Interstellar Travel: Becoming a Dress-Up Game Designer

Chapter 300

While everyone was still enjoying the video, that player released another one:

"Here's brand new material! Hehe, and a video too. You think I'd sell this? I'll collect it for life!"

The video is a bit long; it shows her picking flowers and singing, then turning a corner and encountering an old man selling flowers by lamplight.

She stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, why are you selling things in this remote mountain forest?"

The old man hadn't picked out many lanterns; these were the last eight. He smiled and said, "I didn't sell them all at the market. Would the fairy like them?"

The player was so delighted by the NPC calling her "Fairy" that she immediately said, "I'll buy it, so you don't have to pick it up and take it back."

She was genuinely trying to help out of kindness, and the old lady was clearly picking out lanterns because of the sheer veil covering them, giving them an ethereal, dreamlike quality. However, upon closer inspection, they lacked a certain something, making them not quite something you absolutely had to buy.

When the veil was removed, the beautiful painting was revealed, and I was captivated at first sight!

After paying, the old man smiled and said, "Thank you, fairy. Here is a small gift for your kindness and generosity, haha. It's fate."

As she spoke, she handed over a small, plain linen-colored sachet. The sachet was undecorated, with a simple, primitive woven pattern. It had a kind of natural beauty; one could almost imagine the linen texture dancing in one's palm when holding it. A small bell could be heard tinkling inside, making it seem like something extraordinary.

The old man had already left. The player carefully opened the cloth bag, and then...!

A burst of golden light appeared, and the cutscene suddenly started.

At first glance, a pair of small, white feet, as white as jade, stepped out over the threshold of the polished bluestone slab. Beautiful silver rings and bells adorned their ankles, with two green jade beads strung around their edges. They tinkled and jingled with each step, their sound ethereal and clear amidst the heavy snow.

The moment their feet touched the snow, the players watching the video fell silent.

If the world chat video could have bullet comments, it would be overflowing with them. Players watching at this moment could only gasp and drool in their own homes; it's just too captivating.

Leaving this place, one enters a boundless expanse, as if some kind of magic array or time-manipulation had been triggered. The plum blossoms in the garden gradually bloom, until they fill the entire field of vision, a vibrant red against the snow-white backdrop—absolutely stunning.

Then, a poem would spring forth with each step:

My dream fades into the vast, misty sky; I tread upon the clouds and tilt the distant door hinges.

Pure and lustrous like jade, cold and clear as crystal, red plum blossoms scattered near the sky.

Each word, like ink wash painting, is scattered across this snowy landscape of plum blossoms. The final line of the poem transforms the world: the snow melts rapidly, revealing lush green grass and shrubs, and a profusion of forget-me-nots, orchids, and gladioli bloom. Petal by petal, flowers emerge from the green leaves, and a stream rushes through the distance, splashing against snow-white toes with a soft, watery sound.

The stream here sings and dances, like little elves. The feet in the photo belong to the player who was filming, and she excitedly cheered, "My mech commander! The snow was so cold just now, but suddenly touching the stream feels like a wonderful temperature massage!"

"The flowers here have a fragrance, a light one, it smells so good, oh my god. I want to stay here forever!"

The amazing thing is that as long as she didn't move forward, the scene remained unchanged, allowing her to continue playing in the stream. So the player stayed there for almost ten minutes, wading in the stream and taking pictures of the surrounding environment – ​​it was truly beautiful. It felt like being in a heavenly palace, where all the most beautiful things grew, and the air was filled with the scents of grass and flowers.

While strolling around, she unknowingly took a few steps, and a line of poetry appeared. After reading it, she couldn't help but continue reading, and the surrounding environment then changed.

The plants and trees are loyal and sincere, with spring flowers and summer green leaves everywhere.

Embracing the fragrance, I feel as if I'm in a dreamlike place; I still hope that a loyal heart will shine upon this dwelling.

The changes this time were less obvious; roses and peonies sprouted from the shrubs, and a beautiful courtyard wall appeared around the perimeter. The wall seemed to be covered with pieces of green glazed tiles, resembling the exposed spine of a green dragon. They shimmered in the sunlight. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the glazed tiles were actually carefully broken pieces of ceramic tile, stacked together to truly resemble dragon scales.

A small house with blue bricks and tiles rises from the ground in the courtyard, with a simple wooden gate. Beside it are two stone benches, weathered and jade-like from years of sitting on them.

I couldn't resist walking over, opening the door, and seeing a winding path leading down to the foot of the mountain. Clusters of flowers bloomed on the mountainside, too far to see clearly, but their fragrance seemed to have been carried here by the wind. My hands transformed into a giant rope, which I put around my neck, and I found myself running along the path.

Looking back, two red lanterns hang on the door, washed pink by rain and time.

Turning around, lines of poetry appeared before her, along with clusters of honeysuckle. Interspersed below were some late-blooming daylilies, as if signaling her to step into a fairyland.

Knocking on the door yielded no response, only barking from the dog; lost and bewildered, I pondered where to go.

Turning around, the fields are covered with golden and silver cups; the best time to pick blessings is to welcome the rosy dawn.

The distant mountains seem near, yet the wind carries their fragrance; the narrow path offers no worries, for it leads to spiritual enlightenment.

The song echoed through the winding bends, and the old man's words conveyed his long-cherished aspirations.

This was probably the last one. Qingfengyi wrote a poem here that was four lines long, which the player didn't quite understand. But it had a faint sadness, yet was filled with blessings and hopes—a complex and contradictory feeling.

Unable to figure it out for a moment, he focused on walking up the mountain.

Then all the honeysuckle detached from the branches, swirling around the player and lifting her up. The feeling of weightlessness startled her, and she instinctively screamed, "Ahhh!"

When she came to her senses, the flower also stopped, filled with disappointment and self-loathing.

"Ugh, I didn't even enjoy it properly just now, ugh!"

You could feel the pain of losing a million dollars from her screams.

The surrounding flowers transformed into a honeysuckle hairpin, crafted from silver and gold. Three blossoms bloomed at the tip of the hairpin, surrounded by several green jade leaves. It was a large hairpin, the kind that could be used to style hair.

The hairpin is exquisite and beautiful, making countless players envious.

Along with the hairpin, a letter was also found, containing the following words:

"Dear player, congratulations on receiving this unique gift. This is a small gift that was not included in the announcement. It is a one-of-a-kind gift that you will not encounter again. It was made by a group of people who love Qingfengyi and are the inheritors of Qingfengyi's faith—Chinese civilization.

This design is by Lin Shuying, a descendant of the Chinese people, and I hope you like it. I also sincerely hope that this belief, passion, and loyalty will inspire you to love the place I love as well.

The flowers there are so fragrant, and the scenery there is even more beautiful.

The plum blossom is a flower symbolizing purity, steadfastness, courage, and resilience in the face of loneliness; it is one of the Four Gentlemen.