The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

Under the candlelight, a person and a "ghost" quietly ate their midnight snack.

Di Renjie ate leisurely, and Zhang Rui ate slowly as well. Occasionally their eyes would meet, and then they would look away.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed, no longer as tense as it had been at the beginning.

Di Renjie ate half a bowl of porridge, then put down his chopsticks and quietly looked at Zhang Rui.

The child was polite; he didn't say much from beginning to end, but he didn't just eat by himself, but invited him to eat with him as well.

Although it's just a bowl of porridge, you can still discern something from it.

But where did this child come from?

Di Renjie stood up, and for some reason, he wanted to walk over to Zhang Rui.

Seeing him sitting alone to one side, his figure ethereal and helpless, always reminded Di Renjie of his own children when they were young.

No, she's far more pitiful than one's own child. At least one's own child knows where home is, but this child...

Di Renjie walked to Zhang Rui's side, reached out his hand, and wanted to touch his head, or at least pat his shoulder, like an elder would do to a younger person.

The hand descended, but the fingertips passed through that illusory outline, like passing through a wisp of smoke, without any substantial tactile sensation.

He stood there, stunned, slowly withdrew his hand, looked at his palm, and remained silent for three breaths.

Zhang Rui sensed it, but kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Looking at his downcast face, Di Renjie couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

I wanted to comfort the child, but I couldn't even touch him.

In the end, he chose to return to his seat and finish the remaining half bowl of porridge with Zhang Rui.

After finishing his meal, he summoned Di Chun to clear the dishes.

Di Chun pushed open the door and came in, and then there was another flurry of activity.

I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. The adults really had good appetites; they actually finished all the food.

But as the saying goes, being able to eat is a blessing.

My parents can tell at a glance that I am a blessed person.

After Di Chun left, Di Renjie looked at Zhang Rui again.

"My child, I am Di Renjie, courtesy name Huaiying, currently the magistrate of Pengze County. Since you have nowhere else to go, why don't you stay with me for now?"

Zhang Rui looked up, somewhat surprised. He was still struggling with how to bring this up with Di Renjie.

"it is good."

Di Renjie nodded, his gaze falling on the strange attire, then on the excessively young face. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "How old are you this year?"

"I don't remember."

Actually, Zhang Rui doesn't know how to calculate his own age anymore...

Di Renjie did not press further, but simply nodded slightly.

What's so strange about a child who can't even say where he came from or remember his age?

Recalling the moment when she reached out to touch the child, only to feel as if she were touching a wisp of smoke, she felt a mix of emotions.

A young boy, like a ghost, without roots or a home, appeared in the county government office late at night, and even he himself couldn't explain where he came from.

He had never met anyone like this before.

But since we've encountered it, we can't just ignore it.

"Child, since you have no elders by your side and do not remember any other past events, I, in my old age, would like to take the liberty of giving you a name?"

Zhang Rui was taken aback: "Take a courtesy name?"

"Hmm." Di Renjie saw the confusion in his eyes and smiled slightly. "Although you don't remember many things, your speech and behavior don't seem to indicate that you come from a humble background. Besides, you are all alone now. Now that I have met you, I can't just treat you as a stranger. I'm giving you a name so that you will have something to remember in the future, and it's also a small token of my appreciation."

Zhang Rui paused for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you, Lord Di."

"Not from a humble background" was just a temporary excuse made up by Di Renjie. After all, judging from Zhang Rui's strange attire, he really didn't seem to be from a wealthy family. But having a name would make it easier to address him later, as calling him by his full name would be inappropriate.

"You now exist between the realms of the living and the dead, able to see the world, yet others cannot see you. Such a state easily leads one astray. I wish you clarity of mind, so that you will not fear the separation between the living and the dead," Di Renjie said slowly, looking into Zhang Rui's eyes. "Then let's take the name 'Tong You' (通幽, meaning 'to understand the spirits of the dead'). What do you think?"

Zhang Rui silently repeated, "Tong You..."

"Though separated by the boundaries between the living and the dead, as long as one's heart is at peace, there is nothing to fear. If you find this inappropriate, then consider it me speaking too much."

"No, I like it very much... Thank you, Judge Di."

Di Renjie stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "If you'd like, you can call me grandfather."

Zhang Rui paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Judge Di has already shown me the kindness of being reborn; I dare not ask for anything more."

Di Renjie didn't press the matter, but simply nodded slightly: "Alright, then call me Lord Di. It's getting late, so let's rest early."

After saying that, he pointed to the bed in the inner room: "You may sleep there."

"I... probably don't need to sleep."

Zhang Rui himself was also quite puzzled when he said this.

Lying in bed—no, floating on the bed—should be possible, but how do you cover yourself with blankets?

We can't keep using our abilities indefinitely, can we?

As time goes by, the bedding will eventually wear through your body.

If that's the case, it's better not to go to bed at all.

Di Renjie remained silent for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before he sighed softly, "I understand."

Without further hesitation, he turned and walked to the soft couch in the inner room, where he lay down fully clothed.

After lying down, he turned his head and glanced towards the study again: "Then you can sit in the outer room for a while."

Zhang Rui sat down at the desk, his body seemingly ethereal, yet he remained steadily in place.

After a long pause, she finally spoke softly, "Thank you."

Di Renjie closed his eyes, and his voice came from the inner room, gentle and calm: "No need for thanks, there will be plenty of time in the future."

On the first day after the time travel, an old man, a complete stranger, gently accepted Zhang Rui, as if he were a lost child.

Di Renjie fell asleep.

Zhang Rui sat in the chair, intending to stay there.

It's hard to break a habit, and before I knew it, my head drooped down, and I lay on the edge of the table, just like I had many years ago when I was sleeping soundly during lunch break at school.

Di Renjie woke up in the early hours of the morning.

I'm getting old, and my sleep is becoming shallow...

I opened my eyes and instinctively glanced towards the study—

The child was lying face down on the table, in a very awkward posture.

She gently got up, walked to Zhang Rui's side, picked up an outer robe draped over the back of the chair, and wanted to gently drape it over his shoulders.

A hand reached out, and the robe slipped through the illusory outline, gently sliding onto the table.

Di Renjie stood there, staring at the outer robe, motionless for a long time.

He slowly withdrew his hand, stood silently for a while, and then whispered four words:

"There is ample time."

After a long time, Zhang Rui slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the fallen outer robe on the table, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

Not knowing what to say, I simply started the interaction, carefully folded the outer robe, and placed it aside.

This was the first night after the soul traveled through time, yet there was no unease or fear.

Because he doesn't seem to be alone.