Chapter 41 College Students (Final) (End of reverse V) Settlement screen—…
Jian Zijin spread his hands, and the call from Zhong Yun abruptly ended, causing his phone to fall to the ground with a thud.
Five people surrounded him using the prop cards they had, and Jian Zijin remained silent.
Deciding to break the deadlock, the players said to the desperate killer, "If you trust us, you can tell us everything. We are here to give the dead the truth and the living dignity."
That's true; the system has clearly told everyone that.
This round has already created a reasonable ending.
Whether Jian Zijin is willing to tell everyone the truth or not, they are all waiting to see.
[Ding! Congratulations to all players for enabling the 'Vote' function.]
[This round will determine the storyline before everyone returns to the real world based on each person's choice of the murderer.]
[If more than three members of the flock agree to let the wolf go after the 'Old Wolf' voluntarily reveals his motive, the wolf will be freed, and a 5% bonus episode will be added to the 'Old Wolf's' finale; if fewer than three members agree, the killer will be apprehended by the authorities, and no further episodes will be released.]
Yang Xiaohong said, "Zijin, don't you really think about the person who has been holding you back all along?"
"..."
"Actually... I also hope to meet the person I love most in the world I hate the most."
The person Yang Xiaohong was referring to was Zhong Jun.
The only person Jian Zijin could see in her eyes was Zhong Yun.
The story is currently at 89%.
In front of all the ghost-hunting teams, the ultimate evidence fell, and the system prompted that the relationship diagram of the characters in the Chongli Ghost School 404 murder case could be generated.
Everyone should check this out quickly.
The other characters remain unchanged.
Only one person has changed, and that is Jian Zijin in front of us.
Everyone heard that sentence.
"yes."
"I killed Zhang Congming."
Overnight, everyone's true feelings were written on their faces: "It really is you!"
The hostility on the dormitory head's face was still there.
He tried to move forward.
The expressions on the other people's faces inevitably showed a hint of fear towards him.
The dormitory head had no choice but to stop.
He looked at his hands.
Jian Zijin's self-doubting gaze became somewhat pitiful.
But he is a serial killer with blood on his hands. The players have all traveled through time, so they should be dutifully trying him.
Jian Zijin took a deep breath, faced the gazes, and told them all the stories related to her.
It turns out, it all really started with those two words: younger brother.
In 2000, Li Jinjun's younger brother lost his parents and brother overnight. He used the alias Jian Zijin and came to the school to seek revenge.
At the time, no one knew that security guard Ma Dazhuang, dormitory aunt Liu Cuihua, professor Chen Weida, Zhang Congming, and even Zhong Yun, who was suspected of being alive, were all his targets. These five people could also form the Five Elements Feng Shui Ritual. As long as he could determine whether Zhong Yun was human or not, the perfect revenge could be accomplished.
Having regained her former identity, Jian Zijin addressed everyone, saying, "You all investigated the case with me throughout, but you don't know that the corrupt officials in the Education Bureau who accepted bribes and the academic cliques who bullied students in the universities have long been exposed beyond repair."
"That's how the world is. Once those in power start killing people, the people in their hands are no longer human. They're as easy to slaughter as chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep. You might think that everyone in society is equal, but in reality, university will teach you what the hierarchy is."
Therefore, the most interesting game in the world was the moment he killed Zhang Congming. At that time, he looked at the ugly, fat pig-like appearance of the other party, and his face twisted a few times in the darkness, almost making him laugh out loud.
And then he actually laughed.
The more insane his laughter was while watching the corpse fall from the rooftop, the more disgusting his days in the mire were. Yet, he still turned his hands into weapons to curse his enemies to eternal damnation, and quietly returned to the others, pretending to be looking for Zhong Jungang who had just returned.
If it weren't for Zhong Jun, he wouldn't have shown mercy.
Jian Zijin said, "The school, in collusion with its backers, has resorted to any means to torment a few ordinary people because the Five Elements Sacrifice practice secretly established by this school is vile, feudal, and ignorant to the core. If I hadn't gathered evidence to plot their murder, there would have been a continuous stream of new victims every year. Dragging you all down this time is my selfishness and darkness. I will sacrifice my soul to this hellish school and become a demon along with it. This is the punishment I deserve..."
