Chapter 71: The Wound of Yu Jian

  The female ghost's eyebrows wrinkled and she nodded slightly.

  "How did it become like this?" I asked curiously.

  The female ghost hesitated for a long time and did not speak.

  "If you have something difficult to say, then don't say it."

  "No, actually I am a wandering woman." The female ghost said with her head down.

  A woman of the wind and dust? Could it be a prostitute? I was somewhat shocked in my heart.

  "I'm not a prostitute, I sell art, not my body." The female ghost explained hastily seeing the shock in my eyes.

  "Cold cicada's shrill cry, facing the distant pavilion at dusk, sudden rain has just stopped. The capital city's gates are closed, no threads of connection remain, yet I linger in longing. The orchid boat hastens to depart. Holding hands, we gaze into each other's tearful eyes, but words are stuck in our throats. Thinking of the distant departure, a thousand miles of misty waves, the evening haze sinks deeply over the vast Chu sky."

  The sentimental are anciently hurt by parting, how can they bear the desolation of a clear autumn festival! Where will I wake up from my wine tonight? The Yangtze River bank, the remaining moon in the dawn wind. From now on, it should be a good day and a beautiful scene set in vain. Even if there are thousands of emotions, who can I tell them to! Only saw half a sorrow in the eyes of the female ghost.

  "Is it from Liu Yong's 'Rainy Bell Ringing'?" The female ghost asked in verse.

  The female ghost nodded slightly.

  This poem was learned in high school and deeply remembered that this poem was written by Liu Yong for a prostitute. Also remember another poem "Butterfly Love Flower" is also the case.

  As if drunk with a carefree picture, treating wine as a song, forced joy is still tasteless. The belt gradually widens and never regrets, for her, one becomes haggard and worn out.

  This is the romantic and elegant style of Liu Yong. It's said that on the day of his death, there was no money left in his household, so a group of courtesans collectively raised funds to bury him; "Every year on his birthday, they would go to his tomb and hold a memorial ceremony for him, known as 'Mourning Liu Seven'." Even every time during the Qingming Festival, courtesans and poets would bring wine and food, drink by Liu Yong's grave, and call it "Liu Yong Memorial Gathering".

  "Yue Lin, are you willing to let me see your past life?" "I remembered that the Yin Yang eyes can see her past life."

  "Since I'm already dead in spirit, what's there to fear from a glance?" Yue Lian let out a bitter laugh filled with countless sorrows.

  My pupils turned red.

  This is a desolate and uninhabited long street, which seems to have experienced war and turmoil. The wind blows through the dusty smoke, and red lanterns are scattered all over the place. A red building with a festive signboard appeared in front of me - "Yongyin Building". In the midst of desolation, I heard the sound of singing coming from the red building.

  Years have passed since then, and it should be a good day with beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of emotions, who can I share them with?

  This is exactly Liu Yong's Yu Ling Long.

  "Yue Lian, hurry up and leave, war is approaching, are you still waiting for him?" This was a voice from an elderly person, in sight were an old woman and a young beautiful girl, the young girl was Yue Lian.

  Yuè Lìn wore a cheongsam of the Republic era and sat in front of an ancient zither, slightly furrowing her brow.

  "Mom, he said he would come and take me away." Yu Rong was still sitting in front of the piano without any movement.

  "Foolish girl, don't be foolish anymore. You've waited for him for five years now. In these times of war, he must have forgotten you already. Don't wait any longer, come with me!" The old woman said with a sigh.

  "He won't, he said he'd definitely come." Tears fell from Yu Rong's eyes onto her cheeks.

  "Alas, Yue Lin, we must be off. Take care of yourself!" With that, the old woman led a group of girls out of the Yinyun Building.

  Yue Lin herself set a fire and burned herself to death on the top of the Yinyun Building, still singing this sad song in the flames.

  I blinked rapidly.

  "Are you still waiting for him?" I asked with a frown.

  "Who's waiting for him? I hate him, I'd rather kill him." Moon Lian shouted while crying loudly.

  "Why do you still want to maintain your beauty after all these years? Are you afraid that one day he'll come and see your ugly side? Even if you know that after all these years, it's impossible for him to come now, since he didn't show up back then, he definitely won't appear now."

  "I." My continuous questions made her somewhat at a loss, unsure of how to respond.

  "Don't wait anymore, I'll help you with the ritual for reincarnation!"; "I feel sorry for her."

  "I beg of you, don't, I must see him, I won't swallow this breath." The female ghost's eyes were filled with hatred.

  "But do you know where he went? Maybe he's been reincarnated and become a new person."

  Even if there's a one in ten million chance, I want to see him, I want to ask him why he didn't come looking for me. The female ghost's eyes were empty, her voice was cold and hopeless.

  "Tell me about him, maybe my master has a way."

  I suddenly wanted to help her, not because I felt sorry for her, but because I admired her devotion. Although the resentment of so many years had turned her into an evil spirit, she still hadn't forgotten the one in her heart. What seemed like hatred was actually love that had penetrated to her bones.

  "He was a Nationalist Party army officer, named Huang Chen Yu. We met at the Yong Yin Building, where I played a piece by Liu Yong's 'Rainy Bell' on the upper floor, and he was below, listening. After finishing, he asked to meet me, and we had a delightful conversation that night, hitting it off immediately. We became close friends, often meeting at sunset or under the moonlight to discuss things. He would tell me about national affairs, and I would share with him my knowledge of ancient music. One day, after losing a battle, he came back to see me, and we drank together all night. He said he liked me, but I thought he was just drunk. Then, he hugged me - it was the first time he had ever hugged me."

