrain herself and shifted her hips. “You’re hurt. I can help you.”

The desire that spilled out from every crevice of each word startled her.

“No one can help me.” In a voice that was a near whisper, he told her, “Apart from your body, nothing can help me.”

……<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Someone was whistling.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

In all directions around them, there were also sounds of footsteps gradually moving further away.

Those people had obviously not made a sound when they had jumped down, but now, their movements were very loud and obvious. It was as if they were saying, “This is something you deserve to have after surviving that great calamity. We have buggered far off already. Enjoy to your heart’s content this gift that Life has given you—”

Soon, not even the sound of walking could be heard in this entire forest.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

 

She was enveloped in shyness that came from being scared that, at any time, the people with him would hear and see them. She even very softly implored him, “Could you… please be faster?”

From his throat, there came a husky reply: “As you wish.”

His searing hot body swallowed away both her voice and lips.

……<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

 

“Where is he?!” Meng Liangchuan had gone mad. Relentlessly, he tore at his own hair.

He had used three years before he was finally able to see Cheng Muyun. Three years! And now he had lost him, just like that. He paced in circles on the same spot. After making three rounds, he halted his steps and grabbed a young police officer who had come over. He wanted to say something, but then he flung the person aside again and carried on raging away.

He finally knew where the problem lay.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Each move, each step that Cheng Muyun had planned clearly showed that he had already determined Meng Liangchuan’s true identity.

From the outset, Cheng Muyun had already known who he was, from where he had come, and what his mission was. Every one of Cheng Muyun’s actions ultimately led to one purpose, which also coincided with his own mission: to destroy this smuggling base.

Cheng Muyun had even known that he would not have the heart to let an innocent woman become caught in this fierce battle and would definitely help Cheng Muyun take that woman away from here.

But the question was…<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Meng Liangchuan’s instinct that was born from many years of being an undercover agent told him—

“His purpose here in Nepal absolutely is not simply because he wants to reach across national borders and aid the local Nepali special police in demolishing this smuggling base.”

The person beside him gave an “mm-hmm” while eating a bun. “Just arrest him.”

“Arrest my foot!” Meng Liangchuan felt uneasy. “As a foreign traveller, he put himself in danger to protect a local police officer and provided information that ended up cracking a huge trafficking case that’s been going on for years. What, are we going to arrest him to give him a medal for outstanding contributions?!”

“Isn’t there an undercover agent planted in his ranks whose identity is still hidden?” That person eating the bun continued nibbling away until, unexpectedly biting his own tongue, he let out a sharp hiss. “Once he’s out of Nepal, he’s not in our territory anymore. Just don’t think about it anymore.”<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

 

Yes, there was still an undercover agent.

One of many years.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Meng Liangchuan crossed his arms in front of his chest. He did not want to admit it, but he was so testy not because he wanted to find any information or evidence that could be used against Cheng Muyun. Rather, his instinct was telling him, Cheng Muyun had suddenly returned to this world of men, after disappearing for several years, because there must be something very exciting that he needed to do. And these last few days were simply the introduction.

This man and all of his past were enough to cause any other man to admire him, to the extent of wishing to swear friendship to the death with him.

And he, Meng Liangchuan, genuinely, sincerely wanted to play a part in whatever it was.

“That first pathway, he would not have blown that up himself, right?” Meng Liangchuan suddenly remembered that when they were making their escape from that place, the original planned route had been blown up. He had had no choice then but to take the main pathway out of there, thereby exposing his identity.

He sucked in a sharp breath. That man…

So cunning and devious, thinking through every possible scheme.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

Faint, white light gradually devoured away the darkness.

As she hazily opened her eyes, she could feel the glow of sunlight.

“It’s light already…”<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

That terrifying night had passed. Being captured was in the past now. What would come next?

Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes, taking in her dazed, fatigued expression that was a result of earlier passion. “It’s light. I will take you back.” He thought, perhaps he should quickly finish up this matter, for he suddenly was impatient to return to Moscow, where, on the carpet beside an old-fashioned fireplace, he would make love to this girl or be in love with her.

As for the vow he had taken…<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

It had been made to God anyway. He believed in Buddhism.

In the pale glow of the newly risen sun, Cheng Muyun pulled on his pants and also helped her put on her clothing before standing up from the rock. “Let’s go.”

