Chapter 41: Forty-first Night
"Xu Yansheng, I have a question, but I don't know whether I should ask it or not."
Qiu Tingxu looked around and suddenly asked mysteriously.
The person being asked just looked at him with half-closed eyelashes, indicating that he should just keep talking and not cause trouble.
Qiu Tingxu then whispered, "It's broad daylight, the sun is so bright, Yue'er shouldn't be following us, right?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Yansheng looked behind Qiu Tingxu in silence.
Although he didn't say a word, he seemed to express something, so much so that Qiu Tingxu instantly felt a chill on his back.
"You... are you looking at what I'm doing behind my back? Don't ghosts fear sunlight these days?"
Xu Yansheng: "Well, she's on your back."
"Yuer, it's a child, you don't have to be afraid."
Qiu Tingxu's heart skipped a beat and he was speechless: "...ah, a little kid..."
"Then how did she...?"
The words are not finished but the meaning is clear.
Xu Yansheng shook his head gently: "Yuer only remembers her own name."
Suddenly, the chill on Qiu Tingxu's back was no longer frightening.
How terrifying could a little girl who couldn't remember anything but her own name be?
The original fear of the unknown turned into pity at this moment. No one could blame a harmless child for wanting to get close to humans.
Even though she is a ghost, even though she always exudes a cold and gloomy aura.
"So where did you meet? Is it possible to help her regain her memory?"
Xu Yansheng did not answer his first question, but stared at him and asked, "What if it's painful?"
Qiu Tingxu choked up. He really hadn't thought about this question. Facing a ghost who knew nothing about her past, no one knew whether her memory was good or bad.
But since ghosts exist, reincarnation should also exist. Since Yue'er did not succeed in reincarnation, there must be a reason.
The reason can only be found in past memories.
Yue'er is at a complete loss now, and doesn't even know what she wants. How can she reincarnate? Do I have to stay in this world forever?
What if Xu Yansheng, the only one who can see her now, is gone?
Are you going to play with other ghosts?
But Yue'er always follows Xu Yansheng now, so it seems unrealistic to ask her to play with other ghosts.
He sighed and expressed the thoughts in his mind: "Xu Yansheng, you know, if a person has an obsession after death, he will die with regrets."
"It is said that such people will not be reincarnated even if they become ghosts, but will stay in the human world. They will only be reincarnated if their obsession is fulfilled by accident or if their obsession fades over time."
"Although Yue'er has lost her memory, she still stays with us. Have you ever thought about why?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with her staying with you, but what if you're no longer around?"
Xu Yansheng's expression was still indifferent. He looked behind him and said, "I can ask her to reincarnate."
His word magic doesn't even discriminate between objects; it can work on anything.
Qiu Tingxu was choked for a moment, and stammered: "Uh... it's feasible, but... are you going to completely ignore her memory?"
Xu Yansheng retracted his gaze and looked far away at the little yellow cat who was surrounded by a group of wild cats with their fur standing on end.
Dirty and pitiful, it was powerless to resist under the shade of the big tree.
"If it is a painful memory, it is better not to recall it."
Qiu Tingxu followed his gaze and curled his lips.
"But pain is only a small part of life's memories. If you don't believe me, just look up."
Xu Yansheng looked up at the big tree above the cats, which had lush branches and clusters of green leaves.
On one of the branches, there was a big yellow cat standing with a small mouse in its mouth.
But when he discovered the situation of his children, he immediately raised his tail, his hair stood up, and he growled with his teeth bared.
The little mouse failed to stay stuck in the big yellow cat's mouth and started to freely fall as the big yellow cat jumped down.
When the big yellow cat pounced on the little yellow cat, the little mouse, which had already lost its breath, also fell heavily to the ground.
Angry breaths escaped from the big yellow cat's throat, carrying with it a desperate determination and will to intimidate the dangerous presence that threatened the child.
The wild cats that were originally arrogant scattered in a hurry, not even daring to grab the food that was so close to them.
The big yellow cat did not go back to pick up the little mouse. Instead, it circled around the kitten twice and licked its fur.
After licking it clean, he nudged the kitten's back until the kitten picked up the mouse and put it in its mouth.
"Meow~"
"Meow~"
Two cat meows were heard, one high and one low. After looking at each other, the two cats went into the low grass one after the other.
Under the shade of another tree, Xu Yansheng kept his gaze for a long time, with an inexplicable expression.
Qiu Tingxu felt that his brows became more gloomy, and he bumped Xu Yansheng with his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Xu Yansheng retracted his gaze and pulled his hood with one hand to cover his face more tightly.
"Not every mother cat will protect her children."
Qiu Tingxu felt something was wrong when he heard this, and he observed Xu Yansheng for a while.
"At least the one you see now will."
"Besides, I'm not spreading truth, goodness, and beauty to you. My own parents are also very sick, but I won't deny all my past memories just because of their existence."
"They don't deserve it. I can hate them, but I can't hate my memories. That means I hate myself, doesn't it?"
"The same goes for Yue'er. There's a difference between actively choosing to forget and passively losing your memory. If you have a grudge, take revenge. If you have a grievance, take revenge. If you have a favor, take it back. There's no need to discard your memory. It looks like you're hiding and running away, doesn't it?"
Xu Yansheng raised his feet and continued to walk out of the school, passing by many students who were leaving school like them.
After passing each other, we each scattered in the crowd. The memory of strangers is never long-lasting.
The stunning appearance doesn’t last long.
Xu Yansheng's naturally drooping fingers rubbed across the crotch of his casual pants, sometimes curling up, and then suddenly relaxing in the tiny swinging movements of walking.
There was some fine sweat on his palms, but he rarely failed to deal with it in time.
He only murmured, "Revenge if there is revenge, and grievance if there is grievance?"
"Can family members, too?"
Qiu Tingxu jumped up and picked a leaf from above his head. There was obviously a lower place where he could just raise his hand to pick it up, but he insisted on jumping.
"Why not? They know you're family, but they just make you sad and depressed, right?"
"Gratitude and resentment are two different things. You can even give them back at the same time."
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