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Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie
Jiang Nan’an, Zhu Ling, and Tian Jia Xin came together to look at the handwriting on the rice bowl.
“)” under the “乛”, Tian Jia Xin frowned for a moment trying to identify it.
Jiang Nan’an felt the same way, “Does he want to say ‘end’, ‘end’? That it’s too hard to live, so I just wanted to die?”
Zhu Ling glanced at the mouth of the talkative Jiang, her expression was one of disapproval but she did not retort with a better explanation herself.
“Give it to Longquan Temple.”
Bei Quan twisted the red sandalwood rosary beads on the table, handed them to Zhu Ling, and asked her to help send them to the Taoist temple for proper care.
Zhu Ling nodded, accepted the rosary beads, and then said to Bei Quan, “I found Luo Yanyan’s whereabouts.”
“Oh?”
Jiang Nan’an on the other side immediately regained his spirits, “Where is she? Where is she?”
Zhu Ling replied, “She went back to her hometown in J province.”
Bei Quan read Luo Yanyan’s information and knew that the girl’s hometown was in a small county in Northeast J province. Her biological father died of illness when she was in primary school. Her mother then remarried and had a son and a daughter with her second husband.
Luo Yanyan got along well with her stepfather and step-siblings but after all, they were not blood-related, so they couldn’t be considered very close.
Because of this, the girl did not choose to go home after graduating from college, but stayed alone in Fèng Xīngchéng city and became a female anchor.
“Oh? That’s very interesting…”
Bei Quan touched his chin, “Could it be that Luo Yanyan ran into something, that’s why she got scared and hid back at her stepfather’s house where she rarely goes back to?”
He turned to his new partner and said, “It seems like we need to go to J Province, to see Luo Yanyan in person.”
Jiang Nan’an certainly had no opinion.
However, Luo Yanyan’s hometown is not close to Fèng Xīngchéng city. She would have to take a plane for more than three hours to the provincial capital C City, and then transfer to a seven-hour long-distance bus from C City to her hometown.
The whole trip would take most of the day.
It was 11:40 p.m. at this time. Zhu Ling quickly booked tickets for the two to fly to C City at 9 a.m. tomorrow and then urged them to pack up and have a good night’s rest.
Jiang Nan’an didn’t live in “Sāntúchuān”. He had rented a small apartment nearby that was a five minute walk away.
Bei Quan returned to his room and didn’t immediately start to pack up the luggage to go out tomorrow. Instead, he went straight to the window and opened the curtain.
He stood by the window and looked outside for a while.
“Tsk!”
Bei Quan clicked his tongue, picked up the black umbrella by the door then slipped out quietly.
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He didn’t know why but when he saw the “Yin Cao Live Room”, his memory that had been like a torrent of dykes, suddenly came back.
But anyway, Wei Fuyuan decided that since he had remembered, it was the will of heaven.
He admitted that he couldn’t let Bei Quan go.
Just one day without seeing him had given Wei Fuyuan a sense of having spent a lifetime apart.
After staying in the hotel for half a day, he was tossing and turning in bed and couldn’t sleep.
Every moment, every minute, no matter what he was doing, Wei Fuyuan always unconsciously thought of the man who teased him and ruthlessly abandoned him.
When looking through his mobile phone, Wei Fuyuan found that after working in “Sāntúchuān” for three and a half months, he didn’t even have a picture of Bei Quan.
This made him unable to even see the person he likes to try and ease the pain of lovesickness.
Wei Fuyuan was so angry but he could not do anything about it.
He felt like a large dog abandoned by his owner. He was sad, unwilling, and missed Bei Quan very much, but he had no resentment.
Wei Fuyuan wanted to see Bei Quan so desperately that his heart was in an inexplicable pain.
——Since I can’t stop thinking about it, I will find you!
Finally, Wei Fuyuan jumped up from his bed, changed his clothes, and went out.
Young Master Wei was twenty-one years old, he had never even shown weakness in front of his parents, so he was even more unwilling to admit defeat easily when facing someone he likes!
And, he didn’t believe that Bei Quan’s heart had remained unmoved.
If both parties are interested, then why can’t we be together!
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Although Wei Fuyuan’s determination was very firm, he soon encountered a major setback— he found that he couldn’t find “Sāntúchuān”.
Wei Fuyuan knew that Bei Quan and the others had set up an enchanted array around “Sāntúchuān”.
However, Wei Fuyuan had been working there for more than three months. He had walked back and forth on this road hundreds of times, so he felt he could never go wrong even with his eyes closed.
But this time, he walked back and forth in the familiar street from 9 p.m. to 12:30 midnight. He was stunned that he couldn’t find the small alley leading to “Sāntúchuān”.
This is so wicked!
When Wei Fuyuan passed the security booth on the corner of the street for the sixth time, the uncle watching the pavilion sitting in the booth couldn’t help but stop him, “Hey, young man, you’ve been walking around for hours, where do you want to go?”
