Ten Classic Touching Supernatural Stories Collection

Chapter 5

Sang Shang often thinks of Feng, and longs to know if that boy is doing well now, and whether he is also searching for her as she is.

Adjacent to the medical school is a prestigious university, whose students love visiting the medical school because it has excellent sports facilities. Sometimes, those sweaty, unkempt boys would yell at the quiet girls in white coats, "Pretty girls, I'm injured, can you put some medicine on me?" Then they'd laugh at the girls' blushing faces. Sang Shang had never encountered this situation before, because when she walked by, the atmosphere was utterly blank.

However, by chance, Sang met a girl from that university.

She was a girl with short hair, dressed in boys' clothes, and bright, unrestrained eyes. She had fallen and injured herself while jumping over the very high hurdle. Looking up at the high hurdle, she cursed, "Damn it," grimacing. Sang Shang walked over to her, helped her up, led her to his dormitory, and quickly treated her injury.

While Sang Shang was silently doing these things, the girl just stared at her with curiosity. Then she said, "You handle these things very well." Sang Shang smiled. As the girl was leaving, she extended her hand and said, "I'm Lan." "I'm Sang Shang."

That's how simply Sang met the girl named Lan.

Lan frequently visited Sang Shang at the medical school, and she always liked to flaunt her relationship with Sang Shang, who was thin and frail. When she introduced Sang Shang to her classmates, she was overjoyed: "This is my tenth wife, Sang Shang." When others exclaimed, "Lan, you're such a womanizer!" Sang Shang would just smile quietly, a calm smile, leaving no special impression on anyone.

Many years later, Sang Shang still felt deeply moved when she recalled her bright friendship with Lan. During Sang Shang's senior year of college, Lan approached her to invite her to their school's Christmas dance. Sang Shang wasn't particularly enthusiastic about these things, but because of Lan, she reluctantly went.

She had wanted to find a secluded corner to drink a cup of bitter tea, but Lan wouldn't allow it. She led her around, introducing her to everyone: "This is my first wife, this is my tenth wife." Sang Shang saw Lan's first nine wives, each one beautiful. Sang Shang kept smiling, exhausted, but Lan proudly showed her off everywhere: "With Sang Shang, I'll never take another concubine." When Sang Shang finally protested to Lan, "Lan, I'm tired," Lan grabbed her hand and struggled through the crowd: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'll introduce you to one last person." Sang Shang could only shake her head helplessly.

Haha, Sang Shang, this is the last person I want to introduce to you.

Sang Shang's gaze suddenly went blank, and memories of the past appeared clearly in her mind. She seemed to see the gentle gaze of the wind the moment she lifted the red veil and saw it.

Sang Shang stared intently at the handsome boy. "Sang Shang, this is our most formidable womanizer, Yu." Lan's voice drifted from afar, seemingly echoing through countless lifetimes.

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Reply [24]: "Yu, this is my good wife Sang Shang."

Yu gave an "oh" and casually extended his hand: "Hello."

Sang Shang's throat was dry. She heard her own low but passionate voice: "I know you. Do you remember me?"

Lan and Yu were both taken aback. Yu turned to look at Lan with a teasing expression, and Lan asked, "Sang Shang, what's wrong?"

Sang Shang still stared stubbornly at Yu: "I've known you for a long time, have you really forgotten?"

A girl ran towards them from a distance, "Yu, let's go dance!" Yu looked at Sang Shang and said, "Sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

Sang Shang stared intently as the boy, who resembled the wind, led the beautiful girl who looked just like Ye Qiqi from her past life.

Lan whispered in her ear, "That's Jie, the prettiest and most talented girl in our school. She and Yu are a match made in heaven." Sang Shang didn't speak. Lan asked, "Sang Shang, what's wrong? You're acting strange today."

Sang Shang shook her head: "No, no, they are not a match made in heaven. I should be the one next to Yu."

Lan watched in astonishment as she left, tears streaming down her face.

From then on, Sang Shang seemed like a different person. She often went alone to the places Yu frequented to watch him play ball, with Jie as his spectator. Many times, Sang Shang bravely went up to talk to Yu. "Yu." At first, Yu would patiently glance at her, but after a while, he became impatient. He would always call out to Jie before Sang Shang could even speak, "Jie, let's go," leaving Sang Shang behind.

But Sang Shang was unusually stubborn. Like a lingering ghost, she followed Yu and Jie, enduring their insults. Every night, Sang Shang would tell herself, "Hold on, think of the hardship of waiting for the wind on the Bridge of Helplessness."

