Nan Yu was tired and asked Song Chu to take him back to China.
After arriving at a mountain and staying in a temple for a month, Fu Jinchuan finally found them. Although he had been chasing after them, it was their first meeting in a year. Fu Jinchuan was so excited that his face turned red, and he called out affectionately, "Guoguo."
Nan Yu recommended a master to him.
Sometimes metaphysics is hard to explain. Guoguo seems to still be here, yet he also seems to be gone. Perhaps his soul has never been reincarnated. I hope the master can help Fu Jinchuan.
He was always chasing after them, which gave Song Chu a kind of stress reaction.
The three of them stayed in the temple for two months.
Temples are off-limits for sexual activity.
Song Chu and Nan Yu also have to sleep separately.
Every day, surrounded by the scent of sandalwood, the sound of the wooden fish, and the morning lessons, everyone gradually calmed down. Song Chu could not be hugged at night, but during the day, they held hands and wouldn't let go. Fu Jinchuan could only watch with a broken heart.
It's his fault for losing Guoguo.
The master advised him to let go of his obsession and look forward.
Fu Jinchuan understands everything, but he just can't get over his own mental hurdle. If Song Chu and Nan Yu had been a couple from the beginning, he might have been able to let it go. But he married her, and for a fake, she hurt and humiliated him. Even if Guo Guo says she doesn't care, he will still struggle with himself.
He can't get over it, no matter what he says, he can't get over it.
He trapped himself in a world of self-imposed confinement.
Fu Jinchuan looked at Nan Yu with extreme caution, afraid that he might say something wrong or do something wrong and upset her, causing her to ignore him again.
His attempts to curry favor were morbid, like something a madman would do.
Nan Yu: "Have you figured it out?"
Fu Jinchuan: "I love you."
Nan Yu: "..."
Song Chu grabbed Fu Jinchuan by the collar, his eyes dark and his neck veins bulging with anger. "He's my wife! Mine! Who do you think you are?"
Fu Jinchuan didn't want to confront Song Chu. Even though he was being grabbed by the collar, he didn't care. His eyes were always fixed on Nan Yu, staring intently at every inch of his bones.
Song Chu pushed the person out, and Nan Yu went to break up the fight:
"Don't fight in the temple. Let's talk first. If we can't talk it out, we'll leave. If we can, he won't bother us anymore."
Every time Fu Jinchuan heard Nan Yu say that he found her annoying, his heart ached uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only close it helplessly.
The group sat back down at the table. Song Chu was still agitated, so Nan Yu pulled his hand and held it. Some people felt better, while others felt a soreness in their eyes. Everyone calmed down for a few minutes.
Nan Yu: "Have you ever heard that love is letting go?"
Fu Jinchuan: "Never heard of it."
Nan Yu: "Now you've heard that. If you think it's true love, then let go, live your own life, and don't bother me and my husband."
Every word was like a merciless blade stabbing into the man's chest, causing him to gasp for breath, his arms to tremble, and his hands to shake violently. It seemed he was about to cry again. As an observer, one might feel sorry for him.
Nan Yu felt extremely uncomfortable, being harassed by a madman who wouldn't listen to her, which made her feel suffocated.
"If love means letting go, why doesn't he let go?"
It points to the Song and Chu states.
Song Chu had never seen anyone turn the tables on someone before.
He licked his lips and laughed in exasperation.
"Who do you think you are? We love each other, our families bless us, who do you think you are?"
Fu Jinchuan's face hardened the moment he met Song Chu's gaze: "Guoguo and I love each other, and with Grandpa's blessing, we are the perfect match!"
Nan Yu: "You said it yourself, you and Guo Guo love each other. My name is Nan Yu, Fu Jinchuan. Face reality."
Even if Song Chu hits or scolds him, he can't hurt him in the slightest. But Nan Yu's words can make him lose half his blood.
The man remained silent for a long time, then shifted his gaze from Nan Yu to a cup of tea in front of him, murmuring, "If I die, can Guo Guo forgive me?"
“Grandpa Fu is very good to me. I don’t want him to outlive his child. You always say you love Guoguo, but you keep apologizing. Sometimes I really doubt whether you love her.”
Fu Jinchuan looked up, his eyes red.
"I'm not mistaken, you are Guoguo."
“You don’t love him, you only love the him in your memory. Bai Cheng took the jade pendant and mistook him for someone else. I don’t know how you found out about me, but! Fu Jinchuan, I am not your Guoguo. I’ve said this many times. If you don’t believe me, I can only tell you that you’ve made a mistake. You only recognize objects and evidence, not feelings.”
"Think about it carefully. What kind of person is your Guoguo? You've apologized twice. Do you know how heartbroken your Guoguo is?"
Fu Jinchuan may or may not have listened, but Song Chu did.
Something feels off.
Panicked, he hurriedly pulled her to a secluded spot, gripped the lamp wick at her shoulders, his brow furrowed, and stared intently at his wife, his heart pounding. He asked:
"Baby, can you tell me the truth?"
Nan Yu: "Hmm?"
"What did you mean by that? It didn't sound like you were telling him to give up. You're not really... him, are you?"
Nan Yu scratched his cheek, as if he couldn't say anything. He didn't say a word, but his expression said it all. Deng Xin pouted and raised his eyebrows, and Song Chu understood what he meant.
I've heard of something called possession.
I've never seen this before.
Now I'm a little scared when I see it. I'm afraid that one day the lamp wick will be possessed again. This thing is different from schizophrenia. One is a scientific disease, and the other is a supernatural existence.
Will you always be there?
Song Chu asked uncertainly.
Sensing Song Chu's unease, Deng Xin hugged the man tightly, resting her head on his shoulder and patting his back to comfort him. "I will. Guo Guo has become an angel. I am Nan Yu. Nan Yu will always be with Song Chu until the end of my life."
Song Chu's eyes reddened, and he hugged his wife tightly.
Fu Jinchuan, who was hiding in the corner, slowly slid down to his squat. Tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting his clothes and the soil. It wasn't Guoguo.
Fu Jinchuan naturally didn't believe such absurd things.
He only felt that he had done too many wrong things, hurt Guoguo's feelings, and that this entanglement had lasted for so long. It seemed that the Guoguo who loved him had really disappeared.
He now belongs to Song and Chu.
It belongs to someone else.
Fu Jinchuan's heart was truly aching. He broke down countless times, but he desperately tried to mend himself. Guoguo didn't want him to bother her. Should he really not bother them anymore?
I've caused Guoguo trouble...
Until late at night.
Fu Jinchuan may have figured it out, or he may not have, but he left.
I returned to Kyoto.
It's good that Guoguo is alive, it's good that she's alive.
That was the only way he could console himself.
When the night is deep and quiet, it is the loneliest time for Fu Jinchuan. He is afraid of the coming of darkness, so he can only stay up late at the company and work overtime. He really doesn't bother Nan Yu and the others anymore.
Once discovered, there's no need to hide or conceal it.
Nan Yu would fly back to see the old man from time to time. Fu Jinchuan knew this and wanted to go, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that his presence would make Guo Guo feel uncomfortable. He suppressed his longing and drank heavily to dream about her.
Fu Jinchuan never remarried in his entire life.
Guoguo silently stayed by his side.
He said it was atonement.
Nan Yu didn't understand.
From his perspective, Fu Jinchuan was both ruthless and deeply affectionate.
Who does he actually love?
Fortunately, the couple had a smooth life.
(over)
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