An hour later, Yang Shengfei walked into the testing room while holding his mother’s hand. He obviously hadn’t told Mother Yang the truth, so she looked around as she walked and kept asking in a quiet voice, “Son, why did you bring me to the TV station? They’re all staring at us, what’s going on? What is happening? Is your police department having an event? They invited family members to participate?”
Several staff members gathered around and put on the earpiece and microphone for Mother Yang.
It was clear that she was a rather docile woman. Although she was full of doubts, she did not raise any objections, and stiffly let everyone do what they wanted. The hair near her temples was already gray, her eyes were cloudy, and her face was covered with crisscrossing wrinkles. Although she was only in her fifties, she looked as old as those in their sixties or seventies. She appeared very haggard. However, this didn’t come from exhaustion, but a sense of world-weariness emanating from her bones, a feature unique to those who have nothing to live for.
She was pushed by her son to sit at the round table and sit face to face with a young man. Anxiety and bewilderment appeared in her gaze. The man was exceptionally handsome, and his face appeared white and glowing under the light, but his eyes didn’t contain any light, and were pure black and dull. The darkness was like a deep pool that people can drown themselves in.
Mother Yang only glanced at the young man before she panicked and asked uneasily, “Son, what are you doing? Why are there so many cameras filming? Xiao Zhuang, you’re also here? Are you recording some kind of program for the police department?” She tried to squeeze out a smile, but the crisscrossing wrinkles split the smile and made her look uglier than if she had cried.
Yang Shengfei hastily winked at the captain, but Zhuang Zhen didn’t seem to pick up his cue and said bluntly, “Auntie, we are recording a program. Have you watched ‘The World of Strange People’? Ah Fei couldn’t catch the murderer back then, so he came to ask a psychic.”
“What? Looking for the murderer on TV?” Mother Yang’s gentle and kind expression instantly morphed into disapproval. “No, no, no, not on TV! Not murdered, no one was murdered in our family, and no one was raped!, no! I have to go, I have to go, I’m not recording the program! Who said anything about looking for a murderer? I only have one son, and no one was murdered! Everyone in our family is fine!”
She repeated these words like a broken record, repeatedly emphasizing that she only had a son. The daughter who died tragically on a rainy night seemed to be forgotten by her.
Yang Shengfei grasped her shoulders and pleaded, almost in tears, “Mom, can you sit down? Let’s ask about what happened back then. Let’s find out who killed my sister and allow her to rest in peace.”
“You don’t have a sister!” Mother Yang, who was originally muttering quietly, suddenly roared. Her voice was so high pitched, piercing, and sharp that everyone covered their ears. A lengthy hiss came from the speaker attached to the microphone, which sounded like it came from another dimension, as if something had exploded.
Song Wennuan turned pale with fright and quickly asked her assistant to check the earpiece and microphone worn by Mother Yang. However, she pushed away these people before they could get close and shouted hysterically, “Don’t touch me, go away! I’m not recording anything, I’m not looking for any murderer, I only have a son, I don’t have a daughter! Go away, go away!”
Her haggard face actually had a ferocious expression at this moment, and her cloudy eyes were tinged with crimson, as if she had gone mad. She ran around and lashed out like a headless chicken. The staff began to grow afraid, and while trying to calm her down, they glanced at Yang Shengfei, wanting to ask him—Your mother is not sick, right?
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As more people surrounded Mother Yang, she grew more hysterical. She screamed at the top of her lungs, waved her arms around to scratch others, kicked stools down, swept the objects off the table, and bowled over anyone who approached her. She had completely lost control. Yang Shengfei burst into tears, but he could only choke out apologies while chasing her, the little hope in his heart now completely dispelled.
His sister was already dead, so why make his mother sad for her? Therefore, he yelled, “Stop the recording, stop the recording. Director Song, can we stop the recording? I’ll take my mother back right away. Mom, calm down, we won’t record anymore.”
Fan Jialuo caught the silver necklace that was about to fall to the ground, gently cupped it in his hand, and asked slowly, “Your vocal Dafa hasn’t been working for a long time, right?” His soft and gentle voice was not covered up in the scene that was as noisy as a car accident, and clearly passed into Mother Yang’s ears.
The frantic Mother Yang froze for a moment, but her hands were still desperately scratching anyone who was close to her. She seemed to think she was hallucinating.
