I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 58: Seventy Years Eve Has Ended, Only the Fragrance Remains in the Cemetery
Luzhou City.

When Bai Xuan walked out of the high-speed rail station, it was almost dusk.

Get in a taxi and drive to your destination.

When the driver saw that it was a big order and he would have to drive dozens of kilometers, he began to actively find topics to chat.

As they chatted, they naturally asked, "There are still hibiscus flowers at this time. They smell so fragrant. Are you going to meet your girlfriend with a bouquet of flowers?"

"No, I'm going to pay my respects."

"Ah..." The driver realized that he had said the wrong thing, laughed dryly and changed the subject.

It was getting dark when the vehicle arrived at its destination.

Bai Xuan was carrying a bouquet of hibiscus flowers and walking at a leisurely pace.

This somewhat remote public cemetery has few visitors and is very quiet.

Although he didn't know exactly where Mr. Wen was buried, he was very sure that he was buried here.

Not far away is the Martyrs Memorial Park.

He is not a martyr, so he cannot be buried in the martyrs' cemetery, but he can be closer.

The burial place must be Wen Shijun's own choice.

He decided to locate the cemetery here instead of returning to the villa.

Perhaps it also proves that Wen Shijun does not regret his original choice.

The fact that he did not insist on continuing on that path did not mean that the weight of his ideals had diminished, but that he felt he could no longer bear the burden and cost.

"found it……"

There was a slight pulling force coming from the hibiscus flower, and a petal floated in a certain direction in the wind.

Following the direction, the petals fell in front of a tombstone.

A blurry figure walked out from the flowers and slowly leaned against the cold tombstone.

Bai Xuan looked at the tombstone, raised his hand, and then slowly put it down: "There was no lingering longing left... He passed away peacefully."

Bai Ling was only concerned with stroking the name on the tombstone and whispered, "Shijun, I'm here to see you."

She wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled heartbreakingly: "It's been so long. God really knows how to play jokes on us. It's either separation in life or separation in death..."

Bai Xuan took two steps back, stood sideways, and placed himself in the background.

Silently listening to Bai Ling pouring out her endless thoughts to the tombstone.

One by one, one thing after another, things that happened during one’s lifetime, will be heard after one’s death.

She was still the ill-fated beauty who died before she was twenty.

Although the mind has not grown much, the love is still as passionate as it was back then.

Even as an onlooker, one can hear the deep love and feel the blind determination to disregard life and death for love.

In her narration, every scene of the past was extremely clear and vivid.

But those beautiful yesterdays have long gone and remain only in memory.

What time has left behind are only a little flower fragrance and a lonely tombstone.

The story will always be told.

All the pain of missing him was poured out, but the lover lying in the grave had no answer.

No matter how strong a person is, there will be times when he feels sad.

So she cried.

From silent tears, to sobbing, and finally to wailing.

Bai Xuan looked down at the hibiscus in his hand. He wondered if the fog had become thicker after nightfall, and the petals had become moist.

After a long while, Bai Ling wiped her eyes, stood up, left the tombstone, and bowed to Bai Xuan: "Thank you for your help, General. I have no way to repay you."

Bai Xuan asked: "Are you satisfied with this result?"

"Perhaps, this result is already the best one." Bai Ling opened her mouth slightly, then shook her head: "No, it must be the best result. What should have ended should have ended long ago. I was too greedy. He had already let it go."

She said quietly: "Just let me stay here and accompany him quietly."

Bai Xuan put down the hibiscus flower and stuck it in the grass.

"Actually, you know you're not a lark, right?"

The woman's figure was slightly blurred. She was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes..."

"A remnant soul may be able to remain in the world for a long time, but the prerequisite is that there is enough resentment and resentment to transform into a fierce ghost. Wen Shijun has been visiting the villa for seventy consecutive years. If such a change really occurred, he would not be able to live so long without any harm."

Bai Xuan said slowly, "Your consciousness can reside in flowers, which means your true body is no longer an ordinary soul, not a wandering spirit or a ghost, but the spirit of plants and trees. The hibiscus flower bloomed on the corpse of Bai Ling, and the true spirits influenced each other, giving birth to you... You have her memories and inherited her obsession; but you are not her after all."

"It's like a record on a phonograph. No matter how realistic it is, it's not her original voice, but the echo left behind."

Bai Ling whispered, "Yes, I am just the echo she left behind."

Bai Xuan asked, "Even so, you are still willing to become her shadow and pursue the regret of seventy years ago?"

"What the General wants to ask is... why?"

"Ah."

Bai Ling gently brushed her hands over the hibiscus flowers, the flowers bloomed, the fragrance filled the air, and her smile also bloomed.

“Maybe I’m fake, but love is real.”

"When she died seventy years ago, she left behind a strong enough obsession."

"This obsession is not hatred, but regret."

"is love."

"Perhaps one day in the future, when the general learns about love, he will understand...how absurd and yet how beautiful it is."

"It makes people desperate and makes flowers bloom regardless of the season."

“Even before the sun rises the next day, it will wither.”

