Chapter 96 Fans, We Will Always Support You
Zhang Li was stunned. She didn't expect Chang Xile to come to such a conclusion. She was so embarrassed that she said angrily, "You are in cahoots with this damn girl. Of course you are on her side!"
"Her sister might not have died. She might have gone home with her aunt!" Seeing the situation was off, Zhang Li quickly changed her story, completely disregarding linguistic logic. Turning to the young people gathered around her, she recalled the few words she had memorized before arriving: "Filial piety is the most important virtue! We, her parents, raised her, and she ran away, severing all ties with us. Tell me, shouldn't she shoulder the responsibility of supporting her parents?"
The onlookers fell silent. The black camera was facing her, like a silent judgment. This was different from what she expected and made her panic.
Zhang Li stiffened her neck and continued, "She...she's an internet celebrity! Her name is that, Gui Si. How can such a heartless and unfilial person be worthy of being a public figure and making a fortune?!"
Chang Xile asked first, "You look quite young and well-maintained. You're under 40, right?"
Zhang Li touched her face, thinking Chang Xile was praising her, and said with a bit of satisfaction: "That's..."
Chang Xile asked with a forced smile, "You're not disabled, are you?"
Before Zhang Li could say anything, someone nearby muttered, "You're still able to support yourself, yet you're waiting until your children reach adulthood to ask for child support..."
"The total amount of money spent on the child before he reached adulthood was only seven or eight thousand?"
"Do you really think having a child is some kind of lucrative investment? You're just so eager to suck my blood."
"And she tricked a six or seven-year-old child into going out into the snow. That's essentially murder..."
"Kisi? Is that the Kisi I know?"
"Wow, are you watching her live stream too?"
Listening to the one-sided comments around her, even Zhang Li, even if she was slow to react, realized something was amiss. She glanced in a certain direction and said with a look of resentment, "You're lucky today. We'll see what happens."
"Wait!" Yang Guisi suddenly called out to Zhang Li. Her expression was slightly moved as she said, "You said Junyi might have gone with my aunt..."
But her struggle soon disappeared. Yang Guisi shook her head and said with a wry smile, "...That's not right."
Zhang Li misunderstood. She sneered and said, "Your aunt hasn't communicated with her family in many years. If you want to know, give me some money and I'll consider helping you find it."
Soon she was forced to leave in a hurry amid boos.
As the farce ended, the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only a small number of people lingering. Yang Guisi felt the unknown gazes of those around him and wished he could find his mask and put it on immediately.
What were they thinking? Were there any of Oni's former viewers among them? Were they laughing at her?
Two girls, one with long hair and the other with short hair, walked up to Yang Guisi hand in hand. Their eyes were bright, and they stared at Yang Guisi's face and asked, "Are you Guisi?"
Yang Guisi was still immersed in her own thoughts. She raised her eyes, met their gazes, and slowly nodded.
The two girls excitedly held each other's hands and said incoherently: "Kissho, we...we all like you very much!"
"Yes! We are your old fans. We have been following you since your first live broadcast."
Yang Guisi was not used to showing her true face to her fans. She lowered her head slightly, her left hand unconsciously grasping her right wrist, and asked, "What's going on?"
Wanting an autograph or a photo with a celebrity when you suddenly meet one? Or perhaps venting your anger and rage after an internet idol's downfall? Yang Guisi felt as if his soul was floating, looking down from above at the people coming and going in the square.
The two girls looked at each other, and the girl with long hair spoke first: "We just want to tell you that we will always support you."
Yang Guisi was stunned for a moment, her soul seemed to be pulled back into her body. She smiled and asked, "After listening to what that person said, don't you think I'm a strange person?"
"Absolutely not!" The girls shook their heads vigorously. "Even if we know a person by appearance but not by heart, we've only met her a few times, and how many times have we met you? There's no reason to trust a stranger!"
The long-haired girl looked at Chang Xile for a while, then suddenly asked, "Hey, are you Mr. Lan Tong?"
Chang Xile didn't expect that she had something to do here. She didn't deny it, but just covered the upper half of her face with her hands, revealing a pair of smiling round eyes.
The short-haired girl clapped her hands and smiled, her tone exaggerated: "That's right! Sister Lantong, I'm your fan too! You're so cool!"
"Hey - you've fallen in love with someone else a little too quickly." Yang Guisi glanced at her, her tone so light that it was almost impossible for people to realize she was joking.
The short-haired girl quickly replied: "Oh, I'm being philanthropic! I love you, I love you."
In the end, the two girls didn't ask for autographs or photos. Instead, they patted Yang Guisi on the shoulder and said seriously, "We really like your livestreaming style and are curious about your past. But if you're tired, like you said before, it's okay to take a break."
The short-haired girl cried and said, "I will watch your live broadcast and remember you."
Yang Guisi burst into laughter and waved her hand to drive the two away: "Go away, I'm not dead yet."
The girls waved goodbye. When Yang Guisi looked up again, she was able to look straight ahead calmly. Sometimes, when she encountered a passerby's curious gaze, she would stare back, making them feel bored and easily defeated.