“Don’t you want to know the reason why?” Fan Jialuo continued to ask.
Everyone surrounded Mother Yang to try to calm her down and subdue her, and no one was listening to Fan Jialuo. Only Song Rui sat beside him, raising his eyebrows with interest.
The testing room was in an uproar, and the loud clamor and yelling had attracted the attention of the participants isolated in the lounge. They put their ears to the door, all wondering what was going on. It was chaotic even though they were far away, and the people at the scene found it even more unbearable. They never expected that Mother Yang was a lunatic who would go crazy on the spot. This episode of the show was definitely ruined!
Amid the loud clamor, Fan Jialuo closed his eyes and slowly described a scene, “I see you walking along the road with a vegetable basket. On both sides of the road are gardens full of gardenias, and the rich fragrance of the flowers relaxes you and fills you with joy, and a sense of belonging to this strange community. You thought that a brand new life was about to unfold, but at this moment, you met a person. Her face is blurred in your memory, but her frightening words are fresh in your mind. She asked, ‘I heard that your daughter was raped and killed?’”
The increasingly fierce and loud Mother Yang gradually listened to his words, until her hands and feet began to stiffen and her heart began to tremble. When he reached the last sentence, she let out a soft cry and turned around, looking at the extremely handsome young man with a shocked and frightened gaze. Her expression told everyone that the young man’s words had struck the secret buried deepest in her heart. That day had left an extremely deep impression on her heart, one that couldn’t be touched.
She stood still like a log, and her body began to tremble. Only now did she recall the young man’s last sentence—”Your vocal Dafa hasn’t been working for a long time, right?”
The young man didn’t turn his head to look at her, and only held the necklace and said quietly, “At that moment, you replied in a ghostly manner, ‘I don’t have a daughter, I only have a son. Who did you hear that from?”
“Ah!” Mother Yang let out a short scream, and her eyes widened to the extreme as if she had seen terrifying ghosts and monsters.
Everyone stopped moving and tried to suppress their ragged breathing and frantic heartbeats. They looked at Fan Jialuo intently, eagerly awaiting his next words. They were curious to know why Mother Yang, who was just going crazy, suddenly calmed after hearing “vocal Dafa.”
Fan Jialuo closed his fist, trying to warm the cold necklace. “That day, you completely denied your daughter’s existence, because you couldn’t allow the shadows of the past to disturb you and your son’s new life. You repeatedly clarified the matter, and then anxiously went home. You started to cook, but the shadow you thought you dispelled remained in your heart. The smell of home cooked food wafted around the clean and brand new home, and you imagined your son’s happy expression after returning home, but you received a text message from him—he couldn’t come back because the bureau was very busy and he had to work overtime. In that moment, the fake happiness in your heart broke down, you walked to the living room in a daze, and began to think wildly.”
Fan Jialuo tilted his head slightly, facing the light but keeping his eyes closed. He sensed for a moment, and then said hoarsely, “You found yourself about to be swallowed by the darkness of the past, so you immediately searched for the remote control, trying to turn on the TV and fill the house with noise. This was your way of coping with loneliness and pain.”
Fan Jialuo shook his head. “But this time, the remote control was gone, and no matter how much you looked for it, you couldn’t find it. People are like this, and the more you can’t obtain something, the more unable to let go you are. You know that the TV can be turned on without the remote, but you just can’t give up. You continue searching desperately, as if you’re possessed. You run around the house, shouting repeatedly for the remote control, as if after you call, it will automatically pop out of a corner.”
Speaking until here, Fan Jialuo finally opened his eyes and looked at Mother Yang, speaking extremely clearly, “This approach seems childish, but you know that it will always come true, and it has never let you down. As long as you call out to things you’ve lost, they will always appear in front of you in the next moment. This is your vocal Dafa, a tried and tested small magic, a little secret that has always made you happy.”
Mother Yang finally moved her stiff legs, approaching Fan Jialuo’s side step by step, and murmured in a trance, “But it failed.”
With just this sentence, she acknowledged all of Fan Jialuo’s previous descriptions and completely snapped out of her manic state. That day was the first day after she and her son had moved to Beijing, so she remembered it especially well.