The five people present found this unbelievable.
How could such a heinous and horrific crime happen in the world?
But the truth has been revealed.
For them, the shock of having their values reshaped was particularly profound. More importantly, none of them wanted to expose the werewolf who was the last one in the mission.
Jian Zijin, the crazed and sorrowful younger brother and son behind this murder case, is the dagger carrying hatred and daring to take revenge.
At this point, Jian Zijin's confession appeared, and its content is roughly as follows:
Today is the Spring Festival of 2000, a cruelly cruel winter, and also the 100th day since my brother Li Jinjun died mysteriously at school and the court hearing for his compensation claim against the school began. In this daylight, I, a middle school student, have received one piece of bad news after another. First, my older brother had an accident, and then my farmer parents went to another place, only to have their bodies sent back.
Unbelievable, in this family of four, I, who was left behind in my hometown since childhood, became the sole survivor. My father, mother, and brother struggled to change their lives. I had always held the goal of protecting them from discrimination and bullying when I grew up. But when I saw the autopsy report from the police, I broke down. The sky seemed to collapse before my eyes because I saw my mother's blinded eyes and my father's battered body. I couldn't believe what terrible things they had gone through. Unfortunately, the whole world told me that it was because they lost control of their emotions after losing my brother that my parents were murdered.
I don't believe the development behind this matter is so simple, and I disagree with the statements of certain relevant departments.
I forced myself to memorize those faces because they had no idea what mistakes they had made or what sins they carried.
I also swear that I will investigate the cause of my brother's and parents' deaths. No matter where this case is at right now, I will bring it to light. Even if it costs me my life, I will pay for this debt with my blood.
The scene suddenly changed.
In court, the seventeen-year-old boy looked at the school officials. He was thin and frail in his school uniform, and his eyes were like those of a vengeful wolf.
Yang Xiaohong turned her back and forced herself to say, "Jian Zijin, do you think a vicious murderer will be let off so easily?"
The others, recovering from their shock, began to echo each other.
"right."
"Yes, we won't let you die... die so easily."
Jian Zijin lowered her head and asked.
"So what do you want to do with me?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Yang Xiaohong asked for everyone's opinion on behalf of everyone: "We need to make a choice together. Now, please put this Nokia phone on the ground, and please ask everyone behind me to abide by one principle: the law is the only way to punish evildoers. Let's all choose together and see what the result is?"
Others: "Okay!"
Jian Zijin looked at Yang Xiaohong.
"Little Red".
Yang Xiaohong raised her head. "Call me classmate. We are all your classmates."
"..."
Yang Xiaohong also said, "Zijin, you may not believe it, but we are not ordinary people either. There exists a power in this world that transcends ghosts and gods. It is this power that brought us into the cycle and allowed us to meet you."
“Because of your inspiration, five people have come to understand many things.” Yang Xiaohong approached and extended a hand. “Then we are friends. Yes, I have unilaterally decided that you are my friend, Jian Zijin. Let go of your past memories of this school. Today, congratulate yourself on becoming a college student with more possibilities in the future.”
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What time is it, Mr. Wolf?
3 o'clock
Under the system's witness, the result of defection was revealed.
Jane opened her eyes.
There were no players left in the open space in front of them.
The system told him, "Those five people collectively chose to release Jian Zijin, and now this is your side quest. They have added 15% to your storyline."
Jane Diedda: "..."
A few seconds later, Jian Dieda checked the extra script description for "College Students," which read:
The Yin Crown is not a curse of time, but a tool to help the unjustly wronged dead and the righteous living to meet in a way they could never have in this life.
The freshmen chose to keep the matter a secret, and tonight's events came to an end. Even the upperclassmen emerged from the thick fog to thank the freshmen.
The graduation bell rang at Chongli University.
This time it's a tribute to freedom.
Five people, three men and two women, made a blind selection. They witnessed countless wronged souls bidding farewell to their newborns in the underworld. The ghosts that no longer attacked anyone said, "You are the educated rising sun."
Instead of a caged bird with no tomorrow.
come on.
Junior! Junior!
come on
Perhaps Chinese education is an endless nightmare that is even more deeply ingrained in the bones of generations than Chinese terror.
