HEIFEIGU -Chapter 156

In late September, Qian Shuyun took Xie Jixing with him.

Xie Jixing brought along Yin Wenshan, Yue Qinyao, and A-Ji.

A-Ji in turn brought Zhu Qian, and they went abroad.

Both Qian Shuyun and Zhu Qian had experience living overseas, so this time they didn’t bring too many staff members—otherwise, it would be inconvenient to enjoy themselves.

He had already sorted the larger luggage and shipped it ahead.

On the day they went to the airport, Qian Shuyun pushed both their suitcases by himself, intentionally slowing down.

But Xie Jixing still shuffled along behind sluggishly.

He held a milk tea in his left hand and occasionally rubbed his lower back with his right.

His eyes were slightly swollen under sunglasses, and there were a few small cracks on his lips.

His voice was hoarse too.

Probably from calling “husband” so enthusiastically last night.

Through the red-swollen eyes behind the sunglasses, he glared at Qian Shuyun, patiently waiting ahead.

When did he develop this annoying habit of jealousy, refusing to get out of bed?

If it weren’t for his strong constitution, he might not have made it out of the country today.

Puffing up his cheeks, Xie Jixing gritted his teeth and entered the VIP lounge with Qian Shuyun.

As soon as they entered, an electric wheelchair glided smoothly toward them with a soft whoosh…, and on it sat a doll.

Zhu Qian had actually prepared an electric wheelchair for A-Ji.

The doll wore a couple’s outfit matching Zhu Qian’s, even down to the accessories and sunglasses.

If one didn’t look closely at the doll’s joints, one would swear it was a real person.

The wheelchair stopped in front of them as Qian Shuyun watched the doll’s finger lightly press the button.

“That doll is…?” Qian Shuyun whispered to Xie Jixing.

“It’s A-Ji,” Xie Jixing admitted with envy at the automatic wheelchair, his gaze fixed on it. “The original owner of this body.”

He pointed to his nose, trying to spark a little shame in Qian Shuyun.

But it had no effect. Instead, Qian Shuyun pulled him over and kissed his ear in front of the doll.

“But now you’re just you,” Qian Shuyun said, nibbling playfully on his earlobe, “you really know how to hit my weak spot.”

Xie Jixing felt a bit guilty, unconsciously relaxing his body and leaning into Qian Shuyun, letting him rub his back.

A-Ji, unwilling to consume more dog food, pressed the button again.

The wheelchair turned a corner and quickly sped away.

Xie Jixing followed it with his eyes, genuinely envious. “Ah, it’s so nice not having to walk!”

Qian Shuyun smiled and tilted his head back, continuing to rub his back. “Want me to carry you onto the plane later?”

Xie Jixing swatted his hands away from his back and bared his teeth at him. “Back off.”

Playful and cheeky, enough to make one angry.

A-Ji steered the wheelchair over to Zhu Qian.

Since the wheelchair battery couldn’t go on the plane, Zhu Qian lifted him out, placed him comfortably on the sofa, and carefully adjusted his posture before taking care of the luggage himself.

Yin Wenshan looked on with envy.

He was also eyeing A-Ji’s electric wheelchair.

No need to float around personally.

“Our Haunted Travel Gang just got a spoiled addition.”

Jealousy made Yin Wenshan’s ghostly aggression spike, and he floated over to the doll to stir up trouble.

Not a word about how well off he was now.

Today, he wore the new linen suit Xie Jixing had sent over and sunglasses specially fitted by Qian Shuyun.

Dragging seven or eight paper luggage boxes full of outfits for visiting different countries with ghostly energy.

“Don’t mind him!”

Yue Qinyao floated to A-Ji, lifting her tiny bound feet.

“I didn’t even mind floating, but he still complains.”

Big sister’s unconditional pampering of her brother.

Teacher Yin, having failed to get onto the wheelchair, was scolded, then dragged his luggage matrix to the snack area.

Those tiny bound feet were now in beautiful patent Mary Janes with pearl buttons.

The doll slightly lifted its head to look up.

Yue Qinyao had removed the constricting Xiuhé outfit and worn a French-style floral dress.

V-neckline revealed a graceful collarbone and large stretches of pale skin, with a hint of subtle curves.

Her usually tied-up long black hair was down today, styled into big waves.

A decorative pearl hairpin clipped on her bangs.

A very stylish, yet eerie, look.

A-Ji’s ethereal voice sounded, “Sister, you look really beautiful today,” seeing no one was paying attention.

Truly a beloved brother!

Yue Qinyao blushed at the compliment and floated over to the full-length mirror to check herself out.

This trip abroad made her happiest.

During her life, before marriage, she was a secluded lady in her family home.

Rarely stepping out of the main gate, not even leaving her yard much.

After marriage, she was confined to the rear courtyard of her husband’s house.

The only time she got to break free was before her death, when Chun Ya carried her across half a city.

After death, she was trapped in a decaying well for hundreds of years.

Yue Qinyao never imagined she would one day travel overseas.

Before departure, Xie Jixing sensed her mood and prepared many new outfits for her.