Complying, Wen Han looked out around and was surprised by the stillness of their surroundings, as if this entire forest held only the two of them. However, two or three seconds later, in all corners, those people who had been soundly asleep against the trees or creeping along silently because they were on night watch now all rose, wobbly and tiredly, to their feet, seeming as if they had appeared noiselessly, one at a time, from thin air.

The expressions they wore were no different from those of tourists who had just come back from strolling through a scenic site. She could even see that there was a person with fine, handsome features and who looked to be no more than a grown boy of university age. Seeing that Cheng Muyun had recovered and looked as he usually did, the several men who had appeared on the rocks the previous night all lifted their brows and smirked suggestively.

A shaft of light passed through a gap between the tree branches and dazzled her eyes.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

This… was his world.

Avici Hell, an interminable hell, where one would continually suffer for innumerable eons, from eon to eon, with no means of escape.[3]<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

[1] 鱼死网破 “yu si wang po.” This idiom literally means “the fish dies and the net is torn.” A fish in a fisherman’s net will fight to the death, as it means either being caught and killed or breaking the net and escaping. The meaning of this idiom is to either fight to the death or at least perish together.

[2] 玉石俱焚 “yu shi ju fen.” Literally meaning “both jade and stone will be burned alike and destroyed.” This is an analogy saying that good and bad will be destroyed alike and can mean that you are willing to destroy both yourself and the enemy.

[3] 无间地狱,千万亿劫求出无期。 This line is taken directly from the Chinese translation of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra (Chinese name 《地藏本愿经》), of which an English translation can be found at http://www.buddhanet.net/pdf_file/ksitigarbha.pdf (pg. 24) or http://www.chinabuddhismencyclopedia.com/en/index.php/The_Vows_Ksitigarbha_Sutra: “Avici Hell… will continue to suffer from kalpas to kalpas with no means of escape.”
Kalpa is a Sanskrit word that translates as “eon” or an “indescribably long time.”
In Buddhism, there are many different hells. Avici Hell, which in Chinese is called 无间地狱 or also 阿鼻地狱, is often called “interminable hell” or “perpetual hell.” Though it is not eternal, the sufferings in it are constant (i.e. there is no rest between), and it lasts the longest out of all the hells, for innumerable eons or kalpas. After a birth and death for one kalpa has passed, a being is immediately reborn and begins the next kalpa of suffering, and so this goes on, from kalpa to kalpa, with no way of escape until the punishment is complete.
Note: I am not the least bit informed regarding Buddhism, so please do not take this as proper Buddhist doctrine and more as an approximation to help you as an understanding of context and the “living hell from which there is no escape” life that Cheng Muyun lives.

<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

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25 thoughts on “Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世,黑白影画) — Chapter 5.3

  1. *Oh dear . . . I didn’t know that the lack of details would be much harder to survive. My imagination is very much oblige to fill up everything. The next time i read this particular scene i will lock my imagination under the bed or I’m going to start asking you for rollls of tissue 😂😂

    And Cheng Muyun’s looking towards the future with her!! But then I feel like this is just the start of their many run in of extreme events. And wen han is pretty calm or she might have not completely digest everything or she might just be too worried for Cheng Muyun.

    What a sensual way to start the weekend! Thanks for your efforts Hoju!

    • It’s sensual with no details. >_< Don't worry; I am prepared with plenty of tissues.

      A little of everything. Wen Han, in general, is a very level-headed girl. I actually think that this whole incident was a shock to her entire system, and only with Cheng Muyun did she ever feel settled and safe. "Only him. As if she was drowning and had grasped that one last, life-saving straw, when she thought of him, she drew in a deep breath and tried to calm herself." (chapter 5.1) And also, when he found her in that mountain village, undid her bonds, and kissed her, her thoughts were, "It was as if only in this way did she know that she was safe. She was safe—as long as he was here."

      Hope you had a good weekend, too. 🙂

  2. yes, let’s go to Moscow and enjoy our time reading your true sweet love life with CH

  3. quite RAW and HOT…..

  4. Does this mean that they have done the “deed” , by deed i mean the complete process of making a baby and not just shoving their tongues with each other?
    i really need to know !!!