Sang Shang began to attract attention, but it was an insulting kind of attention. Lan berated Sang Shang countless times: "How did you become such a shameless person?" Sang Shang remained silent. After repeatedly erupting in anger at Sang Shang, Lan completely lost faith in her. She approached Sang Shang one last time and said, "Sang Shang, I don't know what your reasons are, but you're not the same person you used to be. Sang Shang, take care." Sang Shang listened to Lan's words with a smile, but when Lan completely disappeared from her sight, she couldn't help but cry.

Later, Sang Shang, Yu, Jie, and Lan all graduated. Not long after graduation, Yu and Jie got married.

That day, Sang Shang drank alcohol for the first time, getting herself completely drunk. In the last moment before losing consciousness, she heard herself and Feng solemnly say on the Bridge of Helplessness, "We will never drink Meng Po's soup."

Sang Shang never interfered in Yu's life again. She went to work at a very good hospital and, as before, dutifully did her job. It's not that many outstanding achievements are solely due to innate talent. Gradually, Sang Shang understood this. Because of her diligence and her indifference to worldly affairs, she began to distinguish herself professionally, and by her thirties, she had become a very famous doctor.

Sang Shang was still not pretty and had nothing attractive about her. The only difference was that when she wore a white coat, she exuded a strong sense of humility.

Sang Shang no longer considered matters of the heart; her heart was like a desert.

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Reply [27]: When Sang Shang was 28, she met a 25-year-old man. From the first time he saw her, he asked her out for tea and gave her large bouquets of roses. Sang Shang liked to brew very bitter tea, and her posture while drinking tea was melancholic and hesitant. Sang Shang didn't like the bright red roses, but she didn't know how to refuse the man's persistence. When the man was 28, he asked Sang Shang to marry him. Sang Shang, who was drinking tea, said, "Impossible," and turned away.

That night, Sang Shang stared at the moonlight outside her window, unable to sleep. She thought of another moonlit night, when the wind gently draped a coat over her, tenderly saying, "Qiqi, take care of yourself." On windy nights, even the chilly moonlight felt warm. Then, thinking of that stubborn man, she smiled bitterly: My heart is a boundless desert; how can a few drops of water possibly moisten it?

Sang thought the man would give up completely, but she was wrong. He would still invite Sang to her favorite place for her favorite tea, but he would never send her roses again.

While Sang Shang was longing for someone and choosing to remain single, he was also loving Sang Shang and choosing to remain single.

Actually, he's a good man; finding a wonderful girl to marry would be easy for him. Sang Shang sometimes advised him, "Think about yourself." He replied, "The moment I first met you, I had already planned out my entire life." Sang Shang was speechless. But she didn't know how to explain to him the profound love she shared with Feng in their past life.

At 39, Sang Shang encountered Lan, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time. Lan brought her daughter to the hospital where Sang Shang worked. Lan had changed a lot; she had gained weight, her once bright and unrestrained eyes were now covered by eyeshadow, and her once short hair was now long and curly. At first, Sang Shang didn't recognize her. It wasn't until the little girl beside Lan cried, "Mommy, I don't want a shot!" that Sang Shang recognized the stubborn voice. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back and looked closely at the little girl: short hair, bright and unrestrained eyes. Sang Shang asked, "Is this Lan?" Tears welled up as soon as the words left her lips. Lan looked at her in surprise: "Sang Shang!" she called out clearly. Her tone was different from her previous worldly and smooth manner. "Yes, I'm Sang Shang." Lan's eyes lit up instantly, the thick eyeshadow unable to conceal their brightness and unrestrained spirit. The two stood there, tears streaming down their faces, motionless.

"Mommy, is this the Aunt Sangshang you always talk about?" The little girl's voice finally made them hug each other and cry.

As they left the hospital, Lan asked, "Sangshang, what would you like to drink?" "Mom, Aunt Sangshang probably still prefers bitter tea," Lan's daughter chimed in. Lan and Sangshang exchanged a smile.

Lan is very happy. She married a man who loves her and whom she loves in return, and she has a daughter who looks just like her.

Looking at the happy Lan, Sang Shang thought of Yu, and wondered if he was also very happy and had a daughter who looked a lot like Jie.

When Sang first met Lan, she never mentioned Yu. Even though she kept thinking about Yu and Jie's happy life as she looked at the little girl who resembled Lan so much, she didn't ask anything. She remembered that her separation from Lan in college was because of Yu. Lan understood her in many ways, but in matters of love, Lan could never understand her. Who could understand the long days she spent waiting for Yu on the Bridge of Helplessness? And Yu? Could Yu understand?

