【Mu Zi Zhi Jian】6

Chapter Six

My phone rang with a familiar tune; I vaguely remembered it was Mu Zi's ringtone.

It felt like ages since I'd heard it. It was both familiar and strange. My mind

went blank, a strange, draining feeling washing over me.

The music reached its second verse, and I finally found my phone in my daze, pressing the call button: "

Hello This is Su Yishang."

The dizziness persisted.

"Yishang!" Mu Zi's voice boomed from the other end, filled with anger and worry. "Where

have ? I've been calling you all day, and you finally answered."

"I…" My throat was dry, even speaking felt weak. My head throbbed, but I

noticed a gap in my memory. I swallowed hard: "I…I…I should be at the old house…"

"What do you mean 'should be at the old house'!" Mu Zi's voice was furious: "I just called your parents,

and they said you went to the old house early this morning and haven't come home yet. Tell me, where are you?"

Strange! My head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was about to split open, so why was my hand pressed firmly against my genitals?

It felt like I was being attacked, but there was no pain.

"Yi Shang! Answer me!" Mu Zi continued to scream on the other end of the phone, but I had no energy to deal with her.

All my energy was focused on figuring out my current situation, trying to understand what was going on.

"I really am at the old house!" I said dismissively. "Mu Zi, wait for me for ten minutes. I

'll call ."

Before she could say anything more, I quickly ended the call.

I got up from the ground, sat cross-legged on the floor, and massaged my temples to relieve the pain. It felt

like all the memories that should have been in my mind had been forcibly ripped out, leaving a large blank space, which was very painful. Looking

around , I realized that the sky had turned dark at some point. I clearly remembered that it was broad daylight when I arrived, so how did it suddenly become dusk?

I looked at my watch; it showed 5:27 PM. I muttered to myself, "

What ? How did I end up collapsing here all alone? I have absolutely no recollection of it..."

I struggled to my feet, noticing an odd sense of unease in my surroundings. The master bedroom was

much the same as my own room, but all the items that had been there were gone. The bookshelves were empty, covered in dust and

cobwebs; the picture frames on the dressing table were missing, leaving only the weathered surface.

That's right! The diary?

I rushed to the desk; the empty surface was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if nothing had

been placed . Seeing that the surface was empty, I started pulling out the drawers, sending dust flying and making me sneeze repeatedly.

Three small drawers on the left, three small drawers on the right, and one large drawer in the middle—all were completely empty,

without a single item, and no hidden compartments.

"This can't be a joke..."

The room was completely empty, except for the simple furniture.

Was everything I saw before I lost consciousness just a hallucination?

Wait… why am I looking for my diary?

I blinked, pondering my strange behavior. A lingering impression kept telling me that this

master bedroom was unusual, but I hadn't realized it yet. However, it turned out that it was all just my imagination;

there was nothing wrong with the room at all.

The dizziness and headache quietly dissipated…

Since there was nothing unusual, and it was getting late, I figured it was time to go home. Suddenly, I remembered

something very important I hadn't done.

"Thank goodness, I remembered to take pictures." I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a lot of photos of the master bedroom.

Although I wanted to look around, seeing the house gradually darkening and the lack of any lights, I had

no choice but to head home.

That night, I inevitably got a severe scolding from Mu Zi and my parents. Taking this opportunity, I also asked my father

about the old house. "Dad, do we have any photos or records of our ancestors?" I asked my father

in the living room after dinner . 　　My father thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "You can go to Grandpa's house. I remember there are some diaries left by our ancestors in his study, and they seem to have some records in them... Oh, and there are a few , though they're a bit yellowed and blurry..." 　　"Really?" I said in surprise. 　　"If I remember correctly, your grandfather did the same thing as you back then, thoroughly investigating our family , but something happened afterward, and he stopped... However, I remember he did keep all the ancestral things safe. But I don't know where they are, you'll have to find them yourself." My father seemed to have thought of something and added, "Go see your grandmother while you're at it, she's been looking forward to seeing you for a long time." 　　"Okay, I understand." 　　I started to wonder why I was so fascinated by Mu Zi's homework? But a strong intuition told me that those remaining records could help me find the answer. 　　The pale yellow walls, the old banyan tree, and the two-story villa with red tiles and white bricks—that's where my grandparents lived . 　　To be honest, there was a time when I didn't like going to my grandparents' house, even though it was only a fifteen-minute walk . The reason I dislike it is because I fear aging and death. I'm afraid the beautiful memories of the past will one day be shattered. 　　I remember during my childhood, my parents were always busy with their careers, working hard to earn enough money to ensure my brother and I could attend school smoothly. Naturally, my grandparents' house became our second home during our school years. 　　Because of this, my brother and I have always had a distance from our parents, and we don't easily reveal our deepest secrets. Of course, we also don't show our negative side. Therefore, the more experiences we have as we grow up, the more likely we are to develop emotions opposite to those of our parents. 　　Years ago, there was an example where I almost got into a fight with my father over a trivial matter, and we . I spent that month at my grandparents' house. Later, my grandfather mediated, and we reconciled.

