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Two days passed after my arrival, then a third, and before I knew it, a week had gone by. Oh, it had been seven days. They probably didn't count time by weeks, so naturally, they had no concept of a Sunday.
Everyone seemed quite busy. The Chief had suddenly passed away, leaving the Village in disarray, with some chaos ensuing.
It appeared that my father was quite a strong-willed person; he had never been sidelined and held real power himself. Otherwise, such chaos wouldn't have arisen. However, the turmoil seemed to last only a day or two before control of the Village was taken over by my brother, Nie Qiuyuan.
He claimed he had no intention of becoming the Chief; he had never planned for it nor had he done any related work before. But now there was a need for someone to take charge, and since he was the most decisive and skilled in combat, he stepped up to lead.
It was fine that he wasn't the Chief because Nie Qiuyuan was destined to be a pillar of the nation, not an Outlaw. Although this world seemed like a tangled mess to me, I still believed in my idol's abilities. The power of a devoted fan is limitless!
In these few days, Nie Qiuyuan had gradually managed to organize affairs in the Village. Although I didn't know exactly what he had done, every time I saw that tall man in his black fitted Long Robe with his flowing black hair bustling about, my heart was filled with admiration and tenderness.
I thought he looked incredibly handsome; every movement of his was graceful. Sometimes I would sit not far away watching him, feeling as if I were one of those girls on the sidelines of a playground admiring the boy she liked as he played basketball. That boy was serious and focused. If he lifted his shirt to wipe away sweat, the scent of youthful hormones would make any girl's heart skip several beats.
I had never really looked at those boys in school before; now I felt like I was making up for lost time.
During this period, aside from attending the funeral, I hadn't done anything else; I was an injured person. My injuries were quite severe, yet miraculously, I was recovering quickly and hardly felt any pain.
Although we were Outlaws, our funerals were simpler than those of ordinary families; we skipped many tedious rituals but still adhered to basic procedures. We bathed and dressed the deceased, burned incense and paper offerings, sacrificed chickens to guide the spirit home, posted mourning notices, kept the coffin for three days, and mourned with sorrowful cries.
Only we women cried out in grief. As for Nie Qiuyuan and the other good men of the Jianghu, even if they were suffering deeply in their hearts, they would hold back their tears. I cried bitterly; tears streamed down my face. I had practiced crying in front of a mirror before; I was quite satisfied with this body’s beauty. When I cried like this, it made me look pitifully delicate and full of femininity. When I reached a point of exhaustion from crying, even Nie Qiuyuan came over to support me twice.
His face bore no special expression; he was quite an enigmatic fellow.
During this time, Night Phantom came to see me once (the Author speculated it must have been unbearable for him). Just as I was dozing off under the moonlight, he silently appeared at my bedside.
"Isn't that your father?" His sultry voice carried a hint of mockery. "And you can cry like that? Truly unbelievable!"
"What's it to you?" I replied rudely. This person was clearly lurking around, watching everything in the Village. Was there something here that he coveted? As long as he didn't steal anything from Nie Qiuyuan, it was none of my business.
"What are you really here for?" he asked, tapping my head. I swatted his hand away with a slap. His action seemed habitual, which annoyed me.
"I'm here to pursue my crush!" I said bluntly. For some reason, I felt that sharing my worries with someone wasn't such a bad idea. Although this person seemed a bit eccentric, my intuition told me he posed no real danger.
"Oh?" A suggestive smile appeared on his face. "Who is it?"
"Definitely not you," I replied. This topic reminded me of that unfortunate sibling relationship, so I pulled the blanket over my head and ignored him.
Perhaps Night Phantom was truly a blessing in my life. Just as he brought up this topic, I encountered the first major piece of good news in this lifetime. It was such great news that it could spare me a lifetime of struggle.
The second was the day of my father's funeral.
I wore a plain white dress, my hair flowing down as I wept uncontrollably before my father's spirit.
I had lost my memories; I couldn't even remember who my father was. I cried with such heart-wrenching sorrow that no one found it odd except for the observing Night Phantom. It seemed this father must have cared for me deeply, and thinking about that made me feel a bit melancholic.
