Chapter 150 Unwavering Dedication to the Green Hills, Passing on the Torch
"The day when the Record of Folk Customs is completed and published will be the day when Mr. Du's wish is fulfilled."
"It was a time when Mr. Du was able to attain great freedom and liberation, and reunite with his family."
"For Mr. Du, this is not the end, but the fulfillment."
“You all helped me fulfill this wish, which is the greatest act of kindness and compassion for me. I am deeply grateful.”
His words were calm and gentle, showing no fear of the soul dissipating after the obsession was resolved, but rather filled with relief and anticipation that his lifelong pursuit was about to be achieved.
That detached attitude of placing one's own life and death entirely above the pursuit of historical truth and personal ideals inspired admiration in everyone present.
Zhong Wan is the same. Although she usually does a bit of a lazy job and wants to just coast along without any ambition, she is still moved when she sees someone with ideals and beliefs.
She flipped her wrist so her palm was facing up.
I was just about to say something,
As if sensing her thoughts, the system conjured a wisp of black mist in her hand, and in an instant, the familiar calligraphy brush appeared in her grasp.
With a sudden drop in her wrist, Zhong Wan subconsciously looked down at the calligraphy brush with black mist swirling around its tip, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Thanks.
She politely thanked him in her heart, and then sat up straight.
She just made the slightest movement
Lin Yan'an subconsciously turned his head to look.
Zhong Wan shifted slightly, her gaze fixed on the painting.
She held a paintbrush in one hand and reached out with the other to bring the drawing paper to her.
However, Zhong Wan glanced at the distance between the sofa and the coffee table, and just as she shifted her position...
Suddenly, a large hand appeared in front of her. That familiar hand held a cushion and placed it at her feet: "Sit on this. You're not fully recovered yet, so you can't sit on the ground."
Lin Yan'an's concerned yet slightly serious words rang in her ears.
Zhong Wan's eyes instantly lit up with a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
She naturally enjoyed Lin Yan'an's thoughtfulness and obediently sat on the cushion.
The two weren't making much noise, but their conversation still attracted the attention of several people.
Especially after seeing that Zhong Wan had inexplicably produced a calligraphy brush,
Some people didn't see the whole process and only had some questions.
But those who saw the brush appear in person widened their eyes instantly, and were once again shocked by her.
Having chosen to cooperate with the country, Zhong Wan never intended to hide anything.
Honesty and openness are her principles.
Well, except for the system, she won't tell them unless they ask.
But even if she said it, it wouldn't matter. After all, whether the system can erase its existence from a human's memory is up to her.
Before being bound to the system, the system could delete her memories; after being bound, Zhong Wan also gained those rights.
You could even choose to erase Zhong Suisui's memories.
She wasn't sure when this memory entered her mind, but clearly, heaven, earth, the system, and she herself knew.
Thinking of this, Zhong Wan's lips curled up slightly.
It seems that, without realizing when it started, she had separated the system from Zhong Suisui.
I just wonder if a cat sleeping alone there all year round will be scared?
Zhong Wan sighed softly, composed herself,
He raised his hand, picked up the pen, calmed his mind, and solemnly wrote a few large characters on the drawing paper.
"The green hills stand firm, the torch is passed on."
Grandpa Zhou watched the scene unfold with curiosity. After seeing her put pen to paper, he leaned forward slightly and read it aloud in a low voice.
"Um."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan nodded and wrote the final stroke.
As she wrote, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, cheeks, and even her body.
My already limited energy levels instantly became even lower, making me feel even more exhausted.
Zhong Wan's breathing became much heavier.
Lin Yan'an felt heartbroken seeing the scene before her.
He quickly reached out and pulled out a tissue, gently wiping her face.
The moment the characters were finished, the brush in Zhong Wan's hand vanished instantly, and a faint black aura began to flow within the characters on the paper.
At first, it was only on those eight large characters, but then it suddenly burst out of the characters and filled the entire sheet of paper.
Bathed in the black mist, Mr. Du's portrait seemed even clearer.
Even more striking than the drawing on the paper was Mr. Du's frozen figure in that instant.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Wan's eyes flashed with a smile. She slumped weakly to the ground, leaned against the sofa, and nodded slightly to Mr. Du: "You have no regrets about the green hills. You have upheld your principles throughout your life and achieved your own fulfillment."
"The torch is passed down, carrying on your life's work, and will never be extinguished."
"Mr. Du, please rest assured, the mission has been accomplished successfully."
Her words were soft, yet they seemed to contain a power that could reach the heart.
Those eight large characters, freshly written and still damp, seemed to have been infused with life.
A thick, dark aura flowed through the characters, with wisps of black matter emanating from them, nourishing not only the paper but also Du Qian's soul.
Du Qian's illusory figure trembled slightly, instantly appearing opposite Zhong Wan. He lowered his eyes to look at the eight large characters above, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhong Wan, whose face had remained pale because of him.
His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: shock, gratitude, and above all, a profound sense of comfort at being understood and respected by posterity after a thousand years.
He raised his hand and solemnly straightened his clothes, even though it was just a silhouette.
Yet his movements remained meticulous, and then he slowly bowed, bowing deeply to Zhong Wan in thanks.
"Thank you, Madam Lin!"
His voice was solemn, clearer and more stable than before, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor: "These eight words are of paramount importance to me, Du."
“I… Du, what merit or ability do I possess to receive such a generous treatment?”
"Thank you very much, Madam Du! I am deeply grateful!"
"Mr. Du, there's no need for thanks. What you've done is worthwhile."
Zhong Wan's voice was still weak, but her words were full of certainty.
Du Qian's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes instantly warmed.
This was the first time in thousands of years that he had felt warmth from the depths of his soul.
He slowly straightened up, looked solemnly at Zhong Wan, his eyes filled with emotion and the joy of being affirmed.
The living room was completely silent; everything before them was beyond their comprehension.
Whether it's her taking the pen from a distance,
Only Lin Yan'an remained calm, but his eyes were filled with heartache as he looked at Zhong Wan.
But a pride that cannot be ignored shines in his eyes.
He gently lifted Zhong Wan up and placed her on the sofa, then reached for a blanket to cover her: "Now you should rest well, we'll take care of the rest."
His voice broke the silence in the room.
The two old professors slowly closed their mouths, their eyes filled with excitement and disbelief as they looked at Du Qian's phantom and Zhong Wan's pale face.
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