"Yes, I will work hard. Take care, Teacher Chen. I'll be leaving now."
Teacher Chen stood up: "Do you want me to take you to the station? Your luggage is still in the dormitory?"
"No need, I've already mailed all my luggage back. This is the only bag I have on the road, and I can get to the station quickly by bus. Goodbye, Teacher Chen."
Teacher Chen nodded, watched the students walk away, sat down and took a sip of water. He habitually touched his pocket, then froze. He reached into his pocket and found an envelope. He looked around but didn't take it out, planning to read it when he got home.
He felt that this must have been given to him by Qian Xiao, but when was it put in? They hadn't even exchanged a few words, so how come he didn't feel anything at all?
After getting home from get off work, Mr. Chen went to his study, took out the envelope from his pocket, opened it, and pulled out the letter inside. Seeing that the paper was without any markings and the words on it looked exactly like they had been printed, he became even more curious.
If you wanted to say something, you wouldn't need to be so cautious, would you?
After reading the letter, Teacher Chen was deeply disturbed. Was what was written in it true? Could something so terrible really happen three years later?
Should he believe it?
Teacher Chen is not a rigid or inflexible person. He sat there and carefully sorted out the changes over the past few years. Sure enough, he found some clues in the details. It's just that it's still early and things are not so obvious yet.
With a little attention and keen senses, one can discover these subtle details. He really had to thank this student for risking danger to reveal this to him in advance.
He didn't investigate how the student figured it out; everyone has their own secrets, and such a subtle reminder was already a great favor.
Otherwise, when that day really comes, it will catch him off guard, and he can slowly prepare. I hope his family can really get through the storms ahead safely.
He opened the drawer, took out a match, put the paper in his hand into the ashtray and lit it. Watching the paper burn little by little until it was reduced to ashes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
I started to carefully consider what path to take next, and how to subtly remind a few old friends so that I wouldn't be discovered.
After walking out of the school gate, Qian Xiao looked back at the university where she had studied for four years, which was also the best university in China. It would be at least a decade before she would see it again. In the next decade or so, she had no intention of coming back to this place with the most troubles.
Call her timid or cowardly, she was just an ordinary person among millions, without lofty ambitions or anxieties. She only wanted to live a peaceful and stable life with her family.
Her past life taught her that humans are quite fragile creatures, and that one day, at any moment, they may disappear into the world. When they can be together, they should not yearn too much for life outside. After all, she was just a homebody.
She shook her head with amusement, wondering why she was getting sentimental. This wasn't like her at all. Then she turned around and strode away, never looking back once more at the school that was getting further and further away.
"Host, are you very sad?"
Qian Xiao tilted her head and thought for a moment: "No, it's just that I'm feeling a bit sentimental."
"Double Egg, do you think I shouldn't have written that letter?" After sending the letter, she didn't feel regret or worry; instead, she felt relieved.
Perhaps because she knew this history, she always felt a sense of regret whenever she saw teachers who were dedicated to teaching. They were truly serious about teaching each student and had no selfish motives whatsoever.
Each of them was incredibly talented and learned, and it's a pity they ended up in that situation. She was just doing some small things that she was supposed to do. Asking this question might be a way of trying to get people to agree with her occasional saintly thoughts.
"No, I feel fine. You clearly know everything, but you would feel uncomfortable if you chose to stand by and watch. This reminder is to let others decide whether to listen or not, and you can then have a clear conscience."
"Hehe, Shuangdan, I find you to be becoming more and more human. Talking to you makes me feel much better, otherwise I always feel a sense of loss."
"Double Egg, don't you feel like you're wasting your talents by following me? You should find a host who is exceptionally smart and capable, so that you can utilize your strengths and don't have to live such a stifling life with me." For example, Sun Kaicheng.
"No, I really enjoy living this simple life with you. Occasionally, I can also watch some excitement. I've found that humans are really complex creatures. It's like everyone has multiple hearts, always worrying about this and that. It's quite interesting."
"Moreover, I am not one of those so-called learning systems or female supporting character systems with special abilities like those in novels. I am just an auxiliary tool for an ordinary human being. As long as the host needs me, I will answer the questions, and that is my value."
"I've never asked you before, do humans in interstellar space have very long lifespans?"
"It's alright. People with special abilities have long lifespans, while ordinary humans only live for about two hundred years. Interstellar people are warlike, and many of them don't even live for two hundred years."
Just like its father, who only lived to be 120 years old, how many people can truly die peacefully in their old age?
"Then our lives will be very short. Living to seventy or eighty years old will be considered a long life. Will you be able to choose another host then?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. If there is a need, then I have value; if there is no need, then I have no meaning to exist."
It has no shortage of energy, and as long as it doesn't suffer fatal damage, it can live for a very long time. Here, it can freely choose its host, unlike in interstellar space where the host chooses it, but it doesn't know whether to continue or not. Perhaps it will only make its own choice when that time comes.
"Alright, when I die of old age, you must find a new home. I don't want you to lose your vessel because of my demise."
Shuangdan never told Qian Xiao that it could leave at any time. With the energy it currently stores, it could even live on another planet without any problem. But it likes to stay by Qian Xiao's side.
This makes it feel like a living being, rather than a cold, lifeless tool.
"Don't worry, I will never die with you."
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