"Although you seemed to be avoiding me these past few days." Chang Xile gently grasped Yang Guisi's wrist again and added softly, "But if you need me, I'm always available to listen to you."
Yang Guisi wiped his face with the back of his hand and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
The two stayed at Yang Guisi's house again that night.
Yang Guisi thought for a long time, not knowing where to begin. She said with some regret, "It seems to be similar to what Zhang Li said. It's just like that."
Chang Xile shook her head. She immediately grasped the key point and asked, "You originally wanted to ask Zhang Li if your sister had left with your aunt?"
Yang Guisi opened his mouth and finally nodded.
Chang Xile analyzed the situation again. "Although this possibility is very low, it seems that it cannot be completely ruled out. After all, as you said, your sister's body has not been found... But you regretted it as soon as you asked the question, which means you know that this is impossible..."
As she spoke, she became confused herself and stroked her chin and said, "Will the problem be solved if we find your aunt?"
Yang Guisi chuckled softly and said, "It's not that complicated. It's actually very simple."
She looked up and assured Chang Xile, "My sister is dead."
"What..." Chang Xile blinked and asked, "How do you judge?"
Yang Guisi stood up from the sofa, walked to the door of the second bedroom, and opened it. The interior was as princess-like as ever. She said softly, "Seven days after Junyi's death, he came to see me."
At first, Yang Guisi thought it was just a dream.
Yang Junyi leaned over her ear, hugged her neck and blew air into her neck, just like he usually stuffed snow into her neck to make trouble. She giggled and asked, "Sister, is it cold?"
Yang Guisi looked at her in confusion, then turned to Zhang Li and said, "Junyi is back."
Zhang Li was startled, turned around to look at her, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's so unlucky!"
Later, Yang Guisi discovered that she was the only one who could see Yang Junyi.
She didn't know why she was still obsessed and hadn't reincarnated. But later, Yang Guisi got used to her sister's existence, as if they had never been apart.
It was not until Yang Guisi was fifteen years old that Zhang Li arranged her marriage with the Niu Li family from the next village.
"You are useless anyway, so you might as well get yourself ready and get married in exchange for some dowry. It will make our raising you worthwhile for all these years." That afternoon, Zhang Li was sitting at the gate picking vegetables calmly, and she said this as if she was discussing breeding the village sows.
For the first time, Yang Guisi felt cold all over, even colder than when Yang Junyi held her to sleep. Yang Junyi, who still retained her childhood innocence and seemed like she would never grow up, also fell silent for a rare moment. Ever since she was little, she had always understood her mother's words.
She stole the household registration booklet from home and escaped from the mountain village with the help of Yang Junyi.
"What happened next?" Chang Xile asked.
Yang Guisi blinked and skipped over the following sentences: "So Guisi can see ghosts only because Junyi can see ghosts."
Yang Junyi is Yang Guisi's second pair of eyes. Without her, Yang Guisi would not have been able to make money, go to college, and survive to this day on his own.
"Later, I met your aunt." Yang Guisi lowered her head, her bangs covering her eyes, and Chang Xile couldn't see clearly.
She remembered that it was the day when Yang Guisi was possessed by a mountain ghost and was later exorcised by Tang You.
No wonder Yang Guisi reacted so strongly that day... Chang Xile was stunned and couldn't help but think again, does a little ghost like Yang Junyi deserve to be killed?
Could it be reincarnation? Chang Xile thought that one day she would have to find her aunt and ask for the truth.
"That's why you said that it's impossible for Junyi to go home with her aunt as Zhang Li said." Chang Xile rarely showed a look of disgust, "How can there be such parents..." They treat their children like livestock and swear to confuse right and wrong.
Yang Guisi walked into the second bedroom and took out the butterfly hairpin she had treasured for a long time from the drawer. She walked out and carefully placed the hairpin in front of a small niche in the corner of the living room.
"What this offering is..." Chang Xile widened his eyes.
Yang Guisi had no expression on his face: "How could I possibly worship the ancestors of the Yang family?"
That refers to Yang Junyi. But her soul has probably already changed its form and exists in this world a long time ago. What's the point of offering it in this small shrine... Chang Xile suddenly remembered something.
"I see. I can look for information about Yang Junyi," Chang Xile said. She then asked Yang Guisi, "Tell me your birth date."
Although Yang Guisi was puzzled, she obediently wrote down her birth chart on a piece of paper and handed it to her. Then Chang Xile asked her, "What does your sister look like?"
This is a truly abstract question. Even if Yang Guisi knew, she couldn't accurately convey it to Chang Xile. She stammered, "It reaches my lower abdomen, and I have short hair that reaches my ears. ... When I smile, I have two dimples on my face."
"That's enough." Chang Xile took a deep breath and told Yang Guisi, "I'm going to leave my soul. Please watch over it for me for a while."
Yang Guisi watched as Chang Xile found the sofa, lay down, and then died. She was no longer as shocked as she had been the first time she saw this scene, but she still couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to the underworld?"
Chang Xile's soul had already floated out of the window. She nodded, but Yang Guisi could no longer see her at this time.
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