But the inner turmoil in their lives has ended.
The greatness of humanity, the baseness of humanity—they chose not to live a life of ignominy and upheld their principles this time. They saved their dormitory leader and also became friends with him.
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Jian Dieda decided to continue looking for Zhong Jun.
He followed the Nokia phone to the power distribution room.
Little did they know they would almost fall into danger once again.
The school no longer exists.
The only things still out of control are the souls of the deceased.
Jiang Yanrui woke up.
Driven mad, he began chasing after Jane Dieda.
Jane was choked.
The monster opened its blood-red maw.
Exhausted, Jian Dieda hid behind the door. As his blood rushed back to his head, he simply closed his eyes and gave up resisting.
The next second, the footsteps of a third person approached from a distance.
A sharp knife pierced through.
The monster roared even louder.
Jian Dieda, who was holding the dagger firmly, quickly looked up. He had no idea that someone else would break down the door to shield him from the attack.
In the darkness of night, the series of perils continued unabated.
But even though Zhong Jun only showed half of his face, Jian Dieda already recognized him.
He called out to Zhong Yun loudly.
Zhong Jun nodded.
Immediately afterwards, the door panel shattered on the ground through a crack, revealing two bloodied faces from a fierce battle: one was a monster, and the other was Zhong Jun.
Zhong Yun: "My little one..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yanrui roared and barged in.
Jian Dieda immediately saw Zhong Yun using her back to protect herself.
This reminded Jian Dieda of the previous phone call, and his gaze fell on Zhong Jun's second injury to her brow. His lips turned a shade paler. "..."
After a long while, the junior student used all his strength to speak to the senior student.
“I’m here to kill you, Zhong Jun. Didn’t you hear the truth? I just want to get rid of you, the suspect, and those other people.”
"Tonight, all I feel is hatred."
Zhong Jun trembled upon hearing this. He didn't look up, but only glanced at Jian Xuedi out of the corner of his eye, the smile on his lips retaining its last trace of tenderness.
"But tonight, my heart is filled with love, Jian Zijin. I told you long ago that I recognized you. You know, when I was 20 years old, I saw the photo of your brother on the table. That night, when you talked to me about our parents, I immediately guessed what was going on."
Jane Dieda couldn't hide her emotions: "..."
Zhong Yun continued:
“Jian Zijin, you called me a coward last time.”
“But I’m not. Jian Zijing is the coward.”
"Zhong Jun just doesn't dare to admit that he likes you."
“Look at you, you don’t even dare to face your own heart. You clearly have the courage to come here to avenge your parents and brother, but you don’t dare to leave this nightmare.”
Neither of them could bring themselves to speak.
Death or life, it no longer matters.
They looked at each other as if they owned the whole world.
Jane said, "I understand."
"..."
Jian Dieda said through the door, "Zhong Jun, I'll take you away. As long as you're here, I'll do whatever you say."
The next second, Zhong Jun saw Jian, the junior, pick up an old classroom table behind her and smash it over Jiang Yanrui's head.
The evil creature screamed desperately.
Trapped, Jian Dieda desperately rushed out and pulled away Zhong Yun, who held differing views.
"Let's go together, okay?"
Zhong Jun suddenly stopped, his usually smiling fox-like eyes slightly reddening, but he didn't hesitate to run after Jian Dieda.
Years later, they will remember the thrill and excitement of this night. They ran into the darkness, and it was as if the curtain of a horror movie had just fallen, giving them a moment of clarity.
But they were too exhausted.
The back gate of the old campus is still on the other side of the distant mountains.
The crown rang, and Jian Dieda turned around, realizing it was too late. Behind them, crows, sucking people into the vortex of time, cackled and chased after them.
Zhong Yun nudged Jian Dieda toward the light, her voice growing softer, "My little one..." These were Zhong Yun's last words to him.
"The exit is where I'm not. Get out of the picture! Run! Run out of this school where I am!"
At this moment, Jian Dieda witnessed firsthand how all the grudges and conflicts that had occurred in this haunted school were condensed into a single page of a murder mystery game that could be viewed in the virtual world.
Everyone perished here. No one in Dorm 404 can leave this place anymore. The human sacrifice has chosen everyone. They have lost their dream of going to university. How could Zhong Jun possibly escape it?