This transformation stunned Song Wennuan, Zhuang Zhen, and the others, who were still standing by the door to the testing room in an embarrassed manner, but Mother Yang had already sat down and stared at Fan Jialuo with a quiet, yearning, and focused manner. She desperately wanted to know why her vocal Dafa had failed.
Only now did Song Wennuan and the others wake up and quietly return to their original positions. Yang Shengfei stumbled to his mother’s side and sat beside her, his burning gaze aimed at the young man opposite him. He had an astonished expression. He never knew that his mother knew any Dafa, because she had never mentioned it to him!
Fan Jialuo nodded and said, “Yes, it failed that day. You completely denied her existence and viewed her as a disgrace, so she left, no longer guarding your lost self or this broken world, which once provided her a warm home. She left forever.”
Mother Yang finally realized something, and she stared at him with a horrified expression. Her mouth agape, she kept shaking her head.
Fan Jialuo didn’t seem to notice her resistance, and continued, “In fact, this was not the first time you had denied her existence. You moved from the small town to a more urban city, and then from the city to the provincial capital, and then left the province, going further and further away. You did your best to avoid anyone you were familiar with, and refused to recall what happened to her.”
At this moment, Fan Jialuo’s accent and tone changed completely. “What a bad way to die, to die like this! Raped and murdered, how ugly! Today, I met an acquaintance and they asked about that girl’s scandal. So shameless, you must move further away! What’s the point of burying her? I won’t be able to face my ancestors!”
These oddly pronounced words sounded ridiculous, but they caused Mother Yang and Yang Shengfei to pale and look horrified, because these were the words that Mr. and Mrs. Yang loved to say, and even his tone was exactly the same as theirs! They were ashamed because of their granddaughter’s death, and they felt as though they couldn’t hold their heads up.
Fan Jialuo’s accent changed back, and he sighed deeply. “She accompanied you, guarded you, and wandered with you all around the world, but her life was gradually forgotten by you, her hatred was gradually set down by you, and even her existence was denied by you again and again. At that time, even her beloved mother did not want to admit that she existed in the world, so she gave up completely. The information she left behind was cut off at that time. I didn’t understand why, but after seeing you, I understood everything.”
Fan Jialuo held Mother Yang’s violently trembling hand, gently holding her five fingers as he placed the cold silver necklace into her palm, and said word by word, “When you broke down and sat on the floor, crying because you couldn’t find the remote control, your daughter squatted in front of you, looking at you and crying in a heartbroken manner. Her hand passed through your tear-drenched face, but caught an empty space, as if her existence would eventually become an empty space in your hearts, too. So she left, and from that day on, your vocal Dafa has failed.”
Fan Jialuo closed Mother Yang’s five fingers around the cold necklace and asked her to warm it up. He couldn’t generate any heat, so he gave up.
Mother Yang, who was in a trance, suddenly clenched the necklace and let out a heartbreaking cry into the empty space, “Lan Lan, damn it Lan Lan, come back! Come back! Mom didn’t mean it! How could this happen! How could this happen! Mom really didn’t mean it! Wuwuwu……”
She fell to her knees, clutching the necklace tightly, and crying so hard that she almost fainted. She regretted it. If she had known that her daughter was by her side, she would never have said those words!
“Really! Was my sister really there all along?” Yang Shengfei choked up and repeatedly asked, but before Fan Jialuo could answer him, he answered himself, “I knew she was there, I could feel it. The time I was hit by a car, I obviously flew far away, but wasn’t injured at all after I landed on the ground. I knew it was her protecting me! Sister, sister, are you still there? Can you hear me? Come back, I miss you! I have never forgotten what happened to you or your hatred. I will help you find the murderer, do you hear me? Quickly come back!”
The mother and son pair hugged each other and wept bitterly, completely forgetting that there were dozens of cameras around them. They were regretful and bitter, but the person they denied again and again was now gone, and would never come back. She even took away all the information and gave up her strongest obsession as a wronged soul.
She didn’t care anymore if she could find the murderer. In order to stop causing her family to feel ashamed and embarrassed, she could make herself disappear completely, forever.
What a great way to start the day crying 😭Thank you for the update! 🥰
My gosh, this is so sad!
This novel makes me cry every few chapters😭
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This is so tragic, im crying
I will never understand why people blame and shame the victim for stuff like this happening??