Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Chapter 256 I Lived a Very Good Life with Her

Inside the old residential building.

Su Ming sat in the living room, watching Chen Zhiwei busy in the kitchen.

A few days ago, the two had a long, heart-to-heart talk.

Those heavy topics, such as the end of the world and them, were tacitly chosen to be completely buried.

The two lived an ordinary life, just like any other ordinary person.

Everyone in this old town lives the same life every day.

Day after day, in a never-ending cycle, without any change.

Only Su Ming and Chen Zhiwei kept records of their own time.

I remember Yu Mengnian saying to Su Ming at the time, "Try to make her like you."

"Just having a child is too cruel for her."

This was her final farewell to Chen Zhiwei, and it was also a tender gesture from her.

Su Ming did as instructed, and he did so for decades.

Chen Zhiwei doesn't need a passionate, dramatic love affair.

Here, she finally shed all her shackles and became an ordinary girl.

Their laughter echoed throughout every corner of the old town.

Every night, they would snuggle together on the sofa, watching an old television set, engrossed in the same old, repetitive dramas.

Life suddenly became quiet.

Time flies, and years pass quickly.

Calculate the time.

This is their seventh year in the book of names.

Su Ming leaned back on the sofa, his gaze not falling on the flickering television, but on the busy figures in the kitchen.

Chen Zhiwei rolled up her sleeves, her long, black hair simply tied back.

Compared to the beginning.

Her movements are skillful in yoga.

They methodically selected and chopped the vegetables, the blades striking the cutting board with even, rhythmic thuds.

This is the most peaceful and healing voice in the world after breaking free from the fear of the apocalypse and escaping fate.

After a long while, Su Ming looked up at the ceiling.

Some trance.

He often felt that this place was peaceful, like a long and gentle dream.

The dream was mundane, yet he was reluctant to wake up.

Just then, the kitchen door opened.

Chen Zhiwei called out, "What are you daydreaming about? Get ready to eat."

Su Ming immediately snapped out of his thoughts, stood up, and strode into the kitchen.

forget about it.

Dinner was simple yet delicious, consisting of one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup. There was no elaborate plating, just steaming hot food.

The two sat facing each other, eating slowly and chatting softly.

Every word and phrase is a fragment of daily life.

We chatted about the trivial things that happened during the day.

Let's talk about the snacks at the convenience store downstairs.

Let's talk about the sycamore trees in our neighborhood.

They stopped discussing any earth-shattering topics and only talked about the most down-to-earth everyday life.

After the meal, Su Ming naturally took on all the washing and cleaning duties.

Chen Zhiwei leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched him, watching his profile as he wiped the dishes.

A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by tenderness.

Life seemed to freeze at this moment, unhurried, calm, and perfectly peaceful.

Seven years later, then ten years, and then another ten years.

Time in the outside world has long lost its meaning.

They no longer mention the end times, them, or even the Book of Names.

The old town continues day after day, repeating the same dawn and dusk, with passersby always taking the same steps and following the same paths.

Only Su Ming and Chen Zhiwei, in the endlessly looping city of books, meticulously calculate the long years.

The rhythmic chopping sound in the kitchen has been going on for decades.

Chen Zhiwei and Su Ming both used the two-point line method in tacit agreement.

They stayed together, growing old together like ordinary people.

The TV shows on the television never get new episodes; they just keep repeating the same thing over and over.

But the two people leaning against each other on the sofa watched with great interest.

Chen Zhiwei has completely broken free from all the burdens she once carried.

She became an ordinary woman who would be busy with a meal and happy with a gust of wind.

Ten years after ten years.

Su Ming's temples were already snow-white, but his eyes remained clear and bright.

He always loved to sit on the wicker chair on the balcony, watching Chen Zhiwei water the flowers and tidy up the green plants on the windowsill.

Sunlight fell on the tips of her gray hair, casting a gentle halo around it, creating a sense of tranquility that was intoxicating.

Occasionally, Chen Zhiwei would turn around, meet his gazing gaze, and smile faintly.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a husky yet gentle tone mellowed by the passage of time.

Su Ming said with a smile, "Looking at you, how come you've gotten so old without me even realizing it?"

Chen Zhiwei tapped his head in an annoyed tone: "Aren't you the same?"

"Old man."

"Old woman."

"Hahaha."

Laughter drifted across the balcony and into the wind.

After decades of living together day and night, they have long since developed habits ingrained in their very being.

They would hold each other's hands and walk slowly along the sycamore-lined path in the neighborhood.

They walked this path their whole lives; every inch of the paving stones bears their footprints, and every wisp of evening breeze has heard their whispered secrets.

Others are forever repeating yesterday's hurried steps, but they, step by step, have completed their entire lives.

The final moments came with exceptional gentleness and tranquility.

It was another dark night, and the television in the house was still playing an old TV series on a loop.

Two elderly people with white hair leaned against each other on the sofa, just like every night for decades.

Chen Zhiwei leaned on Su Ming's shoulder, tightly gripping his hand, her voice as soft as the wind: "Su Ming, I'm leaving."

"He will remember this memory."

"This is the human anchor I left for Him."

She looked intently at the elderly Su Ming, then suddenly smiled with relief, "I'm truly satisfied with this ending."

"Thank you for accompanying me on this final journey."

Su Ming tightened his arms around her, carefully holding her in his embrace.

He lowered his head and gently brushed the tip of his nose against the top of her gray hair, his eyes swirling with a thousand emotions, which finally melted into tenderness: "Then, have you fallen in love with me?"

Chen Zhiwei raised her hand and stroked his face, which was full of the marks of time, and gently scolded, "Childish."

This was her last smile and her final words.

The old town continues its cycle, repeating itself day after day.

But the time that belonged to Su Ming and Chen Zhiwei had come to an end.

Chen Zhiwei chose death.

She could have lived forever, because she possessed the two points and one line blessed by Su Ming.

But this is not what she wanted.

This was the grave she had chosen for herself.

She liked this ending very much.

She was very satisfied with how things ended.

There were no dramatic events, only ordinary days.

Chen Zhiwei, nestled in Su Ming's arms, slowly closed her eyes.

The blessing mark on her forehead, representing two points aligned, turned into a faint light and returned to Su Ming's body.

Su Ming held her quietly like that.

My gaze drifted to the sycamore trees outside the window, while I listened to the sounds coming from the television.

A small tombstone appeared in the old town.

The person who could have erected the monument is no longer here.

749 Underground Base.

Zhou Zhengyang stared at the surveillance footage on the screen, his pupils shrinking sharply. He roared in panic, "What! The King and Dr. Chen have entered the Name Book?"

He only just found out.

Startled, he dropped everything and immediately pulled up the scene of Su Ming and Chen Zhiwei entering the name book.

In the scene, after the two people disappeared, they became two names on the last page of the book.

But in just one minute, the scene changed.

Su Ming appeared alone in the scene.

In the scene, Zhou Zhengyang did not see Chen Zhiwei.

He instantly realized that Chen Zhiwei had already left.

She remains forever in the book of names.

At the same time, Yu Mengnian quietly appeared in front of Su Ming.

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Su Ming, has she left?"

Su Ming nodded: "Let's go."