Unfortunately, a rift remained between my father and me, which meant I didn't go home often during my university years. Even when I did go home,

I would first visit my grandparents, only returning home when absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately, this didn't last long. After my grandfather passed away a few years ago, my grandmother also aged, and I

began to resist this place that had once been my second home. After that,

I would only make a special trip home for holidays, birthdays, family gatherings, and other important events.

Then, I would leave in a hurry.

Until last year, when I was drafted into the army for a year of compulsory service. During my time in the military, I finally

understood the warmth of home. I suddenly realized how foolish I had been, failing to cherish the good things

around me . For the first time, I discovered the beauty of home and realized I still wanted to rely on my parents.

Last night, I realized something even more important: it was time for me to accept the reality of death and aging

. I told myself that if I didn't accept it now, I promised I would regret it!

The next day, I went to my grandparents' house, returning to this place that had once been my second home.

Perhaps it was because I felt particularly strongly about it today! From the moment I stepped into this house, a feeling of nostalgia

welled up inside me. I seemed to see glimpses of the past, scenes of my brother and I playing everywhere. These transparent images flashed

by, one after another, like a movie playing.

Grandma was basking in the sun in the small garden behind the house, her eyes half-closed, while a maid carefully tended to her.

"Yi Shang, you've come!" Grandma turned her head, opening her half-closed eyes to say to me. She stretched out her wrinkled

hand, gently beckoning me.

"Grandma, I've come to see you." I leaned over and took her hand. The strength in her hand was vigorous and strong

, not like that of an elderly woman nearing eighty.

"You haven't come to see me in so long..." Grandma lowered her head, thinking. "Let me think... you haven't come

since . Being in the army must be tough... look how much weight you've lost. But... you look

better when you're thinner, you were really too fat before..."

For some reason, Grandma was unusually well today. Unlike usual, when her memory was confused and I

couldn't understand what she was saying.

"The weather's nice today, why don't you keep me company in the sun?" Grandma said gently.

I nodded and said, "Okay."

I held her hand, basking in the winter sun in the garden. Although the temperature was a bit chilly,

the warmth of the sunlight warmed my heart. I stayed with Grandma until she fell asleep.

Although I spent some time with Grandma, I didn't forget the second important point of my trip:

the ancestral records that Grandpa had preserved, as Dad had mentioned the night before.

Grandpa's study was on the third floor. To be honest, I really couldn't understand why an old man would put his study

on the third floor. Was it because of the house's design, or human factors, or perhaps he simply hadn't considered

how he would climb the stairs in his old age...?

I personally think the third possibility is more likely. Although Grandpa seemed wise, sometimes I

felt he was a bit eccentric. I remember when I was little, the third floor was really

off-putting for someone as robust as me. So I rarely went up to the third floor, and I don't really remember the study. I

climbed up to the third floor and entered Grandpa's study. Although it hadn't been used for a long time, it was still cleaned and looked

fairly tidy.

"Wow! No way!" I couldn't help but exclaim upon

entering the study. Before I even stepped inside, I was astonished. A white room, wooden modular flooring,

a double spring bed, a wooden wardrobe, an iron table, a three-tiered bookshelf overflowing with books, and

a dressing table without a mirror, displaying several old picture frames. I was stunned. Could this world be

too much of a coincidence?

Regardless of this bizarre coincidence, finding what I needed was more important. First,

I went to the iron table and opened the window behind it to let some air in. The window was large; Grandpa supposedly

liked large windows because the sunlight was so pleasant. But it opened directly to the outside without any protection

. Even the screen that should have been there seemed to have been damaged by a typhoon in recent years and hadn't been repaired.

There wasn't much else on the iron table except a pen holder containing

some of Grandpa's old fountain pens and ballpoint pens. Next, I opened the drawers. The iron table had seven drawers, but unfortunately, each one was

empty . I didn't know if they had been taken away or if these drawers had never been filled to begin with.

I felt a little disappointed and regretful.

Then I went to the dressing table and randomly picked up some photos to look at. Unsurprisingly, most of them were photos taken at family gatherings before Grandpa

passed away . The younger generation in the photos were gradually maturing; in contrast, the elders were gradually

aging, creating a sense of regret that things had changed.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find any relevant clues on the dressing table either. There were only some photos and items that

Grandpa used in his early years, such as reading glasses, the Four Treasures of the Study, manuscript paper and Xuan paper, and

maps of Taiwan and the world.