Sang Shang resumed her previous relationship with Lan, but Lan was no longer the bright-eyed, unrestrained girl she once was. She would never again publicly put her arm around Sang Shang's shoulder and say, "This is my wife." Sang Shang liked Lan's unrestrained daughter, a girl who bore too much of Lan's past. At first, she would call out, "Aunt Sang Shang, come with me..." She would often run to the hospital where Sang Shang worked after school, watching Sang Shang calmly perform her demanding work, and then pestering her to accompany her on personal matters after work. As she gradually became more familiar with Sang Shang, she began calling out, "Sang Shang, let's go to..." Lan would always criticize her daughter for this, saying, "How dare you call me 'Sang Shang'!" But Sang Shang's eyes would well up with tears when she heard such a form of address. The 14-year-old girl liked to confidently link arms with Sang Shang in the street, arguing with her on equal terms.

Lan was always very busy; work and life kept her rushing around like a whirlwind, so she rarely had time to talk or have tea with Sang Shang. Lan looked at Sang Shang apologetically, "Oh, Sang Shang, I'm sorry, I've been too busy."

Sang Shang smiled and shook her head. When Lan saw her daughter call out "Sang Shang" loudly and naturally, she apologized to Sang Shang, saying, "Sang Shang, we've spoiled her." Sang Shang shook her head and smiled again, her face calm and serene.

But when she turned to leave Lan, a few tears were on her face.

Lan's daughter once asked Sang Shang, "Sang Shang, why don't you get married?" Sang Shang replied, "Nobody wants me." The girl looked quite indignant: "Those lousy men have no taste!" Looking into her bright and unrestrained eyes, seeing her clear joy and anger, Sang Shang sometimes felt a pang of heartache when faced with that frank expression, thinking: Could this be Lan in the future?

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Reply [28]: One day, when Sang Shang was about to go out for tea with the girl, the man who had always liked her came to ask her to have tea, and the three of them went together.

The man spoke very little, and Sang Shang didn't say much either. Throughout the tea-drinking process, only the girl's voice could be heard. She quickly recounted many interesting things happening around her, and Sang Shang and the man laughed. But whenever Sang Shang and the man spoke, the girl would look at them slyly, grinning in a very mysterious way.

On the way back, the girl asked Sang Shang, "Sang Shang, did that person love you very much?" Sang Shang replied, "I don't know." "Why?" "I don't know why." Sang Shang suddenly couldn't hold back her tears. The girl patted Sang Shang's hand: "Sang Shang, you have a story." She said, "My mother once told me a story. In college, she loved two people the most, a girl and a boy. She openly loved the girl but didn't dare to express her love for the boy. But one day, the girl she loved most frankly pursued the boy, saying she loved them both too much and couldn't bear it. Sang Shang, do you know this story?" Sang Shang was stunned, remembering that dance party, when Lan forcefully pulled her hand and squeezed through the crowd, Lan stubbornly saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'll introduce you to one last person." Lan said, "How did you become such a self-disciplined person?" Lan said, "You're not the same person you used to be." There were many things that could make her sad, and Lan had no reason not to be sad.

Sang Shang, Sang Shang, while you stubbornly wait for your own happiness, how many people who care about you have you hurt?

When Sangshang saw Lan again, he suddenly wondered if the busy Lan was truly happy. Lan always laughed loudly and cheerfully, and liked to say, "Sangshang, I'm most satisfied with this." Sangshang always maintained a slight smile.

One day, not long after Sang Shang got off work, Lan called her: "Sang Shang, I want to see you."

But Lan wasn't waiting for her at the teahouse with its soothing music they often frequented; instead, she was waiting at a nightclub filled with loud music and the stench of restless bodies. Lan drank glass after glass of strong liquor without giving any reason. Sang Shang looked at her, silent. Lan said, "Sang Shang, why aren't you drinking?" Sang Shang still didn't say anything. Suddenly, Lan burst into tears: "Why do I still love that man? Why should I be the one loving that irresponsible man?" Sang Shang suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, a sense of foreboding rapidly growing within her.

She remained silent, staring at Lan's reddened eyes. "Sang Shang, Yu has a terminal illness! Sang Shang, Sang Shang..." Sang Shang's heart turned pale instantly. "I've always loved him, so much, Sang Shang, you say you love him, but do you love him as much as I do? My love transcends lifetimes, that's why I'm angry that you love him. But Yu, what about Yu? Even after he married Jie, I still loved him, I didn't want any outcome. But, but, why does Yu always get divorced in less than a year? Why does Yu only like beautiful and intelligent women? Why? Why is the man I love toying with the feelings of women in this world?..." Lan grabbed Sang Shang's hand, speaking as she downed large glasses of wine.

