Chapter 114: Chapter 114: The Ancestor Said to Make Him Something Delicious
Qiang Hongtao and Zhang Meijuan looked at each other, both were no fools, and could tell that they were buying time for themselves.
The couple didn’t have much time left; they couldn’t afford to waste any of it.
It seemed that only after losing something did people realize how fleeting time was. Wishing to go back, to take it slow, but by then it was already too late.
Jiangli returned to the side hall, brought out the Vermilion Writing Brush and Talisman Paper, and truly started drawing talismans.
Xia Xin, with Shuaishuai in tow, first brewed a pot of tea. As he entered the side hall carrying the teapot, Jiangli had already finished drawing seven or eight talismans.
He knew the ancestor was extremely fast at drawing talismans.
“Ancestor, would you like some tea?” Xia Xin asked, holding the teapot. He walked over to Jiangli, poured her a cup of tea, and sat down with Shuaishuai.
Today, Shuaishuai was exceptionally well-behaved, sitting quietly without much movement.
Jiangli glanced at him and then asked Xia Xin, “Was it smooth bringing him home?”
Xia Xin touched the top of Shuaishuai’s head, “Yes, it went quite smoothly. It’s just that when we went there, Xu Yang and his wife hadn’t returned from the police station yet.”
It was after Xia Xin made the phone call that Xu Yang and Liu Rongrong hurried back home.
Xia Xin held Jiangli’s Talisman for them to meet again.
Perhaps the sight of their child’s body was too shocking.
Upon seeing Shuaishuai, Liu Rongrong nearly fainted from crying, clinging to Shuaishuai and refusing to let go.
Xu Yang stood by, continuously wiping his swollen, red eyes.
Xia Xin felt quite emotional upon witnessing the scene.
But in the end, they had to be forcibly separated.
The living and the dead walk different paths.
Some things couldn’t be stopped.
“Now that you’ve seen them, your lingering attachment should be resolved,” Jiangli said upon hearing this, her gaze resting on Shuaishuai, “Tonight, at a suitable time, I will send both you and Qiang Hongtao on your way.”
Shuaishuai blinked, a flicker of light appearing in his lost eyes.
He looked at Jiangli and asked in a tender voice, “Can I see my mom and dad again in the future?”
Jiangli paused with her brush in hand, “You’re already dead, you won’t see them again. But you will also forget them, and then you won’t be sad anymore. Do you understand?”
“Dead…” Shuaishuai uttered softly, his voice becoming more sorrowful, “Why did I die? I’m still so young…”
When Liu Rongrong held him, she kept saying, ‘My Shuaishuai is so young, why does he have to go through this?’
Neither Liu Rongrong nor Shuaishuai understood why.
“Everyone has their own fate, and no two fates are the same. It’s very normal,” Jiangli put down the brush, gently touched Shuaishuai’s face, “But you’ll forget them, and when you do, you won’t be sad anymore. You’ll live on just fine, understand?”
Shuaishuai shook his head, “No, I don’t want to forget my mom and dad…”
Jiangli felt a bit helpless.
Forgetting or remembering isn’t for an individual to choose.
What can one remember after a bowl of Spicy Soup?
But there’s no need to explain this to a child.
He wouldn’t understand it anyway.
Jiangli only said, “Do you remember what you promised me before you visited your mom and dad?”
Shuaishuai hung his head low, “I remember…”
“Good,” Jiangli continued, “I told you, just one meeting. And you promised. Tonight, I will send you off to the place you should go to.”
Although Shuaishuai was reluctant, his parents had taught him to be a man of his word, so he nodded gloomily, “I understand.”
Xia Xin’s nose felt tingly with emotion.
Jiangli glanced at him, “Make him some delicious food tonight.”
Xia Xin quickly nodded; he would make sure Shuaishuai would be a well-fed ghost!
Jiangli picked up her teacup and sipped leisurely.
As she watched Shuaishuai, she thought to herself.
Sometimes forgetting is truly a blessing.