It really is a special feeling to have someone care about you. When I asked this question, He Tingyun shook her head and said that she wasn't concerned about me, she was just worried that if something happened to me, the wedding wouldn't go ahead as planned.
After hearing this, I suddenly felt like I had been overly presumptuous.
Awkwardly tossing the empty water bottle into the trash can, I smiled and said, "Your final wish has been fulfilled, so what do you plan to do now?"
"I don't know," He Tingyun shook her head. "I used to have a dream, and being a spirit didn't feel so dull. But once the dream was fulfilled, I suddenly felt incredibly empty."
I've had this feeling before. Having the support of a belief can give you a drive, but once the belief is achieved, the passion is gone.
Seeing He Tingyun remain silent, I didn't speak further and got up to walk back to the hotel.
Returning to the room, I called out for Liangjiu for a long time but didn't see her appear. I took a shower in the bathroom, and as soon as I pushed open the glass door, I saw Liangjiu appear at the door.
At this moment, I wasn't wearing any clothes, and her sudden appearance startled me. I quickly returned to the bathroom and wrapped myself in a towel before coming out.
Liangjiu was already sitting on the bed, and she chuckled, "What are you afraid of? I saw you naked when you were showering, so I don't mind this moment."
I blushed deeply and managed a wry smile.
Liangjiu laughed and said, "What did you want from me just now?"
Seeing her change the subject, I hurriedly asked, "I want to ask about everything related to that young man."
"Him?" Liangjiu sighed, seeming reluctant to say much more, but ultimately looked at me and said, "He has talked to me about many places he has been to, but I don't remember many of the details clearly."
"Okay, can you tell me what you remember?" I asked eagerly.
Liangjiu thought for a moment and said, "Starting from the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, he was very knowledgeable about many things. Having experienced so many dynasties, he could vividly describe events not recorded in history in almost every dynasty."
"Starting from the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties?" I murmured to myself. This young man really was inscrutable.
He had appeared decades ago, and despite the passage of time, there were no signs of aging. Now, Liangjiu was talking about the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties. If that young man had truly walked through those ancient dynasties, then he was truly terrifying.
Feeling unsettled, I took a deep breath and was about to speak when a intermittent knocking sound came from outside. Thinking it was Du Xiaolan returning, I strode over and opened the door.
But it wasn't Du Xiaolan standing outside; it was a boy of about three years old.
The little boy looked up at me and grinned, not waiting for me to speak before walking into the room.
Seeing Liangjiu, I quickly nodded and greeted her, "Hello, Auntie."
Just as I was about to speak, I looked at the boy again and hurriedly asked, "You can see her?"
The young boy nodded, his innocent eyes looking at me as he said, "Uncle, can't you see it?"
"I can, but why can you see it too?" I puzzled, squinting and asking, "Aren't you human?"
The young boy still innocently smiled, nodded and said, "Uncle, you are really smart."
I was at a loss, not finding any sense of accomplishment being praised by such a little rascal.
Looking at him, I asked, "What do you want from me?"
The boy, moments ago so innocent, now with eyes full of imploring, said, "I came to ask you to save my father."
"Your father? I don't know your father, let alone to save him," I racked my brain, realizing that I didn't know anyone who was married and had children.
The boy shook his head repeatedly, "Uncle, you do know him."
I asked, "What's his name?"
"Fei Xuemin."
When these three words were said by the boy, I shuddered, looked down at him, and asked seriously, "Is your mother called He Tingyun?"
"Yes," the boy nodded, and said, "My mother was killed by my father. She wanted to kill my father today. Uncle, please save my father. My father did not kill my mother."
He was so distraught, almost crying. I was completely stunned.
Earlier, He Tingyun had clearly said that she died in an accident, and her greatest wish was to see her boyfriend, Fei Xuemin, get married. Now, the situation had turned into this, leaving me momentarily at a loss for words.
After a long pause, the boy grabbed my arm and shook it, asking, "Uncle, you must help me. I can't just watch my father die."
Though he was only three years old, his words were smoother than those of a thirteen-year-old.
I instinctively looked at Yu Rubing, who was quietly watching me without speaking. After a moment of thought, I nodded and said, "I promise to help you, but can you explain the whole situation to me?"
The boy shook his head, "Actually, I don't know a lot of things. I only know that my father did not kill my mother."
I asked, "So how should I stop it?"
"As long as you figure out the whole story and tell my mother, that's enough."
I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Yu Rubing's case had not been properly resolved, and now I was faced with such a thing, making my scalp tingle.
"Okay, I got it. I'll go find your mother now," I said, turning to Yu Rubing and saying, "I'll handle this first, otherwise there will be another loss of life tomorrow."
Yu Rubing smiled faintly and said, "Go ahead, no one can help me anyway."
Her words sounded somewhat desolate. After saying goodbye, I quickly walked out.
When I arrived at the hotel where the wedding was being held, He Tingyun had already disappeared.
The boy led me to find He Tingyun, running ahead while I followed breathlessly. It seemed that the spirit didn't have the concept of exhaustion, as it ran and jumped without taking a breath.
After arriving at the outskirts of a cemetery, the boy finally stopped.
"Uncle, we live here," the boy walked to the center of the cemetery and pointed at a tombstone, saying loudly to me, "Hurry up, my mom may not be at home."
I walked quickly to him, but the boy asked me to enter with him. I hurriedly waved my hand, saying I couldn't go in right now. I could come back after I passed away.
The boy didn't force me, asking me to wait outside for a while before disappearing from my sight.
Although it was daytime, standing alone in such a place made me nervous. A cold wind blew, making me shiver involuntarily.
"Uncle, I'm here," the boy called out, and I quickly turned to see a woman in white standing next to him.