I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 100 Agreement_1

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Agreement_1

"Old gentleman, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Tell us, and we’ll help you."

Although Wu Qiyi couldn’t see the elderly man, she still spoke in the direction the voice was coming from.

"Right, we will definitely help!"

Yang Kai said with a serious look on his face.

"Sigh—" A long sigh preceded the old man’s words, "I just can’t let go."

"Can’t let go of what?" asked Hu Meili, who was the closest to the old man but couldn’t see anything.

"I... just want to know what exactly she wrote in that letter."

It turned out that the old man couldn’t let go of a particular matter. He and his wife were both born into feudal families; their union was a result of parental arrangement and matchmaking, without a trace of affection between them—they had not even met before.

The couple constantly clashed in temperament. For over eighty years of marriage, it was nothing but endless bickering and arguments.

In the old man’s own words, he was a traditional Chinese man, raised on the Four Books and Five Classics, with a rather constrained way of thinking, while she was like the Monkey King, unaffected by the constraints of feudal ethics, having been educated in Western ways. They never reached an agreement on their views on matters.

"Eighty years, wow, that’s so romantic." At this point, Hu Meili was starry-eyed, even her eyes were a bit red.

"What’s romantic about that? The old lady and I have been quarreling for eighty years," the elderly man exclaimed with a sigh.

You looked at the old man and asked, "Old gentleman, is it your wife that you can’t let go of?"

The old man shook his head, "That old lady, there’s nothing pressing for me to let go of, she’s tough."

"Then who can’t you let go of? Could it be another woman?" Yang Kai blurted out, then suddenly realized that several girls around him were glaring at him with murderous looks. He quickly shrank his head and said with a smirk, "Sorry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

"Because we were always arguing, she also made several attempts to divorce me, but I was stubborn in my thinking and repeatedly refused. Later, the old lady and I made a pact. Every ten years, we would each write a letter to the other, pouring all our complaints into it, and agreed that when one of us passed away, the other would open the letters. Although I passed away, those letters were always on my mind; I just want to know how much she resented me over the years."

Hearing this, you suddenly understood that what the old man was really holding onto was not the letters, but his wife of eighty years.

Huh?

Why are my glasses heating up again?

Damn, it’s so hot, it’s making me sweat...

All you boys turn your heads away, pretend to wipe the sweat, and quietly wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes.

"Old gentleman, do you want to see those letters?"

"Mm," the elderly man nodded.

"Where are the letters? I’ll go get them for you right now," Yang Kai said eagerly as he stood up, his eyes the reddest of all.

"Can’t see them, they were all burned. A big fire years ago burned half of my house, and all the letters I wrote to her and she to me were burned, sigh..."

Sighing seemed to have become a habit for the old man, indicating that for the past eighty years, he had been constantly sighing, perhaps over the trivial matters of life, or his own acknowledgment of an unsatisfying marriage.

"To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be the one to untie it. Old gentleman, I think you should go back and have a proper meeting with her, say all you want to say, let go of all the regrets and entanglements. Only then, in the next life, will you be able to continue your fate."

"Next, next life?" The old man was startled, clearly having never considered this. He quickly floated over to Wu Qiyi and asked, "Is there really a next life?"

"Theoretically, there should be," you walked over to the old man, "but we’re not certain if you’ll be together in the next life. However, at least in this life we shouldn’t leave any regrets, right?"

As you spoke these words, Wu Qiyi looked up at you, her eyes carrying an inscrutable glint.

You finally convinced the old man, and it was getting late. Wu Qiyi and you took on the responsibility for this matter, while everyone else headed back to the dorms at Jiangzhe University.

Wu Qiyi was driving, with you and Lin Panxia sitting in the passenger seat. The little girl was very clingy, hugging your arm and chattering happily.

The old man sat in the front passenger’s seat, now and then looking at Wu Qiyi, then at you, and again at Lin Panxia, scratching his head in confusion. Clearly, he hadn’t figured out the relationship between the three of you.

But after all, the old man had life experience; he didn’t say anything more, just as Wu Qiyi had said earlier: to untie the bell, the person who tied it must untie it themselves. Some matters can only be resolved by the parties involved, and outsiders can only watch and decide not to remind them.

The old man’s residence was not far from No. 72, Baojia Street—an estimated ten-minute drive.

This was an area full of old houses, each standalone, built in the common Ming and Qing architectural styles of Jiangnan.

Yet, once there, the old man was lingering in front of his own house.

"Old gentleman, why aren’t you going in?"

"I... it’s not right for me to go in."

"Why can’t you go in?" Seeing the old man’s restrained expression, you couldn’t help but smile. They had been together for eighty years, yet the man still couldn’t face his wife comfortably.

"Who is it out there?"

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from inside. You and Wu Qiyi exchanged glances, obviously not expecting the elderly person inside to have such good hearing.

"Grandma, hello. We’re from Jiangzhe University Detective Club, and we have something to discuss with you."

"Oh, coming."

Soon after, the door opened and an old woman with white hair at the temples walked out, leaning on a cane.

She looked at you and Wu Qiyi, asking, "What do you want with me?"

"Grandma, we learned from a source that you and your husband used to argue a lot when you were younger. Later, you agreed that every ten years, each of you would write a letter to the other, pouring your complaints into it, and you would hide it until one of you passed away, then the other would read it. Is that right?"

The old woman nodded, "That’s right. It’s just a pity that the old man didn’t live long enough to write his last letter; he left before he could. Child, whom did you hear this from?"

As she spoke, her eyes deliberately swept around her, but to no avail.

You glanced at the elderly man beside you and said with a smile, "We heard it from a relative of yours, we..."

"We would like to see those letters, if that’s okay?" Wu Qiyi suddenly interrupted you, adding a question of her own.

You looked at her in surprise, not quite understanding the intention behind her words.