I took out my phone and took a few photos. Although this had nothing to do with Mu Zi's homework, I

just wanted to leave a memento for myself.

Finally, I went to the bookshelf next to the iron table. Grandpa's bookshelf was filled with all kinds of books,

so diverse that it was truly difficult to categorize them. Moreover, most books were wrapped in white paper, making it difficult to discern the contents from the faint handwriting

on the outside . Unlike my room, where the bookshelves are always filled

with novels and comics—very childish—but occasionally there are a few more cultured books.

I randomly picked up a book from the top and flipped through it. On the yellowed pages, besides the original printed text, there were

tiny handwritings in pen, clearly recording the reader's feelings and emotions, as well as their own

unique insights.

...Is Grandpa being too serious?

I thought to myself, admiring him. I couldn't help but laugh at my own decadence and laziness; I only read books and that was it, even if I read

a lot , I absorbed very little.

Just then, my phone rang with Mu Zi's signature song. I quickly answered the phone, otherwise she

would think I wasn't answering her call.

"Hello! This is Su Yishang."

"...Yishang, good morning." I could tell that Mu Zi had just woken up before calling me. It seemed like it was yesterday.

The incident gave her quite a fright.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"What do you think..." A lazy hum came from the other end of the phone as she stretched, "I kept dreaming,

half-asleep . I only remember checking my watch last night, it was almost four o'clock..."

Looking at my watch, it showed 10:12 AM. I immediately advised her, "Why don't you sleep a little

longer ? You sound very tired."

"No..." It was rare to hear her plead with me. "...I had a very strange dream."

"What did you dream about? "

"I dreamed about you..." She continued babbling, "...I dreamed that we were in a strange room, and you were

tightly bound, your mouth was gagged, and you roughly possessed me..."

To be honest, this dream really excited me.

"...In the dream, I even liked being bound and gagged by you... Oh my god! That was really awful.

Never mind that... Yi Shang, where are you?"

"At my grandfather's house..." I didn't pay attention to her dream, but focused on searching for my grandfather's

room, and casually put the book I had just been holding back on the shelf. "...Yesterday Dad told me that Grandpa's house might have

some things related to our ancestors, so I came over!"

"Did you find anything?"

"Not yet." I pulled out another book and casually flipped through it.

"...Then I won't bother you," she said. Before I could finish speaking, she seemed to realize something she hadn't mentioned and quickly

said to me, "By the way, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Hmm..." I said, flipping through the book and thinking, "Hmm...I should be...what's wrong?"

"I'll take the bus to see you after class tomorrow!"

I was a little surprised, but immediately understood her intention and persuaded her, "I can handle it, you don't need to come

all the way here!"

"No! This is my homework, I need to put in some effort, otherwise I won't feel

at ease ." Her attitude was firm.

"Okay..." I understood her stubbornness quite well, and I was too embarrassed to refuse. "Call

me when you arrive tonight, and I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, that's all for now!"

"Okay, bye-bye." I hung up the phone with my right hand, put the book back with my left, and then picked up another

book. This time I chose a thicker book; the cover reminded me of a photo album.

The moment I took it down, the book next to it also fell. The thin, black-covered

book landed gracefully on the iron table, its corner bouncing off the table and easily propelling it

out the window.

Strong, silver handwriting outlined large, flowing characters.

"The Key"

—in that instant, the blank spaces in my memory were completely filled, and I finally understood the most

important . Images of my past were etched into my retina, including my second uncle, my cousins,

the little one… even Chen Huaiyuan. I dropped what I was holding and instinctively lunged forward, reaching out to

grab the black diary.

Missed!

My fingertips were less than ten centimeters from the diary.

"Watch this!" I braced my left hand on the table, climbed onto the metal table with both feet, and, like a beast unleashed, unleashed my courage—I don't

know where it came from—with a burst of strength from my legs, I launched myself forward like lightning.

Thud!

My right hand successfully grabbed the diary, but my body was now suspended in mid-air. The third floor

was about ten meters above the ground, and even though the ground outside was barren farmland, it didn't mean I'd be safe jumping like this!

"Whoa—" I screamed desperately.

According to my rudimentary knowledge of physics, I'd fall to the ground in a few seconds. This kind of death seemed a bit

too stupid—to fall to my death trying to retrieve a diary.

What a joke!

At the same time, a flash of silver light emanated from my right hand, and the diary burst forth with intense light. It seemed to

come alive, struggling to escape from my grasp. The pages flipped wildly in mid-air, scattering ink-black

words . Like butterflies fluttering, yet utterly dark and devoid of any beauty.

The flying ink characters surrounded me, then exploded the moment they landed, emitting a dazzling red light.

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