Big sister’s paper luggage boxes were packed to the brim.

Clothes were easy to handle, but her bound feet—toes curled under—meant there were no ready-made shoes.

To match her dresses, Xie Jixing specially had several pairs of shoes custom-made.

Not only was the heel higher than normal shoes, the soles had extra cushioning.

Ghosts floated; they didn’t walk, so it didn’t matter if toes hurt.

Though she said, “No need, no need,” she nearly cried when she received the shoes.

Aside from Chun Ya, no one had cared for her this way.

The shackles binding her were finally all gone.

She could wear all kinds of beautiful clothes and take selfies with her paper phone.

The plane roared to life. Qian Shuyun tucked earplugs into the already sleeping Xie Jixing’s ears and covered him with a small blanket.

He rested as well.

The two ghosts watched the in-flight movie enthusiastically.

Zhu Qian held the doll’s hand, composing music on a tablet.

Their first stop was the city where Pearl lived.

This city was long shrouded in mist, always requiring an umbrella outside, giving it a mysterious romance.

No one recognized them here, which was a relief for Xie Jixing, who had recently been chased everywhere by screaming fans.

Yue Qinyao turned her head around, taking a 360° look—everything felt so novel.

Previously excited Yin Wenshan now looked gloomy.

Pearl was a warm, energetic older sister.

Tall and slender, with healthy wheat-colored skin, she waved at Xie Jixing and the others with a radiant smile.

In her hands was a flamboyant sign, made especially to welcome them at the airport.

She had also booked a restaurant for a welcome dinner, hoping to give them a small culinary shock.

Qian Shuyun and Zhu Qian adjusted fairly well.

Xie Jixing, however, was truly shocked.

He looked at the row of fish heads in the flatbreads, all lifting their heads and staring dead at him. Their expressions were complex as they turned toward Pearl.

He even entertained a conspiratorial thought—maybe this sister harbored some grudge against them.

Recently, Yue Qinyao had learned from social media to “eat with your phone first.”

Now she held a paper prop phone to take photos, and even the eerie energy around her seemed to tremble slightly.

These fish seemed more restless in death than even her, a fierce ghost.

Yin Wenshan’s expression was also hard to describe.

He shook his head, a tone of disdain in his voice.

“I never expected that even after more than a hundred years, they’d still serve distinguished guests with this kind of food.”

So, according to Teacher Yin, this thing was really supposed to entertain VIPs?

Xie Jixing’s complex gaze instantly shifted to sympathy.

The people here really had it rough—this food wasn’t even as good as the film crew’s boxed meals!

Pearl almost laughed at the unhidden expression on his face.

This city had always been called a food paradise, but in most situations, people would still pretend.

She had never encountered such honest disdain before.

Xie Jixing lowered his head and fumbled in his suitcase, pulling out an unopened bottle of chili sauce and handing it to Sister Pearl.

“Wow!” Pearl genuinely adored this younger brother. She complimented the bottle of chili sauce with heartfelt sincerity. “This is real hard currency.”

“Others will be envious for a long time,” he said.

“Thank you, darling.”

She even leaned in voluntarily to give Xie Jixing a hug.

She had heard that foreigners were this open.

But why did it feel like she was teasing him a little?

Xie Jixing’s ears turned red as he bent over, stabbing the sauce with a fry.

Because of this little episode, the distance between them quickly closed.

Pearl was extremely professional in marketing cultural products and very sensitive to the market.

During the meal, she suggested that if Yin Wenshan’s films were still in existence, she would like to organize a film exhibition.

This reminded Qian Shuyun—he practically had all of Yin Wenshan’s works.

They had already done high-definition digital restorations for a theater. Why not take advantage of the momentum and hold an exhibition?

A new project had emerged from the very first meal.

The discussion about Yin Wenshan became lively, but the ghost himself listened somewhat listlessly.

He drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the city streets lit by early evening lights.

Xie Jixing’s gaze followed him worriedly and quietly said to Qian Shuyun, “I’m going out for some fresh air.”

He brought Yue Qinyao along and walked to stand beside Yin Wenshan.

“Teacher Yin, something’s off. What’s going on?”

Yin Wenshan looked back at them.

“Just feeling a bit nostalgic.”

“Back then, my father, my sister, and I, along with patriotic compatriots, went abroad to study industry. The first stop was here.”

“When I set foot on this land, I felt it was like a completely different world from home.”

“Everything here was wonderful, everything was new. The streets were filled with steam cars, and even electric lamps lined the roads.”

“No roaming destitute people, no elderly or children collapsed by the roadside with no one to care.”

“I truly envied it—I envied it with burning eyes.”

“At that time, I thought, when would my country look like this?”

Yin Wenshan’s gaze drifted into the distance, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

“But revisiting this place today, I realize that what I once saw as an insurmountable gap has long been bridged.”

“My country is now, like this place, strong, prosperous, and perhaps even more beautiful.”

“Time passes, just a hundred years…”

“If only my father and sister could see it with their own eyes, how wonderful that would be.”