Wei Fuyuan was tall, had long legs, and was handsome. If he was a thief, he looked too conspicuous. Therefore, the uncle didn’t consider him as an evil person. He just looked at the boy’s hurried steps and worried look. He was afraid that he was being delayed to something urgent, so he kindly asked.
Wei Fuyuan stopped and turned back to look at the uncle who stopped him.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, pointed forward, and asked politely, “Renhuai lane, is it in that direction?”
“Yes.”
Uncle nodded, “Walk across the street, turn right and you’ll see a laundry and a Shaxian snack, and the alley between the two is Renhuai Lane.”
Saying that, he laughed.
“We have a bad cell phone signal, that alley is very remote, some time ago, there was some road construction so the road signs that were removed then have not yet been brought back, it is normal that you have been unable to find it.”
The Uncle patted his chest.
“I wish you had asked me earlier. You have walked for hours in vain!”
Wei Fuyuan tugged the corners of his lips and forced a smile.
He knew the uncle was right.
In the past three months or so, every time he got in through the intersection between the laundromat and the Shaxian snack shop.
But just now, Wei Fuyuan had walked many times. Either he couldn’t find the laundry or he didn’t see the Shaxian snack shop. The narrow alley entrance seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there wasn’t even a sign of it existing.
He walked around there countless times and almost cracked the floor tiles under his feet. Every time he looked back, he would find that he had circled back to the place where he got off from the taxi as if he had encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall.
T/N-The so-called “ghost hitting the wall” means that when walking at night or in the suburbs, you can’t tell the direction, your self-perception is blurred, and you don’t know where to go, so you always go around in circles. When telling others about this experience, it is difficult for others to understand, so it is called “ghost hitting the wall.” This is a state of hazy consciousness of human beings.
——This has to be Bei Quan’s work!
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth and thought.
——It’s really troublesome not to let him find it back!
Young Master Wei was very angry, and after he saw Bei Quan again, he had to think of a hundred and eighty different kinds of pictures of that scoundrel.
He thanked the kind security uncle, and once again walked in the direction of “Sāntúchuān” from his memory.
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“… Fool.”
Bei Quan held up his black umbrella and followed Wei Fuyuan. For the eighth time, the big fool walked directly in front of the spell he arranged, turning a blind eye to the alley entrance on the left.
“Why don’t you give up?”
It was two o’clock in the morning.
Bei Quan didn’t know when Wei Fuyuan came or how long he had been looking for it, but he had been following for two hours, and it seemed that the fool was going to keep going.
“……”
Bei Quan tilted his head and gazed up towards the top of the black umbrella, his heart felt suffocated and a vague feeling of unspeakable irritability arose.
He switched the umbrella to his left hand and summoned Qingguang Vientiane Brush. Then he quickly drew a spell on a talisman using his blood as a medium, and pushed it forward.
The spell flew out, right in front of Wei Fuyuan’s defenceless back.
Wei Fuyuan stopped and turned back.
He was less than ten metres away from Bei Quan.
Although the street lights in the narrow in the old city were not too bright, the two were very close to each other, as long as they were not short-sighted, it was impossible not to see each other.
Wei Fuyuan’s naked eyes were 5.0.
It’s a pity that no matter how good your eyesight was. Under the magic power of the black umbrella, he couldn’t see Bei Quan.
Wei Fuyuan looked around, glancing over Bei Quan without stopping.
“… strange.”
He muttered to himself, “was it just my imagination?”
Just now Wei Fuyuan felt that someone patted him on the back. This feeling immediately reminded him of Bei Quan, who liked to attack him by surprise.
But when he looked back, the alley behind him was long and narrow, devoid of people, not even cats or dogs were present.
Wei Fuyuan whispered and turned to go on.
But this time, although he still couldn’t find the entrance to the alley leading to “Sāntúchuān,” he finally stopped walking around in circles.
About 15 minutes later, Wei Fuyuan found that he had unknowingly passed through a whole alley area and entered the street park.
The so-called Street Park was actually just a green space next to the bus station, about 100 square metres, surrounded by a circle of green trees and low flower hedges.
Usually, this was the place of the square where aunts danced in the morning as exercise, but at this time it was dark, and there were very few vehicles passing by. The noisy square in the daytime was now so quiet that one could hear the sound of the south wind blowing on the treetops.
Wei Fuyuan sat down on a bench.
After walking for so long, he was actually a little tired.
“Bei Quan…”
He looked up at the sky and said to himself, “You… Cruel bastard…”
Then he felt as if someone had patted him on the back of the head.
Without having time to turn around, Wei Fuyuan’s eyes went black, and with a “poof” he slumped across the chair, falling straight into a coma-like slumber.
Mreow during most of the chapter: ( -̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )
Mreow at the end of the chapter: (O∆O)
Ghostie sipping tea: Ghostie demands more angst ٩( >ヮ<)۶ !!!v
If you try to repeat amnesia trick with me I’ll have to HOWL!
LET THEM BE TOGETHER AH
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Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
I find it quite funny