She spoke quietly, spreading out her hands, with a flower seed lying in her palms.

"Although this flower seed is not a valuable item, I would like to give it to the general."

Bai Xuan took the flower seeds and put them in the inner pocket of his shirt.

Then he sat down on the ground in front of the tombstone.

Bai Ling looked at the young man in confusion: "General, what are you doing?"

"I have no intention of interfering with your decision, but I can talk to you."

He said calmly, "Come to think of it, you sing very well. I haven't heard it before."

"Singing?" Bai Ling laughed: "Here?"

"I have an audience," Bai Xuan pointed at himself, then at the tombstone: "With my lover by my side...isn't that inappropriate?"

"If the general has this taste, I dare not disobey him." Bai Ling's eyes revealed a hint of pride.

She cleared her throat, thinking for a moment, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she dreamed of returning to Shanghai seventy years ago.

The moment she stepped onto the stage under the lights, she became the star that the whole world was paying attention to.

Hearing the singing voice in person, Bai Xuan was a little dazed.

This is not a canary at all, it is clearly a spiritual bird that doesn't want to be caged.

She has never been satisfied with the current situation and has always longed for a higher and bigger stage, so she was attracted to Wen Shijun. It was a kind of fateful interweaving.

Both were idealists who were romantic to death.

The scene around him seemed to have changed. The fragrance of flowers was a little intoxicating, pulling him back to the prosperous night of Shanghai seventy years ago.

"Singing so well."

Bai Xuan just felt that he was missing a pot of good wine.

"It suddenly becomes clear."

……

Before I knew it, the singing gradually subsided.

The morning light breaks through the night.

The light easily shone deeper into the room.

The seventy-year long night is over.

The neon lights went out and the stage was empty.

Bai Xuan opened his eyes.

The hibiscus flowers beside the tombstone withered quietly.

In the early morning, the cemetery is still filled with the fragrance of flowers.

He slept in the cemetery.

He stood up by supporting his knees and rubbed the white dew condensed between his eyebrows with his fingers.

Bai Xuan bowed to the tombstone and the withered flowers.

Turn around and leave.

I have seen this kind of scene countless times in my life.

Seeing it now, the weight it exerted would not make his shoulders drop even a bit, nor would it make his breathing any heavier.

Besides, isn't this a good ending?
Bai Xuan touched his throat and said, "I'm just a little thirsty and want to drink."

……

When I was leaving the cemetery, someone just happened to pass by me.

Bai Xuan didn't pay attention.

Wen Nanyu, who was holding the offerings in his hands, was also distracted.

She dreamed all night long.

The facts in the dream were so clear.

So much so that she felt that maybe that was what really happened.

Wen Nanyu came to his grandfather's grave and felt that the watch could no longer be worn, so it would be better to leave it here.

She had just arrived and was about to kneel down when she noticed that the ground in front of the tombstone was warm, with some body heat remaining.

At the same time, a withered hibiscus flower was inserted in the green grass, and its petals surrounded the tombstone, like a silent companion.

Someone must have been here for a long time.

"Could it be...!"

She seemed to realize something and stood up quickly.

She turned around and started running. After running two steps, she simply took off her high heels.

When I ran all the way to the entrance of the cemetery, the person I had just passed by had disappeared.

Wen Nanyu was filled with regret. Did she miss an opportunity to find out the truth and conduct an in-depth investigation?

Holding the watch in her hand, she sighed heavily.

……

Shortly after.

Bai Xuan returned home and saw the old man practicing the Five Animal Exercises leisurely in the yard.

The old man didn't ask anything about his eldest grandson who had not been home for a day and two nights.

Bai Xuan was happy not to explain. He went into the utility room, found the flower pot, dug some wet soil from the river, and buried the flower seeds in the soil.

My grandmother used to have a lot of potted plants, and her yard was full of peonies. Later, when she moved to Neon, she also moved all the potted plants there.

So since he was a child, Bai Xuan passively learned how to take care of potted plants.

"Why only one?" the old man muttered, "I wanted to give your grandma a surprise, but one plant is not enough."

"This flower is quite special." Bai Xuan placed the pot in the sun: "It's not an ordinary flower, but..."

"The flower seeds in Wang Wei's poems?" the old man teased.

"Yes." Bai Xuan recited: "I hope you can pick more of this, as it is the most reminiscent of lovesickness."

The old man laughed and scolded: "You don't even have a partner, how can you understand what lovesickness is?"

Bai Xuan paused his fingers, and the light and shadows in front of his eyes became blurred. Several figures passed by, and familiar voices and words flashed by.

"Prime Minister, do I really have to kill you?"

"Junior brother, remember the story I told you about the red cabbage moss? I've found my own snowy patch. Let's get started."

"Silly boy, I'm leaving now. Don't starve yourself anymore..."

"General, please forgive me for not being able to help you anymore... I will leave now!"

"Brother Bai, I don't want to die..."

'master!!!'

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and there was no one standing in the sunlight.

"Old man."

"hold head high?"

"Want a drink later?"

"middle!"

(End of this chapter)