He knew all along that the world behind the school gates was hell. He could have united all the evil spirits to imprison Jian Zijin and make her stay to be his wife, through life and death.
But was this brief romance truly what he desired?
Zhong Yun waved his hand, his long hair covering his nose, and his fragile tears fell like broken pearls. He ultimately chose to stay, all because they were destined to be apart in this life.
“Jian Zijin, I am trapped in a cage and cannot protect myself, but I hope to save you.”
“I have always been a coward. As a child, I was afraid of the dark, and as an adult, I am afraid of death. Blood terrifies me, and I cannot imagine that I am no longer in this world. Not to mention, I have fallen in love with you as a ghost.”
Goodbye, junior.
What we can't reach is called the distant place; what we can't return to is called our hometown.
Am I a vengeful ghost trapped in the wall, or a soul who was bullied to death?
I can't tell the difference.
Zhong Yun told Jian Dieda, "Just like the ending of 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' after Ning Caichen defeated the Black Mountain Demon, he personally sent his Xiaoqian away. You should also take my ashes and find me a good family to be reincarnated into."
After doing all this, Zhong Jun turned around and walked back to Chongli University, where he disappeared.
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The old policeman and the young policeman woke up.
The master and apprentice, who were under the influence of the plants, had no idea what had happened the night before, but the collective disappearance of the freshmen and the mess in the public teaching building attracted outside attention.
The next day, police cars and fire trucks arrived to search the mountain, identify the scene, and set up barricades.
After a thorough investigation, the police immediately arrested all school leaders involved in the case, except for Zhang Congming.
The actions of Chongli University's administrative office and corporate sponsors who used live people to commit illegal acts will be severely punished by law.
People are saying the same old truth: justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent.
That day, only Jane Dieda woke up.
Upon arriving at the original 404, the first thing he did was smash the wall open with a sledgehammer.
After a moment of unease he didn't want to admit, a scene of death appeared inside the wall that was not only not terrifying, but also full of Zen-like tranquility.
Zhong Yun's corpse, or rather, the skeleton that had long since left this world, had its long hair loose, one hand supporting its head and the other touching its leg, recreating the scene of Buddha's death and rebirth, and his passing into the cycle of reincarnation.
Blood seeped through the curtain, and before Jane's eyes was a fantasy of red lotus flowers. He blinked hard, and the person who had once kissed him turned into a rotting, bone-revealing ghost face. The truth that his lover had been dead for many years was still blurry to him.
Zhong Jun... The boy in the yellow jacket rushed towards the remains of his beloved senior, hugging him and telling him to wake up, while tears kept falling from his emotionless eyes.
Zhong Jun.
Listen, White Bone.
Zhong Yun, it's me. I've come to find you. I am Zi Jin... Jian Zi Jin, the one whose name is "Green are your robes, long is my longing."
Even those who have been dead for a long time still don't understand; their sunken eye sockets and smiling lip lines are like those of someone peacefully asleep.
Jian Zijin began to tremble.
I need you to answer me.
No one answered, and Jian Zijin stood there stubbornly, refusing to leave.
How old are you exactly?
"20 years old."
"..."
“I’m not pretending to be young. I’m different from you. I’m not 20 years old right now, I’m forever stuck at 20.”
Because that person was murdered when he was 20, he was able to be only 20 years old, just like 'Jian Zijin'. At 20, Zhong Yun was dazzling, every path in life unfolded for him, and the whole world loved him.
The screams from the crowd were deafening. Everyone gasped in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. Then, the 20-year-old boy in the yellow shirt let out a scream as if his bones were breaking. Just then, the police arrived. Clinging to the wall, he couldn't bear to let go of the skeleton. He felt as if his head and body weighed a ton, his hands glued to the skeletal frame. The sirens blared all around, and the noise of the officers rushing in and dragging him away was deafening. Covering his ears, he felt a constant buzzing in them. The next second, he felt dizzy and collapsed.
Jian Zijing's fractured skull, along with the blood from the impact, stained the ground red. She shouted loudly and lost control at everyone. This time, no one in the world could come over and kiss the red lotus on Jian Zijing's back, a symbol of revenge. Zhong Jun could no longer be her support, much less protect Jian Zijing. This was an answer he had already given.
