My Ghost Girlfriend (14)

(14)

"You...remembered something?"

Shuyi's sudden burst into tears gave me a bad feeling—maybe all my plans would be ruined by this suddenly resurrected memory.

"When you said you wanted a heart transplant, I remembered...Junhao's heart has a serious problem, so serious that he could die at any time. He needs a transplant, but..."

"But what?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did I have to encounter such a melodramatic plot? Why did this happen when I finally decided to be a complete villain?

"But...Junhao's blood type is very special. It's called 'panda blood.' Even if he has the money for surgery, he can't find a matching heart. In other words, he's practically hopeless...I only remembered this now because...that couple knew that no matter how hard they tried, it was something that could only be decided by fate. So no matter how worried Jingxin was in private, on the surface they had to pretend that they had forgotten about it and just wanted to spend every day happily together." I think Junhao, who always smiles, feels the same way…”

No wonder, no wonder Jingxin’s remaining memories don’t mention Junhao’s illness, no wonder she wants to fulfill any of Junhao’s wishes and requests, no wonder she can’t bear to see Junhao suffer even the slightest bit.

In the end, we left Hong Kong and returned to this city that left us with no choice.
I believe everything has a beginning and an end. For example, our country hasn’t become the world’s superpower because Qiu Chuji passed through Niujia Village, and the Fourth Shinobi World War started because Kakashi didn’t learn excavator operation properly. So I think there must be a reason why I met Shuyi, and why Shuyi and I met Jingxin and Junhao.

I told Shuyi that I wasn’t completely lying to her; at least I had found clues about his family.
This was a dilapidated nursing home, with only a few elderly people left. He Shuhuan spent the last years of his life here, and then passed away here as well.

As I told Shuyi, the He family experienced some changes after her death. He Shuhuan, now an only child due to his sister's passing, didn't become a live-in son-in-law. Instead, after his parents' accidental deaths, he led a dissolute life, spending his days with dissolute friends, indulging in extravagance and squandering money until he finally realized his life had been wasted. Ultimately, he remained unmarried and died alone.

In the nursing home's records, we found a photo of He Shuhuan. Even in the picture, sitting in his wheelchair, his decadent and desolate state was palpable. Shuyi cried bitterly over the photo, heartbroken and filled with guilt. He Shuhuan died at the age of eighty-eight, meaning that if she had found her brother two years earlier, she would still have had a chance to see him one last time.

We told the director that Shuyi was a descendant of the He family. Such a charming and lovely girl is indeed popular everywhere. The director told us many stories about He Shuhuan, but these stories were mostly filled with happiness and peace, offering little comfort to Shuyi.

After that, to cheer Shuyi up, and also because I hadn't been home in a long time, I took her to see my parents.

On the way, Shuyi and I discussed again why she had become a ghost. According to our previous guess, if she could see her relatives from her previous life, she could be reincarnated smoothly. But now He Shuhuan is gone, and he left no descendants. Strictly speaking, Shuyi already knows his final fate and has seen his photo, which can be considered as fulfilling this wish to the greatest extent. Yet she still exists in this world, showing no signs of disappearing.

"Why did she become a ghost... Didn't we already discuss this?"

Faced with the current situation, Shuyi, who was already unable to explain, became even more confused, and I was also completely baffled.

Was it because her wish was wrong?

If the idea that "fulfilling one's last wish can lead to reincarnation" is correct, then obviously the reason is that the correct wish was not fulfilled. But besides seeing her family, would Shuyi, who was only a teenager at the time, have any other wishes?

"You know... who decides whether a person disappears or becomes a ghost after death?"
As we walked slowly along the road, Shuyi asked me thoughtfully.

"Uh...maybe gods or high-ranking ghosts in the underworld."

I hadn't thought about this question deeply and answered casually.

"Then...if it's decided by them, would they create a resume for every human, and then take it out and browse it when they die to see if there are any unfulfilled wishes, and then decide whether that person should become a ghost?"

"That kind of thing is too troublesome, isn't it? I definitely wouldn't want to do it."

I shook my head with amusement at Shuyi's whimsical idea.

"That makes sense, right? If the person who decides whether we can become ghosts is too lazy to look at our past lives, then what do they base their decision on?"

"Ah! I've got it, could it be based on what the person was thinking at the time of death?"
Yes, if that's the case, then what those powerful people have to do is much simpler. No matter how much you've done in the past, they just look at the last document that comes to mind when you die to see if there's anything in it that suits their taste, and then decide whether you'll be completely annihilated or continue to wander the world.

But if that's the case, don't people think about their biggest regrets or their biggest worries when they die? It seems pretty much the same as what I guessed before!

"Not necessarily!"

Shuyi seemed to have figured something out and smiled at me, saying,

"Although we can't fully understand other people's thoughts, based on my speculation, most people are thinking about the same thing when they die."

What? There's such a law? Every minute and every second, all sorts of people die in this world. It's impossible for them all to be thinking about the same thing, right?

"Yeah, I think most people thinking about something when they die is... not wanting to die!" Okay

, that's a really cool answer; I'm speechless.

