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Zhong Kui's Diary
Next, we boarded the high-speed train to Moon City, with seat numbers D and F. Before getting on, I mistakenly thought that D was connected together while F was on the other side, so I specifically warned Fatty, "You sit in seat F later. Don't make me beat you in front of everyone; that would hurt our brotherly bond, you know?"
Fatty waved his ticket and shouted defiantly, "You're going to beat me anyway, so what brotherly bond is there? It's only right to sit according to the ticket. Am I wrong for following the rules? My ticket says it; even if you kill me, I won't give it up!"
When we reached our seats, I realized that according to international conventions, for seats A, B, D, E, and F, A and F are window seats while D is an aisle seat. Since the second-class seats on the high-speed train have three seats on one side and two on the other, there is no E seat. In first class, if there are two seats on each side, then there are no B or E seat numbers. This means that Yang Guo'er and I were meant to sit together.
As the train started moving, Yang Guo'er sat by the window, eagerly watching the scenery fly by outside. She chatted with me about various topics from the south to the north and hummed a song softly when there was a lull in our conversation. It was a tune I had never heard before; it sounded strange yet beautiful.
"Guo'er, what song is that?" I couldn't help but ask.
"This song? My mom taught it to me. Is it nice?" Yang Guo'er tilted her head and smiled playfully at me.
"It's nice enough for me to ask you about it. Is this song a family heirloom?" I laughed and said, "By the way, where is your hometown? You've never told me."
"Did you ever ask me?" Guo'er shot back with a single line that left me speechless.
"No!" I scratched my head.
"Then that's it; since you never asked me, why should I just tell you out of nowhere?" Guo'er rolled her eyes playfully and said with a smile, "I'll give you a chance to guess three times!"
"First tell me what the prize is." After saying this, I regretted it a bit; why did I have to make myself sound like a sly merchant? Of course, couples can use this kind of teasing to be cute, but we're just guys—there's no need for such antics.
"A prize? What do you want as a prize?" Yang Guo'er looked at me with a bright smile.
"Hehe!" A loud laugh came from Fatty beside us. I almost forgot that this guy not only had good eyesight but also excellent hearing. As we chatted here, he could probably hear every word perfectly. His laughter indicated that he had already filled in his mind what kind of prize he thought I was talking about—most likely some sort of mixed doubles activity.
I took out my phone and scrolled through my photo album until I found a picture of An Ran. Without saying anything, I showed it to Fatty. He immediately put on his headphones and began humming along.
Putting my phone away, Yang Guo'er chuckled softly: "Using An Ran to threaten him is a bit excessive!"
"One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to take it. Haha, I guess you are from one of these three cities: Chongqing, Harbin, or Dalian." I didn't mention anything about the prize and directly gave three answers.
"Why these three cities?" Yang Guo'er didn't announce her answer but instead asked with great interest.
"Because these three cities produce beautiful women!"
"That's not true! I'm not from there. Let me tell you, I'm from Beijing!" Yang Guo'er said with a smile.
"Tsk tsk, the heart of the motherland. You wouldn't be a noble descendant like Lingfeng, would you?" I joked casually, but unexpectedly, Yang Gu'er's eyes flickered. My heart skipped a beat; could she really be a descendant of Noble Blood?
Unexpectedly, Yang Guo'er pointed behind me and laughed, "Someone is looking for you!"
Before I could respond, someone gently tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a beautiful flight attendant. I chuckled to myself; it turns out Guo'er saw someone looking for me and made me think she was some red second or third generation.
The flight attendant smiled at me when she saw I turned around. "Excuse me, are you Zhong Zhengnan, Mr. Zhong?"
I nodded in surprise, wondering how my name had become so well-known. This beauty wasn't looking for my autograph, was she?
The flight attendant nodded at me. "Mr. Zhong, there is a gentleman in the Business Cabin who wants to see you. Could you please go over?"
I was taken aback for a moment and then felt a bit angry. "There are only two possibilities for me to go over: first, he is disabled; second, you are holding a gun to my head right now. Other than that, I absolutely will not go."
Why should I? I have arms and legs; if someone wants to find me, they shouldn't act so high and mighty. Do I know you that well?
Fatty noticed this and took off his headphones, standing up closely beside the beautiful flight attendant while repeatedly asking, "Ghost Brother, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
The flight attendant frowned slightly and shifted her body to maintain some distance from Fatty but still smiled at me. "Mr. Zhong, once you meet that gentleman, you'll definitely understand him."
Oh? This sounds so mysterious. Could he really be disabled?
I thought for a moment and told Fatty briefly before following the flight attendant to the Business Cabin.