Sang Shang let her hold her hand and let her talk incessantly. Sang Shang didn't know how to say it, she just kept saying the same word, "wind".

Lan was drunk, completely intoxicated. Sang Shang helped her out of the nightclub. A gentlemanly man said, "Miss, would you like me to help you?" Sang Shang shook her head. For some reason, she felt that the drunk Lan was very light.

That night, Lan slept in Sang Shang's small home. In the middle of the night, Lan vomited, but nothing dirty came out; just clear water with a faint fragrance. As Sang Shang cleaned up Lan's vomit, tears streamed down her face, large drops falling heavily into the fragrant air.

Lan slept soundly afterwards, while Sang Shang, watching her face without heavy makeup, couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, the first thing Lan asked after waking up was, "Sang Shang, did I say anything?" Sang Shang smiled at her, a very gentle smile, "No, you went to sleep after drinking." Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu was staying at the same hospital as Sang Shang, and Sang Shang went to see him.

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Reply [29]: Yu lay on the bed with his eyes closed. When Sang Shang, wearing a white coat, came in, Yu suddenly opened his eyes, but disappointment flashed across his face. Yu had obviously gained a lot of weight, and there were obvious signs of excessive drinking on his face. But standing by Yu's bedside, Sang Shang still saw the same Feng through that fat and deformed face, the elegant and refined Feng, the dashing Feng. Sang Shang looked at him quietly, and Yu opened his eyes, which had closed again, and asked in surprise, "Doctor, is there anything I can help you with?" Sang Shang shook his head: "Just checking how your condition is." Yu smiled: "What can I do? What does life or death matter?" Sang Shang also smiled: "Yes, what can I do? It's just a matter of lifetimes." Sang Shang turned and left. "Doctor." It was Yu calling. Sang Shang turned back, smiled gently, and looked at Yu with gentle eyes. "Doctor, could you come by every day?" Sang still smiled calmly, but Yu seemed flustered for some reason: "Don't misunderstand, I have a lot of things I want to tell someone, but I can't find anyone." "Oh." Yu looked up, his expression surprisingly calm: "I don't know why, but seeing you gives me a feeling of wanting to confide in you." Sang looked at Yu's face, the sickness spreading across it. She nodded hastily and then quickly left.

Standing by the window of her little house that day, Sang Shang's thoughts were filled with only that familiar tune: "Let's make a promise to each other for a hundred years."

However, Sang Shang didn't visit Yu within a week. When Lan's daughter came to see Sang Shang, she whispered mysteriously in Sang Shang's ear, "Sang Shang, do you know? The person Mom loves has a terminal illness." Sang Shang asked, "What has your mother been doing lately?" The girl pouted, "Mom is so heartless, she hasn't changed at all." Then she suddenly changed her mind, saying, "No, maybe Mom is very sad, but Mom has unspeakable suffering." Sang Shang looked at the little girl's bright, spirited face and her unrestrained eyes with surprise. The girl laughed, "Sang Shang, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?" Sang Shang casually patted her head, "Little child, what do you know?" About a week after Sang Shang visited Yu, just as Sang Shang was about to go home, she heard someone call, "Sang Shang." It was Yu's attending physician. Sang Shang's heart clenched, and all the blood in her body seemed to drain away. "Sang Shang, one of my patients, Yu, said you are a friend of his, and he wants you to have time to talk to him." Sang Shang nodded, "I understand."

The next day, Sang went to see Yu. Through the glass door, she saw a young, beautiful woman sitting by Yu's bedside, gently feeding him. Sang turned and left, unsure of her reason for being there. But the following day, Yu's attending physician saw her and still said, "Sang, why didn't you go?" Sang replied, "He should have his family with him more." "Oh dear, speaking of his family, this man is truly something else. The beautiful women he dumped don't hate him at all; they all came back to see him while he was sick. To be a man like that..." Sang suddenly wanted to hear Yu tell his story.

The pale rays of the setting sun slanted into the white hospital room, casting a bright yet desolate glow on Yu's face. The moment Sang Shang stepped into the room, she seemed to see Feng, dressed in a long white robe, smiling as he turned back, looking at Qiqi's smiling face as the sedan curtain was lifted. Sang Shang stood at the doorway, unwilling to move.

Yu suddenly opened his eyes, saw Sang Shang, and said with a smile, "Doctor, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Sang smiled and said, "You were sleeping very well just now, I didn't want to wake you." Yu looked surprised, frowned, and then said, "There's something I've never understood. Oh well, there are too many things in my life that I don't understand."

