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Senwen Weir chuckled lightly without answering Bai Tang's question, instead asking, "After I came to the Alliance, I went to Huaxia Restaurant to eat. I haven't had Huaxia cuisine in over twenty years, so this time I want to indulge!"
Over twenty years without Huaxia cuisine? Bai Tang felt a stir in her heart.
"Are you from another world or reborn?"
This time, Senwen Weir smiled sincerely: "Of course, I am from another world, but I crossed over when I was just born. I didn't drink Meng Po Soup, so it counts as rebirth, right? What about you? You must be from another world too, and with a Golden Finger."
Bai Tang nodded, since she had already revealed her secret, she admitted straightforwardly: "However, I crossed over from 2015."
"I crossed over from 2010." Senwen Weir excitedly wanted to shake Bai Tang's hand for a heartfelt "fellow townsfolk meeting," and asked, "There wasn't an apocalypse in 2012, right?"
"Of course not! Don't you read history books?" Bai Tang had always thought that the Future World and her life in the Twenty-First Century were different time periods of the same world, which is why she was so confused by later events.
"Hehe, I was just too excited to see a fellow townsfolk that I asked something silly. You have to understand, before I crossed over, 2012 was the hottest topic."
"I can responsibly tell you that 2012 didn't come; people lived peacefully and happily. Only Neon Country was restless and came out to compete with our Nation for Diaoyu Island..." The eager look in Senwen Weir's eyes made Bai Tang unable to stop talking. "In March of 2011, Neon Country had an earthquake that triggered a tsunami and caused severe nuclear leakage. Because iodine in salt can prevent radiation, there was a salt rush in Huaxia, with a bag of salt selling for more than ten yuan..."
"Neon Country deserves it; they got what they deserved for coveting our Nation's territory." Senwen Weir said gleefully, "But isn't it funny how our people in Huaxia were fighting over salt?"
"What’s wrong with that? Everyone values their lives; during that time, people were crazier about grabbing Banlangen than salt."
"Exactly. And tell me more about my Twenty-First Century. Domestic and international news would be great!" Senwen Weir pleaded, her eyes full of nostalgia.
"I don't remember much; I usually don't watch the news much at all, especially entertainment news." Bai Tang recalled significant events from 2011 to 2014 and said, "Let me think... At the end of 2011, the capital government issued new regulations under the guise of combating 'harmful information' on the internet to strengthen online supervision. They required microblog users to register with their real identity before being allowed to post. After several major cities implemented this, the entire Huaxia started the real-name system for microblogs... Putin was elected as President of the Russian Federation... The first aircraft carrier of Huaxia was finally launched, and the first naval aviation force was formed. The naval combat sequence gained a new main battle force, marking a new stage in the construction of carrier battle group combat capabilities... There were several plane crashes; a yacht from Korea sank, most of the victims were students... Our nation announced that families with only one child could have a second child; Zhejiang Province became the first province in the country to implement the 'two-child policy for single-child families,' followed by other regions. Subsequently, many issues like aging population and social security were widely discussed..."
Senwen Weir listened, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning, sometimes complaining... He was like a college classmate of Bai Tang who used to go out for late-night snacks and beer discussions, full of energy and vitality, unlike the Young Master who had lived in a hypocritical and treacherous environment for nearly thirty years. He looked ten years younger.
"What was your name in your past life? Where did you live?" Bai Tang asked. She thought about going to Senwen Weir's home after returning to the Twenty-First Century to help him check on his relatives and wondered, "Is there anything else you regret?"
"I am from gd Province, nh City," Senwen Weir replied.
"nh City? What a coincidence! I worked there for a while. There is a film and television city there, and my parents and I went there to have fun."
"That place? It's not that big; it's all about making money off people from outside. The environment is not as good as Gangshan Park!"
"I haven't been to Gangshan Park, just to the adjacent Qian Deng Lake Park, and I also went to Jiujiang Huangji with 'Heron Hall' and Xiqiao Mountain..." Back then, every weekend, I would go out with a few colleagues to explore half of nh City. "What about your name in your past life?"
"My past life name? I've almost forgotten it," Senwen Weir sighed sadly. "The thing I remember most clearly is that after ten years of hard work, I finally bought a house of my own, but before I could move in and enjoy it, I died. I don't know who got my house now."