  I also liked him, I gave my first time to him. After waking up, he was very regretful, he said he would take responsibility, what he said last night was true, he promised that one day he would take me away, from then on he treated me better and better, so good that every day I thought tomorrow would be the day he would take me away, I looked forward to it, every day of the year he came to see me, never stopping, until one day I waited for a second day, but he still didn't come. I thought he must have been busy and had no time to come, but two days, three days, a week, a month, a year passed and he still didn't come, not even after I died. Tears welled up in Yue Lian's eyes again.

  "It's been years since then, and it should be a good time to set up. Even if there are thousands of emotions, who can I tell? Don't you think this sentence is similar to my mood? So many years have passed, it should be a beautiful scene, even if I am beautiful now, who can I find to talk to?"

  "If you had another chance to choose, would you still wait for him?"

  "I will!" Yue Lin replied without hesitation.

  At that time, I understood a truth: "In life, you will miss some love that you thought would last until old age. If you are willing to wait, it means you still love; if you don't want to wait, it doesn't mean you don't love. Maybe you just don't want to be disappointed and continue looking for someone who won't disappoint you. Those who wait are precious, but those who don't wait are not shameful either - it's just a different choice."

  "Life is like a play, whoever leaves the theater first, their play is over. You're just an actor who doesn't want to leave, and in the end, you'll be left with nothing. But the premise is whether you love acting or love another lead role. If you love acting, you can act for a lifetime; if you love someone else, you must go find them." I don't know how I came up with this passage, but it's what I most want to say right now.

  "You go! You're right." I said to Yuè Jiàn.

  "I understand, maybe my play is over, it's time to disperse, I want to leave and forget, start anew. Help me reincarnate!" Moonlight smiled.

  "Have you really made up your mind? You're really not going to wait for him anymore?"

  "Really, I shouldn't be stuck in a rut. Why do I have to wait for him while I can take the initiative to find him? I believe our distant past hasn't disappeared, and I'll go look for him again in my next life." Yue Lian seemed to have made up her mind.

  "Alright, I'll help you."

  I took out a cigarette and lit it in front of her.

  "Wait a minute, I have something to ask of you. Help me deliver this letter to one of my sisters, her name is Guan Xingyue, you can find her in Jiangnan Luohua Lane, just look for the umbrella in the lane and you'll find her." This was a wish that Yue Lian had asked me to fulfill.

  "And if you meet him, whether he's still alive or has become a ghost like me, please tell him that the girl named Yuè Lìn never regretted it." Yuè Lìn's soul floated up into the sky and gradually disappeared into the distance.

  Jiangnan fallen flower lane? Please sweep Jiangnan fallen flowers for me, how familiar is this poem.

  Isn't this the last sentence left by Master Bo's woman? Does the person I'm looking for have a relationship with Master Bo's woman? I had doubts in my heart.

  But what I feel most deeply in my heart is about love, this steadfast love that deserves people's admiration. And my greatest happiness is having a good girl to accompany me, a good father to raise me, and a good teacher to guide me. Suddenly, I miss Lin Mo very much, and I plan to go see her after I get off work tonight.

  This night slept exceptionally well, and there was no smell of haze. Only remembered vaguely that a scene appeared in the dream: Yue Lian and Huang Chenyu met again.

  Who's making such a ruckus outside so early? I'm baffled, it's not even 7 o'clock yet, the whole teaching building is like a boiling pot, if this goes on, the floorboards won't be able to withstand it. Upon careful thought, it turns out that school has officially started its holiday, and students are so excited they can't sleep, getting up early to pack their bags and head home.

  "What's all the yelling about?" I couldn't help but bellow in anger.

  The sound was much smaller and hadn't lasted half a minute when the constant thudding noise started again.

  I used all my might to cover my ears with a pillow, but I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried.

  Beep... My phone rang, and I saw that it was Lin Mo calling.

  "Yang Guo! How long has it been since you last came to see your old mother? Your old mother is almost suffocating here, and you still don't hurry up and take Ben Gong out for some fun?" A very dissatisfied voice came from Lin Miao's ears.

  "Alright, Your Majesty, I'm coming right away."

  "Don't call him little, call him slave."

  "I'm at your service." I said in a strange and affected tone, imitating a woman's voice.

  "This is barely acceptable, you must arrive before 9:00 am." After finishing speaking, Lin Mo hung up the phone.

  I took a look at the time and it was already 7 o'clock, only two hours away from 9 o'clock. I jumped out of bed like a carp, hastily washed up and rushed out.

  "Damn it, I forgot to bring money." I only realized this serious problem after leaving the school gate. There's not a single penny on me, how can I take a ride? This will definitely make me late!

  I quickly gave Lin Mo a call.

  "Yang Guo, how come you haven't arrived yet? You only have forty minutes left."

  "Listen, I'll explain, I forgot to bring money and can't take a ride!"

  "I don't care, if you're not on time, I won't bother with you anymore." Bang, the phone was hung up again.

  "My ancestor grandma! What's going on with me?" I muttered to myself.

  Damn it, I'll just run over and consider it exercise, I steeled myself as I looked at the road ahead.

  "Hey, Yang Guo, where are you going? I'll take you there." A voice came over at this time.