The most tragic scene in this case unfolded vividly: the last skeleton found in the 404 dormitory murder case seemed to move.
He seemed to have been freed, but upon awakening within this rainbow-colored halo, the tragically deceased skeleton buried deep within the wall gently fell towards his beloved.
Jian Zijin cherished their last meeting, covering his face with his arm, unable to stop crying. As the taller skeleton fell down and embraced him, it seemed to be gently whispering in his ear, "My little one."
Don't cry, little one.
It's okay. You finally came and rescued me from this hell with your own hands. You've done a great job.
But I... I really can't answer you anymore, so let's go together, and you can take me back to my hometown like this.
At this moment, having understood the words of the skeleton, the true culprit in the story also recalled a sentence he had read in a book long ago.
I used to be afraid of graves on the mountain and ghosts buried in the wild, but I'm not afraid anymore, because every ghost you're afraid of is someone someone longs for but can't meet.
A man can paint a human skin, but not a heart. The one who was lucky enough to obtain a human skin is long dead. The so-called love that a murderer encountered was only superficial. A lonely ghost trapped in the school for eternity has already left.
Only then did he realize that he had never seen the real Zhong Yun. He didn't know that this love had been extinguished at their first meeting, nor did he know that the death of another person would bring him a new life.
Jian Zijin made a decision.
He wants to stay at Chongli University.
...
The story continues.
I don't know how much time passed.
The five members of the Chongli University group have all achieved the completion of the storyline in Act 4, except for Jian Zijin, who is still in the dungeon.
Sometimes, Jane Dieda forgets whether he is a player or a native character of this world.
Back then, two hours at school were equivalent to one hour outside, and two days outside were equivalent to one day outside.
Now, isn't he also using two lifetimes to complete a process of forgetting?
He probably won't forget his senior even after leaving this instance.
A certain tremor deep within their souls seemed to be saying that they should have been together.
Those superstitious old customs say that the clothes of the deceased should not be kept and should be buried with the ashes so that the deceased can rest in peace. However, Jian Zijin always kept the sweatshirt and jeans that Zhong Yun gave him.
He would repeatedly take it out and stroke it at midnight. The junior student, Jian, was drowning in misery due to bone pain, but he had forgotten how to cry. Only the smell of incense ash on it was evidence that Zhong Yun had already passed away.
Summer has been over for a long time now.
So long that the cicadas have stopped chirping, the leaves have turned yellow, and the lover's photograph has turned gray, yet the love still causes indescribable pain every night.
Zhong Jun, did you hear that? How about this, why don't you come and pick me up with me? Okay?
I graduated this year and am currently doing an internship. But my seniors haven't graduated yet.
I decided to go find him. Two years, five years, eight years, twelve years. The person I was destined to never meet in this life is gone. I am still here, waiting for the wind, and also waiting for you.
Having gone through the process of applying for graduate school, I will still remember the senior who drove me back to my dorm to sleep on a rainy day.
Let's go to the mountains together, where the mountains are high and the sea is vast, allowing a ghost or a person to stretch out freely. Let's go there to realize true Chinese education.
Because the way to break free from nightmares is to tell those children who are still studying hard that studying hard is not about memorizing books, but about hoping to have wings to take flight, bright eyes, and the opportunity to see a wider world on their own.
Ten days later, Jian Zijin took Zhong Yun's urn to the hometown described in her senior's diary.
My senior once said that wherever I cannot go, as long as you go for me, when we climb to a high place, when we gaze at the sea, when the wind blows past you, I can feel at peace and happy with you.
The junior then came to the senior's home, where he busied himself preparing to teach in Shiniu Village, Zhong Jun's hometown.
People started calling him Teacher Jane.
Five years later, a disgusting case occurred at his school, in which a female student was sexually assaulted by an old man from the village.
Upon learning of this, Ms. Jian personally took the mentally challenged girl to the police station.
But he knew that the punishment for evildoers should not be limited to this.
In the dead of night, Mr. Jian picked up a knife at home, intending to punish the wicked in his own way once again.
Just then, a comb fell off an old, dusty object in the house.
That's when he found out.
That night, the old beast in the village was already dead. After the dead man's skin was lost, a kind ghost who helped punish the villain also came to Teacher Jian's house.