Yu asked, "Doctor, have you heard my story?" Sang Shang replied, "A little." Yu looked at Sang Shang and asked, "What little?" There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. Sang Shang said seriously, "You are a very charming man." Yu sighed softly, "I wonder if my life has been a mistake." "Doctor, do you believe in reincarnation?" Sang Shang was stunned. Yu, do you believe in reincarnation? But she smiled, "I believe." And how many things can be believed, and how many things cannot?

Yu said, "If I told you that my lover from my past life and I made a promise to love each other in this life, would you be surprised?" Sang Shang simply said, "Go ahead and tell me."

Yu told the story of his past life, the story that Sang Shang had rehearsed in his heart many times.

Yu said, "We made a promise to love each other in this life, but I have searched for her my whole life and I have not found her."

Sang asked, "Didn't you get married many times?" "That's because they all had similarities to her, but after getting married, I realized that none of them were her."

The ward was silent.

Sang Shang said, "I think I should go."

Yu said, "Thank you, doctor. Could you come often in the future?"

Sang Shang smiled gently: "Get some rest and don't think about all sorts of random things."

After leaving the hospital, Sang Shang went to Lan's house. Lan's daughter greeted Sang Shang with a pout: "Sang Shang, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Where have you been?" Sang Shang patted her head: "Sang Shang went to chat with an uncle." "Is it the uncle who brought you flowers?" The girl's eyes lit up. Sang Shang couldn't help but smile.

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Reply [30]: Sang Shang did not go to see Yu after that, she never did, even though Yu kept sending her messages asking her to go, Sang Shang always refused on the grounds that she was too busy.

During that time, Sang Shang frantically saw patients one after another, becoming so busy that she had no time for herself. Everyone, seeing how hard she was working, advised her to take care of her health. Sang Shang remained gentle and smiling, but ignored everyone's advice.

When the girl came to see Sang Shang, she mostly saw him busy. The girl stopped talking incessantly; sometimes she would do her homework on Sang Shang's desk, and sometimes she would silently watch him working. But one time, when the exhausted Sang Shang was walking home with the girl, the girl suddenly said, "Sang Shang, I feel so sorry for you to be torturing yourself like this."

But does Sang Shang feel sorry for herself? But she's not tired, really not tired.

One day, Sang Shang had just finished treating a critically ill patient and was about to treat the next one when she heard a nurse say, "That Yu seems to be dying." Sang Shang stood there blankly, and her assistant called out, "Sister Sang Shang."

Sang Shang ran towards Yu's ward like a madwoman; at that moment, she was running through the season when the grass and trees in Jiangnan were growing wildly.

There was crying in Yu's hospital room, but Yu, who had given up on treatment, lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Sang Shang rushed to Yu's bedside. Yu managed a weak smile: "Doctor." Sang Shang nodded. Yu said again, "I feel like I know you so well." Sang Shang said, "When you were a senior, I desperately pursued you. I'm Lan's silly friend from medical school." Yu paused, then said, "I'm sorry." Sang Shang shook her head. Yu asked, "How is Lan?" "She's fine." "Please tell her that I understand many things."

Yu's breathing became labored. He looked around at the many faces and said to Sang Shang, "The only one I'm waiting for is her, but where is she?" Sang Shang said, "Perhaps in the next life." Yu shook his head: "I don't have much energy left to wait for the next life. Perhaps I will become dust." Sang Shang turned his head away, not wanting to look at Yu's handsome face.

Yu's breathing became increasingly labored, but his eyes remained wide open. Sang Shang looked at his face and heard someone around her say, "Yu, just go in peace." Yu did not respond; his eyes held a deep loneliness that spanned two lifetimes, and the stubbornness of the wind that Sang Shang was familiar with.

Sang Shang suddenly grabbed Yu's hand: "Yu, have you ever heard a song like this?"

"Let's be bound together, you and I have made a pact to live for a hundred years. If either of us dies at the age of ninety-seven, we shall wait for each other for three years on the Bridge of Helplessness."

Sang Shang's gentle voice floated in the air, a melody in a language only Yu could understand.

Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and he gripped Sang Shang's hand tightly, calling out clearly, "Qiqi." Then his gaze glazed over, and a muffled sentence escaped his throat. Only Sang Shang knew that he had said, "Missing this moment, I've missed a lifetime." Tears welled up in Sang Shang's eyes and fell onto Yu's hand. Yu's eyes slowly closed, a faint smile on his face.