In his past life, Senwen Weir was an orphan. After leaving the Orphanage at eighteen, he completed college while working part-time and eventually secured a well-paying job through hard work and ability. A child without a home longs for one, so he worked hard to earn money to buy his own house, marry a not-so-beautiful but virtuous wife, and have a lovely son. However, fate did not give him that opportunity; just when he made the down payment on the house, he was hit by a drunk driver and ended up in the future. After being reborn, Senwen Weir was initially very happy. What does an orphan desire most? Isn't it parental love? He thought he could finally have it and was even grateful to the B Driver. But soon—within half an hour of being reborn—he became disappointed. His biological mother was killed by his adoptive mother, who only used him to solidify her position and didn't care about his well-being at all. As for his father—the man who looked at him with disgust and wariness yet showed an expression of immense affection sent chills down his spine.
"In my past life, I had no attachments; even if I died, no one would be sad. However, compared to my current life, I would prefer my previous days. Now everything seems glamorous on the surface, but there are dangers everywhere; one misstep could lead to disaster. I'm exhausted from all this effort; damn it, I've really had enough." After holding back for too long, in front of his fellow townsman Bai Tang, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and vented all his frustrations, including some profanity.
"Can you help me?" Senwen Weir asked Bai Tang.
"Do you trust me?" Growing up in such an environment, Senwen Weir wouldn't easily trust anyone.
"I don't want to deceive you; I can't fully trust you either. However, as fellow travelers through time with no conflicting interests between us, I think you won't betray me. Of course, I'm not expecting you to help me," Senwen Weir spoke honestly.
"I can help you!" Bai Tang decided to assist Senwen Weir. After all, they were both from the same hometown, and he wasn't an unreasonable person. "But first things first: my ability to help is limited; don't expect me to help you kill Harry Will and Conrad Will."
"I understand, just hearing that from you makes me very satisfied." Senwen Weir smiled, raising his glass. "To our past, to our Earth, let's drink."
Bai Tang raised his glass and took a sip.
"Is your name really Bai Tang? Which city are you from? Who else is in your family?" With his purpose achieved, Senwen Weir was curious about Bai Tang's situation before the crossing. "Are you a transmigrator?"
"Yes, I am a transmigrator. I come from City D in S Province, and my family includes my mother and a three-year-old son." The disciple could also be considered a son, after all, in that world, he was Ai Wanxi's closest relative.
Senwen Weir felt sympathy; with elders above and children below, this person must be anxious about crossing over, missing the family from the Twenty-First Century—he had no idea that Bai Tang could travel back and forth between the Twenty-First Century and the future.
"S Province! I really like the food there, but I've never heard of City D."
"City D is just a third-tier city; it's normal that you haven't heard of it." Bai Tang suddenly asked, "If you had the chance to go back to the Twenty-First Century, would you choose to return or stay here?"
Senwen Weir scoffed, "Go back? How is that possible? Bai Tang, I know you want to go back, but it's not possible. You should just settle down and live here!"
"What if? What if there's a chance to go back?" Bai Tang asked seriously.
Senwen Weir stopped laughing and looked at the Flower Board without responding. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Although life in the Twenty-First Century is more stable and peaceful than now, I have no ties left there. I've lived in the Future World for nearly thirty years; I'm used to life here. I think even if I returned to the Twenty-First Century, I wouldn't adapt to life there anymore."
Then that's it—Senwen Weir didn't realize he had lost the chance to return to his original world.
"The power of your Alliance is even stronger than Will's; you actually have the qualification to attend Sean's banquet." Bai Tang changed the subject.
"My biological mother is from the Alliance," Senwen Weir said.
Bai Tang: "So?"
Senwen Weir: "My mother is named Sun Yuan, and she is the third sister of the Sun Family."
"Sun Family? The one that is comparable in power to the Sean Family?" Bai Tang was surprised.
"Yes, that's the Sun Family. I have reunited with my mother's family."
Bai Tang: "Do they know your true identity?"
Senwen Weir: "They do. There are very few people within the Alliance who know my identity, but there are some. Rather than being discovered by them, I would prefer to admit it myself to avoid any misunderstandings. The Sun Family has never given up on searching for my mother. Although my identity is awkward, they have genuinely accepted me as their descendant."
"You must be happy about that, right?"
Of course he was happy. The Sun Family had given him the familial affection he had longed for but never received. When he shared his experiences over the years with the Weir Family with the Sun Family, his cousin Sun Ding was so enraged that he almost led his men to confront the Weir Family in the Empire.
"They are my true family!" Senwen Weir's gaze softened.
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