The Business Cabin is the first carriage at the front of the train, featuring reclining leather sofas that are incredibly comfortable, far superior to the second-class seats I had been sitting in. To put it simply, it's like the difference between hard seats and soft sleepers.
As soon as I entered the Business Cabin, I sensed something strange about the atmosphere. Standing at the entrance was an ordinary Lean Man, around thirty years old, with a buzz cut that made him look quite spirited. At first glance, he seemed unremarkable, but upon a second look, he resembled a poised leopard, brimming with explosive energy.
The Lean Man noticed us and glanced at the attendant with an inquiring look. The attendant nodded at him, and he stepped aside slightly to open the door. The attendant then said to me, "Please come in!" before stepping back beside the Lean Man.
As the door opened, I was taken aback because the Business Cabin was empty except for a tall and handsome young man standing across from me. He smiled and waved for me to come over, moving with an effortless grace.
Seeing this made me feel irritated; how dare he expect me to walk over while he just stood there? I halted in my tracks and refused to move any closer.
The young man was momentarily stunned but then seemed to realize something. He smiled and softly said something, and immediately, an elderly voice came from one of the sofa seats: "Mr. Zhong? I apologize for not getting up to greet you."
Oh, it turned out there was an old man sitting in front. Feeling a bit ashamed, I quickly walked forward. The young man gestured for me to stand where he was as I approached. When I turned around, I realized there were not just one but two elderly men on the sofa—one sitting and one lying down. It appeared that the seated elder was attending to the one reclining.
The seated elder looked to be in his seventies or eighties; despite his age, he appeared quite vigorous. Dressed in traditional attire, his eyes sparkled with energy, and his silver beard framed a ruddy face. He must have been the one who spoke earlier.
The elder lying down looked to be at least ninety years old; his eyes were somewhat cloudy, his complexion waxy, and he was hunched over on the sofa with a blanket covering him. He looked at me and coughed before saying, "You must be Zhong Zhengnan?" His short sentence was punctuated by labored breaths.
Regardless of this elder's background, given his age, I wouldn't dare be disrespectful. I quickly replied, "Yes, that's me. May I ask why you called for me?"
The Yellow-Faced Old Man raised his hand and pointed to the Silver-Bearded Elder beside him. The Silver-Bearded Elder nodded in acknowledgment while the Yellow-Faced Old Man smiled slightly and closed his eyes as if resting.
The Silver-Bearded Elder stood up and spoke: "I am seventy-six this year; may I call you Zhong?" His voice was strong and resonant.
I smiled back and said, "Of course! May I know how to address you?" In my mind, I couldn't help but think that this old gentleman should hurry up; I had plans to return home for a date.
"I am surnamed Tang; everyone in Star City calls me Tang the Elder!" When he said this, I was taken aback. Wait a minute—Tang the Elder is the biggest mafia boss in Star City! When did he start taking trains and book a whole carriage?
It is said that Tang the Elder used to be a personal bodyguard for a high-ranking official. After that official moved to Beijing, there were plans to offer him an official position. However, coming from a martial arts family with deep-rooted traditions, Tang preferred not to mingle in politics and returned to Star City to develop his own path. With his remarkable skills and connections from the former official's patronage, he thrived in Star City.
Wait? Could this old man before me actually be that former official? That doesn't make sense; leaders of his caliber usually travel by special train. Well then, even if it’s not a special train, it wouldn’t make sense for him to be riding on a regular train with someone like me!
It seemed that he noticed my unusual expression. Tang the Elder nodded and said, "Zhong, you should have heard of me. You probably know a bit about my background. I won't hide it from you; the person in front of you is Huang Lao."
I gasped. It was really Huang Lao! I had seen his name in movies and heard stories about him. To see him in person was truly... truly... exciting! Besides excitement, I couldn't think of any other words.
"Huang Lao!" I bowed to Huang Lao and called out loudly.
Huang Lao waved his hand from the sofa, indicating that he heard me.
Seeing me show such respect to his old superior, Tang the Elder's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction. He cleared his throat and pointed to the handsome young man beside me, saying, "This is my grandson, Tang Zian."
I nodded at Tang Zian, who smiled back in response. Tang the Elder continued, "Zhong, let's get straight to the point. I'll show you something first."
I looked at Tang the Elder curiously, wondering what he would show me.
Tang the Elder took out a very ancient-looking box that was exquisitely crafted. As soon as I saw the box, I couldn't help but exclaim.
I had a similar box; it was exactly like the one Jin Manyuan gave me. I touched the pocket on my chest, and the box inside was still there. Could it be that this box contained another page of the Book of Life and Death?
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