Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 113 Fourteen Letters

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Fourteen Letters

Nostalgia is a rope, one end in the present, the other in the past.

Guided by Feifei’s longing, Shen Siyuan found her father, Sun Yunyou.

Sun Yunyou didn’t want to avoid visiting his wife and daughter, it was beyond his control.

For some reason, Sun Yunyou’s soul became fragmented and dazed beyond recognition, mindlessly repeating the tasks of his living days, oblivious to the fact that he had passed away.

Without Shen Siyuan’s intervention, he wouldn’t know how long it would take to come to his senses, or if he would eventually be eroded by time and dissolve into the ether.

But due to Feifei’s connection, Shen Siyuan found him and brought him into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, restoring his awareness, making today’s reunion possible.

"Mom, didn’t I tell you dad would come back?"

Feifei was very happy today, her little face beaming with pride as she said this to Zhu Xiaolan for the fifth time.

"Yes, yes, our Feifei is the most amazing."

Zhu Xiaolan peeled a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth, but her gaze fell upon Sun Yunyou.

Sun Yunyou briefly recounted the events, then said, "In short, Mr. Shen is a very capable and special person. Don’t think too much about it, just being able to see you and our daughter again is fortunate enough."

Despite his words, Zhu Xiaolan still couldn’t help but ask, "Who is Mr. Shen exactly? And why did he help us?"

"That, you’ll have to ask your daughter," he replied. "Mr. Shen said it was because of Feifei’s commission, and she provided him with compensation."

Sun Yunyou looked down at Feifei, who was hugging his leg and sitting on his foot.

"Compensation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaolan seemed to anticipate something unpleasant, her complexion instantly turning pale.

Words like soul, youth, lifespan, future, and so on, flickered through her mind one by one.

"Feifei, what did the sister’s brother say to you?"

"He said he’d call dad to come back to celebrate my birthday with me, and he made a pinky promise too," said Feifei, innocently.

"Is that all he said? Nothing else? Like about the compensation?" Zhu Xiaolan asked nervously.

Sun Yunyou appeared to want to speak several times, but ultimately remained silent, allowing her to communicate with their daughter on her own.

"What’s compensation?" Feifei looked puzzled.

"It’s like... it’s like he helped you find dad, so you have to give him something in thanks, just like when you buy something from a store, you have to give money to the owner..."

Zhu Xiaolan tried hard to explain, to make sure Feifei understood what she was saying.

"Two coins."

Feifei gestured an OK sign with her small hand.

"Two coins?"

"Yeah, I helped mom with chores, and mom rewarded me with those," she said.

Zhu Xiaolan remembered that indeed there was such an occasion, but it wasn’t two coins, it was two yuan.

Could it really just be a reward of two yuan?

Feifei went on to say, "He only took two coins and didn’t take my bottle cap."

Feifei seemed quite happy.

Zhu Xiaolan frowned slightly, not getting the answer she was looking for from Feifei.

"Could it really just be a good Samaritan?"

"He’s also a very handsome one," said Feifei.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaolan laughed, "Maybe I am indeed overthinking it."

Before her husband passed away, she wasn’t like this. But after his death, she harbored enormous malice towards this world, always on guard to ensure that her daughter would not be harmed, to feel safe.

"You might indeed be overthinking. Considering Mr. Shen with such divine skills, if he really wanted to do something to us, could we resist? There’s absolutely no need for any of this," Sun Yunyou reassured.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaolan could only let go of her vague worries.

Just as her husband had said, they were just ordinary citizens. If someone with such great power really wanted to do something to them, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

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Feifei looked at the bubbles rising in the beer and asked curiously, "Dad, does beer taste good?"

"Want to try?" Sun Yunyou asked with a smile.

Zhu Xiaolan had prepared a table full of dishes, extremely lavish, with an unopened cake in the center of the table.

At that moment, Feifei was holding a chicken wing in one hand and a drumstick in the other, her little face greasy, looking like a dirty little kitten.

Hearing dad asking if she wanted to try, she glanced at the juice in front of her, then nodded quickly.

So Sun Yunyou dipped a chopstick in the beer and gave her a little taste.

Then the little one scrunched her eyebrows.

"Ptooey~ Ptooey~ Ptooey..."

Saliva splattering, most of the dishes were contaminated. The room was filled with laughter.

This was the happiest day the little one had since losing her dad.

Dad said, when buying fish, one must pick the liveliest one; the liveliest fish tastes the best. Feifei must be tasty too, so she secretly licked her arm...

Dad said, when watching cartoons, to stay two Feifeis away from the TV; I lay on the ground and measured myself twice...

Dad said, beer tastes good, but when I tried it, it didn’t taste good at all. It must be because I’m not an adult yet...

Dad said, when walking on the street, to hold mom’s hand tight, to prevent her from getting lost...

Dad said, riding on his shoulders, I could touch the sky with my hand. I didn’t touch the sky, but I touched dad’s head...

Dad said, when I grow up, I’d be able to chase the winds in the sky like a waterbird, I turned to look behind me, wondering why I don’t have wings...

Dad said, Feifei is still a child, eat when hungry, sleep when tired, always be happy...

...

Looking at his daughter in his arms, Sun Yunyou’s face revealed a trace of tenderness.

Then he gently put her onto the little bed. It was now past nine in the evening, and it was completely dark outside.

Zhu Xiaolan hugged Sun Yunyou from behind, tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her own body.

She knew his time was not much longer.

After the couple exchanged tenderness for a while, Sun Yunyou sat at the desk, took out the stationery he had bought that day, with Zhu Xiaolan clinging closely by his side.

"I won’t be able to accompany her through the rest of her life, but I hope that before she comes of age, she can receive a letter from me on each birthday."

Dear baby: I am dad. First of all, happy fifth birthday to you. After your birthday, you will go to kindergarten senior class...

...

Dear baby: I am dad. Happy thirteenth birthday to you. In a few days, when school starts, you will be a middle school student...

...

Dear baby: I am dad. Happy eighteenth birthday. I am sorry I have been away from you for so long. Now that you’re eighteen and an adult, you have grown wings and can soar freely in the sky. But remember, don’t fly too far away from mom...

Fourteen letters in total, each one stained with tears.

In the end, he drew a circle on his daughter’s wrist with a water pen, and a circle on his own wrist.

Goodbye, baby.