Under the lamplight, the painted-skin ghost put on a new mask and revealed his human form to find his teacher, Ms. Jian.
The handsome male ghost knelt before Teacher Jian, whose eyes, reflecting his face like a mirror, suddenly turned red.
The two looked at each other, the bright moon and the bed curtains bearing witness, and a mirror standing behind the old-fashioned bed.
Then, Zhong Yun, who finally smiled in the mirror, also gradually reddened her eyes.
Zhong Yun couldn't shed his human skin, nor did he want to cry in front of his young wife tonight. Zhong Yun decided to smile. He wiped away Jian Dieda's tears and smiled faintly at him: "My little one, look, I'm back."
Jian Zijin, “…”
Seeing that Jian Dieda was sniffling and his voice was probably too hoarse to speak, Zhong Yun set an example by lowering his head and saying, "I love you, Jian Zijin. This time, no matter if we are separated by life and death, I will not reincarnate. Let's stay together like this for the rest of our lives."
In order to wait for those words, one person had been lost in the small village for a long time. At that moment, there was a thud, and the plastic bag and lesson plan in Jian Dieda's hand fell to the ground.
The male demon came over and asked the little teacher for a hug.
Zhong Yun's rich emotions and desires, along with the perfectly placed allure in her eyebrows, made one's mind feel as if it were floating on air.
He possessed a light and shadow that could make Jian Zijin's dark heart yearn for love.
Two figures, lost in a frenzy of passion, torn men's clothes becoming a potent aphrodisiac, two tongues of different temperatures kissing joyfully. They rolled their frenzied bodies onto the creaking bed, then embraced and gnawed passionately until the roosters crowed and the dogs barked incessantly.
At midnight, amidst the chaos, a person and a ghost, who had been living in a foggy, huddled together and woke up.
With no light from any side, the lingering fragrance of their wedding night was exquisitely beautiful and intoxicating. The two, kissing tenderly, were like mud living in a quagmire, muddy and confused. Jian Dieda held an urn half-covered in ashes in one hand, while Zhong Jun kissed him intimately from behind. The coat on his body was draped over him by the resurrected male ghost.
A damp and eerie scent of incense enveloped Teacher Jian, whose shoulders felt as if they were being lovingly moistened by a ghost. No wonder he'd been so easily agitated lately; it turned out his ghost senior was still around.
If you ask Mr. Jian to describe the feeling of regaining what he lost, he doesn't feel the cold, eerie fear of ghosts that comes with being a protagonist in a horror movie. Instead, he feels extremely at ease. The reason why the 25-year-old is willing to wait for his ghost senior is this sense of reliance.
After that, 15% of the story came to an end.
In the story, they build a house, renovate it, get married, and buy furniture.
They also decided to hold a wedding ceremony in Shiniushan Village.
Before the ceremony, Zhong Jun told Jian Zijin, "Don't be nervous. We'll get married quietly at night. The villagers won't find out. I want to give you a home."
Jane Dieda sat on the wedding bed, trying to blink, but it didn't work, because perhaps the four seasons of his life had finally brought hope.
After a long while, the male masked man pushed open the door.
The chicken coop outside stirred, and the lantern with the character "奠" (meaning "memorial") at the entrance of the rural primary school was left with bright red candle wax. The light shone on Zhong Jun's memorial tablet and the coffin in the bright red mourning hall.
Inside the cypress coffin chosen for her senior, Teacher Jian's face gradually turned bright red, her lips parched with thirst. Senior Zhong, possessing the paper figure and covering his wife with his soul, was also losing control of his desires.
After the couple spent a blissful night together, the men in the mourning hall performed a ceremony for their simple wedding night.
Amidst the swirling incense smoke as they paid homage to their ancestors, the male ghost and the village teacher received a red marriage certificate that was forbidden to them by the world. Zhong Yun and Jian Zijin were destined to be a true couple for life.
That night, Senior Zhong and his junior watched the stars all night. The newlywed couple didn't even use a TV. They didn't say a word to each other at night, just being all lovey-dovey.
In the blink of an eye, it's been quite a few years.
Professor Jian and his old urn celebrated their golden wedding anniversary.