After discussing it for so long, this is the result. I feel a little disheartened. Fortunately, we've arrived home. I took out my key, opened the door, and took Shuyi's hand as we went inside.

I'm a very ordinary person. My grades have never been outstanding, my job isn't ideal, and my income is meager. I've never been able to make my parents proud. Even my silent protest against my parents' desire for me to get married and have children was to move out of their house. I think they must be very disappointed in me. A while ago, my dad took my mom on a trip abroad, which, in my opinion, was driven by the idea that "it's better to spend all the money I have before I die than to save it up for that unfilial son to buy a house and get married."

So, when I brought my beautiful girlfriend Shuyi back home, the way my mom's mouth opened was enough to make me secretly envy my dad's happiness.

Shuyi was outgoing and far more experienced than my parents. She effortlessly chatted with these two elderly people, whose IQs seemed to plummet as if they'd met a fairy, practically begging for a piece of her life savings to buy their future daughter-in-law snacks. Seeing the unexpectedly pleasant atmosphere, I didn't chime in much, only exchanging a few words with my dad later when Shuyi went to help my mom cook.

I briefly recounted how Shuyi and I met, saying we were colleagues at the same company, helping each other out until we developed feelings for each other. My dad listened with skepticism; if he didn't know his son had nothing to scheme about, he might have suspected Shuyi was a con artist. Seriously, why be so insecure about your own flesh and blood?

"You're only surprised because I have a girlfriend like this. If…"
"If what?"

"Nothing…"

I shook my head, not finishing my sentence. Laughter and cheerful voices came from the kitchen; I didn't want to spoil this precious moment.

At the dinner table, the two elders and their prospective daughter-in-law continued their incessant chatter, but this time the topic shifted to my various embarrassing childhood stories. I rarely talk about these things with Shuyi, and she listened with great interest, occasionally joining in with my mother's teasing. Judging from their expressions, I thought that if Shuyi really had the chance to become my daughter-in-law, the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship would probably be worry-free.
"Mom, do you think it was worth it for me to move out for just a few days and bring you back such a daughter-in-law?"
"Worth it! Of course it was worth it! But then again, sigh..."

The old woman, who had been smiling with wrinkles all over her face, suddenly sighed, and Shuyi immediately and perceptively took her hand.

"To be honest, your father and I are partly to blame for you moving out."

Older people tend to talk a lot, and after her sigh, Mom, not knowing when to stop, started nagging again, stroking Shuyi's hand:

"People say raising children is for old age security, but your father and I both have pensions, and you only earn so little. Raising you is a good thing if we don't lose money. So we didn't really expect you to be able to take care of us in our old age. Our only hope was that you'd get married quickly and have a grandson so we could hold you. But as people get older, they're afraid of dying. The more afraid they are, the more they feel their days are numbered, and they want to fulfill their wishes as soon as possible, so we pressured you a bit too much.
After you moved out, your father and I finally realized what was going on. We used to have a son, but now, no grandson, no son coming back, and we're back to just the two of us, relying on each other, as if he'd never been born. Tell me, aren't we partly to blame?"

"Mom, I think you're just making veiled accusations, not taking any responsibility at all..."

Sure enough, experience counts. My mom's seemingly self-reproaching words were actually a veiled attack on my heartlessness, a barrage of nagging me to get married and have kids—a deadly blow to my little devil.

"Auntie, don't listen to his nonsense. Xiao Ji is good in every way except for his stubbornness. His eyes were clearly wet, yet he was still spouting nonsense! In my opinion, you're too lenient with him!"

"Eh? Jingxin, you're right! Since you think I'm too lenient, then I'll tighten my grip again. When are you and Xiao Ji going to get married so I can hold my grandson?"

"Ah? That...that..."

Hey, do you think I haven't witnessed my mom's rapid mood swings? This little devil, she dug her own grave!
I watched them with schadenfreude, my heart filled with warmth.

Later, I didn't leave with Shuyi, saying I wanted to spend more time with my parents. She sensibly didn't object and left alone. My parents, however, were angry at me for being so immature. They kept saying it was pathetic to be so attached to home with such a beautiful girlfriend, and they practically wanted me to take Shuyi back home immediately and start working hard.

"Mom, you were just complaining about me not coming home enough! Can we stand firm on our positions?"
"Things have changed. Look at you, you're nothing special from head to toe. You'd be invisible in a crowd. It's all thanks to your mother praying to Buddha that I found you such a girlfriend. If you don't cherish her, you'll regret it sooner or later!"

"Hey? Who said I'm completely useless? Even if I'm ordinary, I still have something special, okay?"

I said, rolling up my sleeves and pointing to my pulse,

"Do you know what's flowing in here? Rh-negative blood, you know?" Yes

, I firmly believe that everything has a beginning. Why did I meet Shuyi? Why did Shuyi and I meet Junhao and Jingxin? Why did Shuyi possess Jingxin's body? Why did Jingxin disappear?

Also, why is it that I, an ordinary person in every way, have the rare blood type known as "panda blood" flowing in my veins?

(To be continued)
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