  5. Hmm! What happened here, did he have her brought over just to keep him warm, healing therapy, protection for her??? So many questions swirling around my head.
    Definitely looking forward to their romance, hehehe! thanks Hoju.

    • My take: It’s kind of like the reason why, immediately after he loosened her bonds in that house in the village and kissed her, she fervently returned his kiss. It’s not like they were overwhelmed by passion. After such an incident, physical contact like that with the person whom your heart is drawn to probably feels like you’re grounding yourself back into reality, confirming that the presence is not a dream, and is a way of comfort. “Under his luring guidance, she began to return his kiss, as if she was giving all the turmoil, all the fear of this entire day over to him.” (chapter 5.1)

      Their relationship is still developing. There is definitely huge attraction, but it’s not at the “love” stage yet.

  6. I’m still confused. Did they do it or not? 😳😳 so many ambiguity …

  7. Quite hot yes, hehehhe thank you 😍😘

  8. Ok this was hot & uncomfortable at the same time. Raw animal passion…..

  9. Thank you hoju…tissue…where’s the tissue? Hehehe…

  10. Hmm.. i wish Cheng Mu Yun had said some sweet words before they did the ‘deed’. This seemed too transactional. And I am again in two minds about Wen Han. Here again, she was too …quiet (?)/subservient. Thank you for the amazing translation as always. And I do appreciate the little note you leave to explain things ( Avici hell for example) . This takes extra effort and extra time and your readers appreciate it fully

    • I actually don’t think of it as that at all. The guy just escaped from living hell. I don’t think most people would be thinking about passion and physical enjoyment at the moment. Like I said to someone else in the comments above, I draw parallels to the kiss they had after he loosened her bonds in that village. “Under his luring guidance, she began to return his kiss, as if she was giving all the turmoil, all the fear of this entire day over to him.” (chapter 5.1)

      I believe the same is here. She’s not doing it *for* him to submit to his desire. It’s an expression of her fear and a way to release it. They both need something to reground themselves back into reality, that this is not a dream, that they truly have escaped—especially Wen Han. There’s nothing more tangible than physical intimacy, especially with this one and only person who makes her feel safe. Right after that line I quoted above, these are the next two sentences: “It was as if only in this way did she know that she was safe. She was safe—as long as he was here.”

      And while Cheng Muyun is very apt and capable, and probably, unlike Wen Han, fear isn’t the driving force here, I would surmise there is still a need in him for something tangible to allow him to feel alive and safe, too. Neither of them are thinking about whispering sweet nothings. There is something much more basic in each of them that the physical intimacy is fulfilling.

      Thank you for the kind words! I’m glad the notes are helpful.

  11. Shit I’m late to the party… but nm, coz i make it with all my noise! So first, I’ll begin with the Mantra: “DEEETTTTAAAAILLLLLSSSS!!!!!!” *chants* “I want Details. I want Details. I want Details. Iwantdetails. Iwantdetails. Iwantdetails. Iwannaknowwhatwenhanmeantbymakingitfaster. I want DETAILS!!!! *hisses*”
    I mean, COME ON!!! We’ve been waiting for this since Soooo Long and this is what we get?! This ain’t Democratic *pouts*
    But yeah, details or no details… that was hot damn.
    And why do I get the weird feeling that things are only going to downhill from here? That this was the calm before the storm? That we’re headed for a major misunderstanding and that MLC is gonna try to use Wen Han to catch CMY. I didn’t read the raws to the end… only till this chap hehe. So I dunno if I unwittingly gave out some spoilers…

    • Sorry. With the internet crackdown in China, you won’t see much for explicit details in intimate scenes for anything written after June 2014 (at least, for novels that publish on actual web novel sites and not just a random little site). As MBFB likes to explain to her fans, her writing keeps all the details “above the neck” to ensure that it meets requirements.

      Um, because we are still only just touching on “what” of everything. Cheng Muyun has been trying to keep Wen Han out of all this for a reason. 😉

      • Wait… are they so jobless that they crackdown on harmless stuff like some smut? *blinks* That’s like…. heights of joblessness lol. I mean, couldn’t they find something more serious to work on or something?
        I was right when I said this ain’t Democratic lol.
        Hmm… I still think things are only gonna get progressively worse for our OTP from here on…

  12. 😱 guess will find out soon if they did it….. thank you for the read. I must say the identity of MLC is a surprise to me

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