The Village was a small village surrounded with waterfalls with less than two hundred people. Syaoran always looks at them from the top of the mountain. They all look like little ants crawling back and forth. Syaoran walked down the street. This was the first time he approached human being. He realized that they looked like him. Humans have a face, two hands and two legs. He felt very happy when he walked around. Even in mid-December, the children are still running, yelling and playing in the street. Everyone was on their normal routine. The sound of people greeting each other in the morning is like music in his ears. The smiles on the villagers' faces are priceless. Sharing the same street with mortals can alleviate his loneliness. Mortals have a short life time, but they know how to cherish it in their own way. He didn't know how long he stood there. Then he heard.
A lady greet, "Good morning, sir. Are you new in town?"
Syaoran turned around and saw a middle-age pregnant woman smiling at him.
Syaoran, "Yes, I am."
She smiled at him, "I am Ai Fu. Would you like a bowl of noodle? You are our thousandth customer, so in the noddle is on the house. Please sit down."
Syaoran sat down on the bench. He sat there, with thousands of thoughts boiling in his mind. Then, a middle-aged man brought a bowl of noodles and placed it in front of Syaoran.
He smiled and said, "You won't regret it, and my wife cook the best noodle in town." He smiled at Syaoran, and hurriedly back to helped his wife.
Syaoran watched and listened to the conversation of the couple. Their words filled his emotions. She smiled at her husband and he smiled at her. Their eyes speak another language, and only the two of them understand it. There is an old saying "Action speaks louder than words." After he finished the noodle bowl, he thanked the couple and went home.
When he reached the flower field, he stopped and stared at the empty white field.
Syaoran shouted, "Come...out!" He voice was so powerful that the ground around him trembled.
The dark mist appeared right before his eyes. Then formed into a dark black cloud.
The lusty voice asked slowly, "Your grace, are you ready to make a deal?"'
Syaoran, "What is the deal?"
The voice laughed lustily, "All you have to do is bring me six pouches."
Syaoran laughed, "Only some pouches. Why can't you do it?"
The female voice said, "If I could do it, then I would have done it. You see, my friends were locked away. That's why, I understand how you feel, and I am willing to make a deal."
Syaoran, "Where are these pouches?"
The female voice said, "They are lock inside the Souls Collection Realm, and only immortal of high virtue can pass through the magic gates. As you can see, I am a soul. I can't even walk pass the first gate."
Syaoran, "You want souls to hurt people. Why would I help you?
The female voice, "We, don't hurt people, my grace." The voice persuaded. "You might not believe me. It all depend on how badly you want companionship." The black mist enveloped Syaoran. "We have been blocked for a long time. All we want is the opportunity to see the sun like you, an opportunity to love and be loved. Sometimes we have to lose something to gain a little." The female lusty voice giggled.
Syaoran, "If you ever hurt anyone. I will hunt you down and lock you away."
The voice agreed. Then, a small pearl floated in the air, floating towards Syaoran, "When you entered the Souls Collector Realm, take it out. The pouches I want will come to you."
Syaoran took the pearl and disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, Syaoran reached the Souls Collector Realm. There are no guards here, because only immortals can enter. Syaoran took the white pearl out, the pearl grow mire white. Six small pouches were in the air and floating towards him. He grabbed the six pouches and then he vanished. He teleported back to the flower field. The entire crime took less than a minute.
The female voice asked, "Did you get it?" She laughed lustily.
Syaoran, "Yes, until my flower becomes human. I won't give it to you."
The female voice said, "You will go to the Fox Clan and ask for man name Kaiming. Then you ask him to build you two clay bodies. You can decide whether your companion is a man or a woman. My suggestion is...."
Syaoran, "Be what?"
The female voice, "Two women, they are better than men. Beautiful flowers represent beautiful women."
Syaoran, "What about after that?"
The lusty voice laughed and giggled. "I won't tell you either. I don't want to be deceived. If I tell you everything, and you don't give me the pouches, what should I do? I will be at lost."
Syaoran spent seven days with Kaiming the artist of the Fox Clan. Once Kaiming has completed what Syaoran asked him. Syaoran teleported back to his house, grabbed the two flowers, and then teleported back to the flower field.
Syaoran shouted, "I am here with the statues and the flowers."
Suddenly, the black mist of cloud appeared.
Syaoran demanded, "Now turn them."
The female voice said, "Tsk...tsk...tsk...., beauty takes time." Dark clouds circled the two flowers and then hovered over the two statues.
Syaoran saw two small orbs floating from the two flowers. This is the life energy of the two flowers that are floating to the statues. The clay began to peel off from the heads. He saw human fresh slowly appear. His heart race and was beating fast. He felt his heart was being ripped out of his chest due to excitement.
The female voice, "Now." She paused and giggled. "Take out your heart."
Syaoran was shocked, "What? You lied to me." As his anger grew, three swords appeared in front of him.
The female voice calmly said, "My grace, let me explain." The lusty voice laughed. "I gave them a human-like form, and I transferred their life energy to the statues. I can't give them a heart. You are immortal. You don't need a heart to breathe. They are made of dirt, If they don't have a heart, they will only be two flesh bodies waiting to decay."
Syaoran stretched his right hand into his chest without hesitation, pulling his heart out. He held the beating heart in his palm, and then he realized that he had only one beating heart. He didn't know which one he would choose.
The Female voice, "Choose one." It laughed. "If you choose one, then the other will be an inanimate corpse, waiting to decay."
Syaoran held his heart with both hands. Then he tore his heart in half.
Syaoran said softly, "Here, take it." He handed his heart away.
The female voice giggled, "Men are still men. Whether they are mortal or immortal...full of greed and lust." The voice laughed.
Syaoran saw his heart implanted in the chest of two women. The two women slowly opened their eyes and blinked. They looked at Syaoran and smiled.
The female voice, "Now, give me my pouches. I kept my end of the bargain."
Syaoran threw the six pouches into the black mist. It laughed with joys. Then it vanished.
Syaoran walked to the two women he had just created. He named them CháHuā and HéHuā. The two women and Syaoran returned home. When he looked at his footprints, there were three in total. He will no longer walk this path alone.
They stared at each other and said nothing. Syaoran now understands the eyes's language like the villager's husband and wife. The three live together. Shared the same bed. Made love inside their beautiful tree house. The world is no longer a part of them. They have each other.