After mourning and crying over the body, the deceased was taken back to the main house for burial preparations, followed by the funeral rites. The host of the ceremony was someone from the Village who suddenly approached me mysteriously, handing me a handkerchief and whispering, "Sister Ye, please accept my condolences."
I was taken aback and looked at him in disbelief. How did he know my last name was Ye?
I scrutinized him carefully; his appearance was very ordinary, and there was a hint of sadness on his face. I racked my brain for memories from my past life. I, Ye Zhenzhen, was just a college student with uncomplicated social connections and few acquaintances. I had no recollection of this person at all.
Then it struck me—my mind raced with thoughts like a whirlwind of mythical beasts. Had I short-circuited after crossing over? If he knew me, then he must be someone from my past life as well; he had also crossed over and borrowed someone else's body. How could I possibly recognize him by appearance alone?!
Who is this person, after all?
But this was no challenge for my clever mind. I lowered my voice, squinted my eyes, and whispered to Host as if giving a secret signal: "014, Public Security University, third year..."
Host did not respond with the excitement I had anticipated. Instead, he looked at me as if I were an alien. After a moment, his expression shifted to one of panic.
"Miss Ye, please take care of yourself and do not be too sorrowful! Chief has no children; you are Chief's only bloodline. Please prioritize your well-being!"
So he thought I was so heartbroken that I had lost my mind.
Wait a minute! What did he mean by that?!
No children?!... Then what about Nie Qiuyuan?!
I could hardly believe my ears, and I didn't even have time to feel happy. After a moment of shock, I turned to Hong behind me and asked, "What is my name?"
"Sister, your name is Ye Liuhui!"
"Ye... isn't it Nie Liuying?"
"No, that’s Young Master's surname. Young Master is Chief's adopted son and doesn't need to change his surname. It seems you really have forgotten!" Hong said while pointing at the memorial tablet in the hall. "Look, isn't Chief's name written clearly there?"
Only then did I remember that for quite some time, I hadn't even paid attention to what my father was called.
The tablet clearly stated "Position of Wanzi Mountain Black Wind Stronghold Saint Martial Chieftain Ye Qing." I truly was unfilial!
"Father, is this a manifestation of your spirit?"
"Nie Liuying... how bold of you, Nie Qiuyuan!"
A joy, an uncontrollable ecstasy, slowly spread within my heart. Oh my, the happiness of life could not be greater than this. What was once a lifelong pursuit had suddenly come to fruition effortlessly upon waking. The feeling of stumbling upon a windfall was simply exhilarating!
Yet I maintained my composure. I still dutifully sang a sorrowful elegy for my father, even though the rhythm of that elegy resonated joyfully in my heart, reminiscent of the celebratory effect when the melancholy tunes from "Star" were played at an accelerated pace.
Thank you, dear father, for not making me and my idol biological siblings. Oh my, Amitabha! From now on, you are my true father! You will surely ascend to greatness!
I stole a glance at Nie Qiuyuan; he was lost in thought, his expression sorrowful. Such a sentimental and righteous man was truly admirable. Moreover, now I had the right to love him! I would perform splendidly before him; with my intelligence and beauty, surely one of them would win his heart!
What I thought in my heart, Nie Qiuyuan naturally remained oblivious to. He had never even glanced at me.
***The Author's Full Moon***
Mid-Autumn Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival! Wishing everyone family joy and peace! May we all live long and share the Chanjuan across the miles!
In the past week, my work reached zero clicks for the first time; weekly recommendations exceeded 700 votes, and I received 400 points for long reviews. For the first time, I stayed at the top of the new book list and remained on the PK list as well. So many firsts—it felt wonderful! I deeply understood that all of this came from the unwavering support of friends and family, allowing my writing to be seen by more people. Words cannot express my gratitude; I can only bow deeply in thanks!
A new week has begun; I will continue to roll around and seek support! Thank you, and may everyone have a smooth and fulfilling week ahead!
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