One day, after lunch, the sky cleared up.
Zhong Yun was afraid of light, so she rested in an urn containing her ashes.
While tidying up the household, Professor Jian discovered a secret about a man in disguise. It turned out that since the day they arrived at this Hope Primary School to start their new life, Zhong Yun had been writing love letters to record their every moment. He folded the letters and locked them in a box, and coincidentally, Professor Jian could guess the password.
The first two letters are the initials of his name, but not Jian Zijin; they are his youngest son.
"Yao'er" is what older generations in Sichuan and Chongqing call their children; it's equivalent to calling him "Baobao." Zhong Jun often calls him "Baobao" in his hometown dialect. The following is his birth date.
He never imagined that he, at such a young age, would be called "baby." That day, Professor Jian had the idea of celebrating his wedding anniversary with his wife. He and his senior had started their romance on campus, and looking back on his life, he had only one regret.
The problem that once drove him to despair has returned to the two of them. Back then, Zhong Yun had already died, and he couldn't bear to part with her. But if he were to leave this time, Zhong Yun's decision to forgo reincarnation would leave him to wait for him in the mortal world for eternity. Perhaps they only have this one life together.
Fortunately, neither of them regretted it. In their eyes, love was never a panacea or excuse for salvation, but rather a glimpse of sunshine that could be seen after opening a hidden compartment in self-salvation.
When they were young, they loved themselves more. They believed that the love of others should not be a lifeline, but rather that loving themselves was the medicine that would stop them from jumping off a cliff.
Ultimately, they loved each other more than their own lives.
Two years later, Ms. Jian was diagnosed with autoimmune dementia.
Suffering from Alzheimer's, he took the wrong turn, but he still said, "Senior, I am Zijing."
One day, the old teacher suddenly woke up and found that he didn't have as much strength as before.
He knew that Zhong Yun had gone out to pick flowers for him again.
The elderly Ms. Jian squinted and muttered to herself, "This time, I'm leaving first. Take good care of yourself."
When he returned, the old man was already gone. The man in disguise saw his junior's belongings. The suicide note was addressed to someone he loved.
It was a gold band ring.
The ghost kissed the corpse's knuckles, sucked on the fingers, and licked the fingertips.
Teacher Jian, who dedicated her life to nurturing countless students, has passed away.
The students who left the mountain village took him as a role model. They always remembered the professor's teachings: to study for the rise of China and to be responsible to the country, society and family.
Chongli University, her alma mater, erected a monument in her honor, inscribed with the words: "Teachers are like light, reaching far from the small. Farewell to the people's teacher, Jian Zijin, may you have a safe journey."
The system emitted a cold beep from the void, announcing that the case progress of "University Student" was 99%, and the portal opened precisely on time. After an unknown amount of time, a portrait resembling human skin floated by the Bridge of Helplessness. Initially, the painting featured the blank spaces characteristic of traditional Chinese landscape painting, but a few drops of ink splashed and blurred, creating a vibrant and colorful Peking Opera curtain. The performer in the painting lightly flicked his sleeves, and a melodious operatic voice began to sing to the audience.
Life is like a dream, filled with gatherings and partings.
The Buddha said that there are eight kinds of suffering in humans.
"In the summer of 2002, I met a good man and was very happy. I wanted to meet him, but he was tired and wanted to leave. I asked him to stay, but he was resolute. I regret it."
At this point, all parties had finished their performances.
Much later still.
[Ding! A new testimony card has dropped.]
[You have an unopened email from Whistleblower No. 2, Zhong Yun, to your inbox.]
"Zi Jin".
"The third time, you must wait for me to come back and take you home."
—A gift from a senior to a junior, dated September 10, 2002.
"Love is not the opposite of hate."
"It is the gentlest treatment for hatred."
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The author says: "Love is not the opposite of hate."
"It is the gentlest treatment for hatred."
End of Unit 2~
And then I want to tell everyone that the editor notified me that it has to be a paid chapter. Because of my personal reasons, I exceeded the word limit by too much this time, so the first 20 chapters will be paid chapters. It will be available for purchase tomorrow night. All content will be free. I also want to promise my darlings who will continue to support me in the future. This story was written slowly, but I will never be careless. I will work hard. (Nods and clenches fist)
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