A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 111

Master Daoqing sighed, “Madam Su, why be sad? Perhaps the bond between you two, mother and son, is not yet over. Now that your resentment has passed, why not return to the underworld first?”

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They stopped walking.

He turned around and stood there at a distance, no longer looking at anyone. Perhaps it was the moonlight that made his clothes and handsome face appear even paler, as distant and unreal as a dream.

"Brother Lan!"

"Lan'er!" Madam Su finally burst into tears, stood up, and walked unsteadily toward him.

A gust of wind blew up.

The snow-white dress fluttered and danced in the wind, dreamlike and ethereal, casting a cold and melancholic hue over the surrounding scenery. Yet, within this cool hue, there was a fleeting, dazzling brilliance.

The fleeting brilliance has deeply seeped into the soul, etched into the depths of everyone's heart, like an ancient melody, its most dazzling tune tinged with intense and profound sorrow.

Is there a voice calling from the depths of the universe?

Why not go back... go back...

All that has passed will be swept away, all stories will vanish like dust in the sands of memory, buried deep within.

It's as if nothing happened in this world; no one cares about those past stories or those past feelings anymore. But when that faintest, lightest wisp of cloud drifts by from beyond the sky, can you see the sorrow and helplessness it holds?

The white figure remained still.

However, the fluttering sleeves flew further and further away... like drifting clouds, gradually blurring in sight, leaving only a soft and graceful shadow.

Finally, it vanished.

The Epilogue of Chapter 47 of "A Dream of Transmigration from Liaozhai"

"Behave yourself! You think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing Lan'er's clothes? Come here!"

"Dad, help me!"

A seven or eight-year-old boy ran and shouted, his delicate face full of cleverness and mischief. Although he was shouting for help, he did not look scared at all.

"Call him?" She put her hands on her hips and grinned maliciously. "If he comes, I won't dare to hit you?"

"No," the little guy poked his head out from behind the rocks, his pursed lips looking quite convincing, "If Daddy hugs Mommy, Mommy won't hit me anymore."

"Nonsense! Who wanted him to hug me!" She chased after him, her face flushed. "I'll teach you a lesson today!"

The two, one big and one small, chased each other in the garden.

Suddenly, a lazy voice rang out: "Who wants me to carry them?"

A man in his thirties slowly walked out from behind the artificial rockery.

With long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a slightly upturned mouth, his mature and handsome face remained calm and wise, exuding a hint of laziness as he watched the two playfully bickering with a half-smile.

"That brat is taking me less and less seriously!" she complained angrily. "I really don't understand, Lan'er was only born half an hour earlier than him, how come she's so much more well-behaved?"

"Oh?" The man rolled up the book, put his hands behind his back, and gave the little guy a cool smirk. "In that case, he deserves a beating!"

In a short while, the little guy had quickly changed into an obedient and respectful demeanor, respectfully stepping forward with his head down and a very aggrieved look on his face: "Mom, I'm too busy being filial to you, how could I dare not put you in my eyes?"

"You still recognize me as your mother?" She looked up at the sky, snorted twice, and said, "Don't give me that. You're just pretending in front of your father. You're just using what's left over!"

"Who will use the leftovers?" He raised his long eyebrows, asking the child while glancing at her.

She blushed immediately.

"If I don't beat him up today, I'm not a Lin! And nobody can stop me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the little guy cleverly hid behind the man.

I bumped into a warm embrace.

She struggled fiercely: "Let me go! If I don't beat him up today, I'm not a Lin!"

“He deserves a beating,” the arm around her tightened, and a voice that seemed to be laughing at her rang in her ears. “But there’s something I don’t understand. How did you know he was Nian’er’s?”

Sure enough, she stopped what she was doing and chuckled smugly.

"Although he was wearing Lan'er's white clothes, and the two of them looked exactly alike, when he stood in front of me, his eyes were always darting around. Lan'er would never do that."

"Is that so?" A pair of phoenix eyes looked at the child with interest, and murmured, "It seems that if I want to do bad things in the future, I will have to train my eyesight first."

The little guy immediately nodded in understanding.

"What!" Lin Feifei's eyes widened. "You...you guys are going to be the death of me!"

He sighed softly, "Oh no, if my beloved wife gets angry, who will give Nian'er and the others a little sister?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to give birth..." Sure enough, she immediately blushed and buried herself in his warm embrace, not forgetting to give his broad chest a few light punches, though the force was negligible.

But he didn't even wink at the child.

The little guy immediately ran off with a grin.

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