Who moved her body?

When asked about Guan Jie's question, Mugua shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"I don't understand this. If I understood this, would I still be following you around pushing your wheelchair? I would have moved into that mansion long ago and be living a life of luxury."

……

Zhuang Buyi arrived at the "Heyue Sanatorium" built in the national forest park.

This area borders Zhejiang Province and Senhai City, boasting both mountains and sea. The number of negative oxygen ions per cubic meter of air is hundreds of times higher than in the city, and there are no polluting factories. If there's any drawback, it's that the seawater beside the forest park isn't blue.

This is an inland sea. As you can see from the map, a narrow bay extends deep inland, like a naughty child who got separated from his parents and mischievously wanted to go ashore to take a look, but was washed away and created this narrow inland sea.

The national forest park is located at the end of this bay, surrounded by nine mountains, each two to three hundred meters high. Among them, the mountain with the best-preserved vegetation is the national forest park.

The Heyue Sanatorium is built at the foot of the hill, with mountains behind and water in front, surrounded by lush greenery. Stepping out amidst the birdsong, you can see the golden-orange sea just a few steps away and breathe in the salty, humid, fresh air. At low tide, you can even catch a bucket of small crabs on the mudflats to make a local specialty: drunken crab.

Of course, the Dean Liu that Zhuang Buyi was looking for wouldn't go down to catch crabs.

The head of the sanatorium led Zhuang Buyi to Director Liu's room.

"Ms. Liu's memory has been getting worse lately. I don't know if I can help you in any way."

Zhuang Buyi thanked the person in charge of the sanatorium, and then placed the milk and bread he had bought to visit Director Liu on the table by the window.

Dean Liu slowly turned his head, his gaze shifting from the face of the sanatorium director to Zhuang Buyi.

"Dean, it's me, Bu Yi, do you remember me?"

"Buyi, isn't he that skinny kid who's always getting into fights? Did he make a mistake again today?" Dean Liu's face immediately turned serious, as if he was about to rush over and lecture Zhuang Buyi.

Zhuang Buyi chuckled and nodded. "I made a small mistake, nothing serious."

"That's good. You need to be sensible now that you're grown up, otherwise you won't even be able to find a wife in the future." Dean Liu earnestly educated Zhuang Buyi.

Zhuang Buyi scratched his head. "I really haven't found a wife yet, but it's not that I'm being unreasonable, it's just that I don't want to."

"So you've learned to talk back now, haven't you?" Dean Liu raised his hand to hit him, but Zhuang Buyi quickly jumped away.

The person in charge of the sanatorium chuckled behind him, patted Zhuang Buyi on the shoulder and said, "Ms. Liu always gets the present and the past mixed up. Be careful. I'm leaving now. If you need anything, come find me."

"Okay, may I push Dean Liu around a bit?"

"Sure, she's usually not keen on going out, but she seemed to be in good spirits today. Maybe she was thinking of you."

After Zhuang Buyi and the other sanatorium staff left, they returned to Director Liu's side and found that Director Liu had fallen asleep, muttering something under his breath.

"Let's go see the sea. The tide is coming in now, and we can hear the sound of the waves." Zhuang Buyi opened the wardrobe, took out a thin blanket and covered Director Liu with it, then pushed her out of the sanatorium.

Several elderly people with somber expressions sat on the seats of the observation deck, as if they had been sitting there for centuries, exuding an air of indifference.

Zhuang Buyi pushed Dean Liu to a bench in the corner, so that the comfortable sea breeze could blow on them.

"Today feels so good."

"You're awake?" Zhuang Buyi opened a water dispenser and handed it to Dean Liu.

"Why aren't you in school? You're coming to see me now, the teacher will be angry." Dean Liu scolded Zhuang Buyi while reaching out to touch his arm, his face full of affection.

"School's closed today." Zhuang Buyi smiled and asked Dean Liu, "Do you remember Guan Jie? You really liked him. He would come to see you every year. He used to be a policeman. He was a very tall and handsome young man."

Zhuang Buyi gestured to show Guan Jie's physique, then curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled in the same way as Guan Jie.

Dean Liu tilted his head, thought for a moment, then looked up and let out a long "Oh".

"Isn't that the little rascal who likes to steal things from the kitchen? Hey, this guy always gives the food he steals to some little girl, what's her name again? Once he stole ice cream and hid it in his pocket, afraid I'd find out, so he didn't dare take it out, and it all melted in the middle of the night." Dean Liu's wrinkles widened into a smile, then he suddenly remembered something and said, "Why isn't he here? Did he go steal ice cream again? I'm going to give him a good scolding later."

Zhuang Buyi knew that, as they had said, Dean Liu's memory was sometimes distant and sometimes recent, and he could no longer distinguish between the past and the present.

Fortunately, Dean Liu's relaxed brows dispelled Zhuang Buyi's unease.

"This is fate, isn't it? No one can escape the sorrow that comes with aging." Zhuang Buyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuang Buyi grasped Dean Liu's withered hands and said, "Guan Jie didn't steal the ice cream; he went to find that girl."

"I knew this kid couldn't live without her, I figured it out a long time ago." Dean Liu chuckled.

Zhuang Buyi smiled as he looked at Dean Liu, and then they looked at the sea together. Waves carrying countless grains of sand crashed against the rocks on the shore, soaring into the air, tumbling, and then falling back into the water in an endless cycle.

"Someone came to ask me about that girl yesterday," Dean Liu suddenly said.

Did you say so?

"The one who came is a bad person. I won't tell him about the children." The white mist in front of Dean Liu's eyes was cleared by the light inside, shining brightly like the big tree above, full of vitality.

"That person asked me about Song Xiaoxian, but I didn't say anything. I know Song Xiaoxian is Guan Jie's girlfriend, and bad people asking about Song Xiaoxian must be related to Guan Jie. Guan Jie is a policeman, and anyone asking about a policeman's family must be trying to harm him, so I can't say anything."

"Did that person ask why Song Xiaoxian was asked?"

"He treated me like an idiot, saying he was just asking around. But I didn't believe him. He also said he was a policeman who learned from the files that Song Xiaoxian was an orphan, which is why he came to find me. He seemed more like a bandit to me. He also said it didn't matter if I didn't tell him, he would ask around elsewhere. Later, I ignored him and pretended to be asleep, and I heard him telling the people who came with him, 'We must find Song Xiaoxian's lover in Senhai City.'"

Zhuang Buyi pinched his thigh; these people were indeed after Guan Jie.

"I have to go now. Guan Jie will come to see you when he gets back. Let me take you home."

"I can go back by myself. It's rare for me to be sober at this moment, so I want to be by myself for a while."

Dean Liu pulled the blanket over her legs and smiled calmly. Zhuang Buyi knew that Dean Liu had returned at this time, and perhaps she would soon forget about it again, but right now she wanted to remember some things.

……

"That person doesn't know Guan Jie yet, which means Guan Jie hasn't been exposed." Zhuang Buyi analyzed the whole incident while driving.

"Xiao Xian has been dead for five years. Guan Jie just met someone who looks like her and someone came to investigate Xiao Xian. Could it be that Xiao Xian is really not dead?" Zhuang Buyi bit his lip, and only let out a cry of pain before letting go.

"I was there when Xiao Xian died, and I attended the funeral. Guan Jie buried the urn himself. It's impossible, impossible," Zhuang Buyi shook his head, but then frowned. "No, if Xiao Xian is dead, why would this person investigate Xiao Xian? And why would they search for Xiao Xian's close friends and family?"

Zhuang Buyi suddenly made a U-turn at the traffic light.

"funeral parlor!"