Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 32 Relief
"What's wrong?" Ye Beixuan patted her back gently and said, "Did you see them?"

Zhao Yunge didn't say anything, but just hugged him gently with a look of loss on his face.

After a moment, she whispered, "Yes, but they don't seem to remember me."

Zhao Yunge's heart was filled with bitterness.

Ye Beixuan tightened his arms slightly and comforted him softly: "Maybe it's not what you see!"

Zhao Yunge shook his head and said, "Sir! Let's go home!"

Now she no longer has the strong sense of belonging she had at the beginning. Instead, she urgently wants to return to Bashan Town, as if that is where she can find her belonging.

"You are wrong. I don't think they are what you see." Ye Beixuan said softly.

"why?"

"How about I tell you a little story?" Ye Beixuan said softly, "Once upon a time there was a child who died on the road, but he didn't know he was dead. His ghost wandered there every day waiting for his mother." (From the Ghost Whisperer)
"Finally! His mother finally arrived here, and the child finally turned into a ray of light and fell into reincarnation."

After listening to the story, Zhao Yunge's face looked heavy and tears welled up in his eyes.

Ye Beixuan slowly stretched out his hands, firmly yet gently grasping her shoulders, and gently pulled her away a little. He said, "How about we go in and take a look?"

Zhao Yunge was stunned, then shook his head silently and said, "No, sir."

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Ye Beixuan knew that this ghost was trapped in a vicious circle. Ghosts are very stubborn creatures with stubborn minds who like to get stuck in a dead end.

He ignored her, but gently pulled her hand and said, "Objection is invalid."

After saying that, he took her and flew to the roof of the Zhao family's house, and soon they arrived at the roof of the room where the old couple of the Zhao family lived.

Gently lifting the tiles, Ye Beixuan sighed! He never expected that the voyeurism method he had seen in martial arts movies in his previous life would be used here.

An angry voice shouted, "My son has become like this because his loving mother spoiled him."

Zhang Cuihua and Zhao Dafu were seen sitting at the table. The atmosphere seemed very solemn. Zhang Cuihua kept wiping her tears, and Zhao Dafu's face was full of lamentations.

"Zhao Dafu, if our family had not been poor back then, and we had not gone to look for the blood ginseng, Yun Ge...how could I have transferred all my guilt towards her to my son?" Zhang Cuihua covered her nose, her voice choked with sobs.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands trembled slightly, as she seemed to be lost in the painful memories of the past. "Back then, Yun Ge was such a well-behaved child. For the sake of this family, she followed us through thick and thin, without complaint. But because of our poverty, she suffered such a misfortune. My heart feels like it's being stabbed by thousands of needles, and I can't rest day or night."

"Dad, Mom." Zhao Yunge passed through the rooftop like a wisp of smoke, looking at the lamenting old couple, her heart filled with mixed emotions. "So you've always remembered me!" Her eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion, and the previous sense of loss and resentment in her heart had dissipated.

"Oh! If my daughter hadn't died, my grandson would have been able to help out with the cooking!" Zhao Dafu looked up at the roof, his eyes full of melancholy and longing.

It was as if he saw his daughter's happy face when she grew up: "Yun Ge was smart and cute since she was young. If she were still alive, she would definitely be a filial daughter. I wonder if she is doing well over there."

His brows were tightly furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened a little, showing the vicissitudes of life at this moment.

Zhao Yunge looked at them and murmured, "Dad, Mom, I am doing well."

Her heart seemed to be slowly flowing through by a warm current, and a sense of relief arose spontaneously. What the gentleman said was right. Her parents loved her so much, how could they forget her.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the warm scene of her family of four emerged in her mind, as if she had figured it out.

"Dad, Mom, I'm gone. Please take care of yourselves." Zhao Yunge gave the old couple a deep look, then turned into smoke and returned to the rooftop. She bowed to Ye Beixuan and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"Have you figured it out?" Ye Beixuan said.

"Yeah, I figured it out." Zhao Yunge looked into the distance and said with a smile, "Now I know that my greatest wish is to let my family forget my death." "Only when they forget me can they be truly happy, instead of constantly remembering me in pain."

Ye Beixuan nodded, agreeing with what she said. Only when the family truly hid their longing for each other could they live happily and healthily, instead of living with painful memories.

"Let's go home!" Ye Beixuan said softly.

"Yeah," Zhao Yunge responded softly, "Let's go home."

Finally, a worry was put to rest. Ye Beixuan suddenly felt relieved, as if all the shackles on his body had been removed.

With that, the man and the ghost prepared to return to Bashan Town.

On the way back, Zhao Yunge passed by a forest and saw a grave nearby. He suddenly said, "Sir, if one day I suddenly disappeared, would you remember me or forget me?"

Ye Beixuan was startled, his steps pausing. He hadn't thought Zhao Yunge would disappear, and naturally, he hadn't considered what would happen to him if she disappeared. He seemed to have gotten used to her sudden appearances and occasional annoyances.

"What nonsense! Good people don't live long, but evil will last for thousands of years. You are an evil, how can you disappear so easily?"

"Hehe." Zhao Yunge playfully circled around him, floating up and down in the forest, saying, "Sir, do you also think I'm a nuisance? My parents used to be so annoyed with me, saying I was a troublemaker."

Ye Beixuan rolled his eyes and continued on his way, not wanting to pay attention to her nonsense.

"Sir, sir, look at the beautiful moonlight in the sky. Do those clouds look like me?" Zhao Yunge was as excited as a lively little deer, with sparkling eyes.

Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she blinked her big eyes and said to Ye Beixuan expectantly, "Sir, can you watch the moon with me for a while?"

Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, her head tilted slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of coquettishness and desire, but her heart was uneasy, afraid that he would reject her small request.

Ye Beixuan was dazzled by her series of actions. He sighed helplessly, raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple, and said with a tone of doting and helplessness: "Okay! Okay! Let's go to the top of the mountain ahead to take a look."

He thought to himself, this female ghost has suffered a blow, it's better to get some counseling! Otherwise, if her mental health is not healthy, she will easily turn into a fierce ghost.

Since he wanted to watch it, he naturally had to choose a place with a better location. Ye Beixuan raised his head slightly and looked towards the mountains in the distance.

Zhao Yunge was cheering and shouting as he ran, "Sir, please hurry up!"

Ye Beixuan and Zhao Yunge sat side by side at the summit of the mountain. The silver moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that blurred their figures.

Zhao Yunge gently leaned his head on Ye Beixuan's shoulder, his movements gentle and natural.

"Sir, if one day I am gone, will you always remember me like the mother of that little boy?"

The wind whistled past, ruffling the hair of the two people, and the hair flew wildly in the wind, intertwining and entwining with each other.

However, Zhao Yunge's body began to emit star-like light. Her face was calm, but a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes, and her body began to become dim and transparent.

Ye Beixuan sensed something strange and his heart suddenly tightened. He subconsciously wanted to hug her, but he went straight through her body.

"Yun Ge?" It was as if a mysterious force was tearing her spirit apart, pulling her, who did not belong here, into another world.

Oil-paper umbrella, yes! Ye Beixuan quickly took out the oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and sucked her in.

However, although the oil-paper umbrella temporarily suppressed the collapse of Zhao Yunge's body, it still continued to overflow from her body like fireflies, and her spirit had already fallen into a coma.

What should I do? Ye Beixuan was thinking hard in his heart, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

(End of this chapter)