Chapter 277: I And I Are Father And Son To Each Other
Next, the sister-in-law’s words made Fang Mu somewhat amused and exasperated. This woman actually wanted to introduce him to a match.
Fang Mu was quite understanding of this. After all, he himself looked just over thirty from the outside. Although he was an amnesiac and thus somewhat flawed, it didn’t matter. His temperament, knowledge, and so on far surpassed the other men in the village. Anyone with a bit of insight could naturally see that his background was, at the very least relative to these villagers, absolutely either rich or noble.
Moreover, Fang Mu was now helping the Village Committee with work and had even helped receive leaders from the city. After seeing him chatting happily with the leaders, the villagers, who were simple-minded yet complex in their thoughts, naturally believed Fang Mu was a capable person, and that he would make a comeback sooner or later.
Therefore, in the villagers’ eyes, Fang Mu was no different from a potential diamond bachelor. Those families with unmarried daughters all wanted to push their own daughters forward.
Of course, Fang Mu definitely declined the sister-in-law’s kindness. He was already afflicted with the curse and could barely take care of himself. He had already harmed one An Qin without changing anything, only able to watch helplessly as everything got worse. Did he have to harm another family in this lifetime?
“Oh come on, don’t be shy. That girl from Old Wang’s family is so pretty, everything about her is perky. I even had a fortune teller check her facial features—she’s definitely a husband-blessing type.” The sister-in-law thought Fang Mu was just embarrassed and hurriedly continued to persuade him.
Fang Mu was slightly silent for a moment, then said, “No thanks, sister-in-law. Actually, there’s something I think I need to tell you and Brother Fengtian.”
Fang Mu’s tone was very calm, even with a hint of a smile, but the Lin family sister-in-law felt an undeniable sense of oppression. Her usually nonstop mouth suddenly malfunctioned, and she could only nod with an awkward smile, “……Okay, okay.”
Although she didn’t know what Fang Mu was preparing to say, the Lin family sister-in-law vaguely guessed that this little brother, whom she had been around for some time, was probably about to leave.
That evening, after Lin Fengtian returned from the market, at the dinner table, Fang Mu revealed the truth about his impending departure.
After hearing it, Lin Fengtian wasn’t too surprised. From the moment he returned, he had sensed the atmosphere of a farewell dinner. He silently ate a few bites of food first, took a big gulp of wine, then sighed and said, “So, you’ve finally remembered?”
Hearing Lin Fengtian’s words, Fang Mu was stunned. “Ah?”
Fang Mu’s current expression, in Lin Fengtian’s eyes, was the embarrassment of being exposed. He had the look of someone who had long seen through the truth of all things. He took a sip of wine, savored it for a few moments, and said, “Actually, a month ago, the Law Enforcement Brigade had some news related to your family history.”
“They found my family history?” Fang Mu’s eyebrows jumped as he pointed at himself, utterly incredulous.
He, a transmigrator—how could he have any family history in this era?
Unless…
Fang Mu only felt his limbs suddenly twitch, while a chill rapidly conducted from his limbs to his brain. His heart pounded, he held his breathing, and continued to listen as Lin Fengtian spoke leisurely.
“A-Shui, actually your surname is Fang, your name is Fang Sen, the only son of the late veteran soldier Fang Peng, right?” Seeing Fang Mu’s facial expression rapidly change, Lin Fengtian smiled and shook his head, saying, “I’ve seen the old photographs of veteran soldier Fang Peng—you’re carved from the same mold, too damn similar.”
As Fang Mu listened, his brows furrowed nonstop, while his embarrassed fingers madly pinched the fabric of his pants.
If before his first transmigration could be called his first life, then in his first life he was called Fang Mu, and the second life where he married An Qin and had a son was named Fang Lin.
Every time he transmigrated, his name added one “mu” character, and now he was exactly in his third life, so being called Fang Sen seemed fine.
Fang Mu was very certain this was the naming pattern he would think of. He had always been this perfunctory with naming. When he was a writer in his first life, he was famously bad at naming in the industry.
In this way, he now knew that Fang Peng was himself from the next transmigration.
The reason he could confirm Fang Peng was his fourth life was because he knew the character “peng” was actually a homophonous substitute for four “mu” characters.
As Fang Mu listened to Lin Fengtian recount “Fang Peng’s” great achievements on the battlefield, his heart twitched. An image of a middle-aged Fang Mu appeared in his mind, then he imagined the scene of him on the battlefield with hair standing on end, heroically killing enemies.
At the same time, thinking that he had actually become his own son made Fang Mu a bit disoriented. This kind of thing was simply unbelievable.
However, it was actually quite reasonable and good, because this way he wouldn’t have to worry about being a black household next transmigration. After all, his reverse-transmigrated self could always leave an identity for his former self.
“I’m really sorry to you, A-Shui. Telling you this only now. Big brother truly treats you like a real little brother, I really couldn’t bear to tell you the fact that you no longer have family, and I never found a suitable opportunity to explain this to you.” Lin Fengtian felt some guilt.
Fang Mu gently shook his head. Even without knowing this, he had long decided to leave. It wasn’t entirely because the people in this village were increasingly treating him as one of their own. He worried that he, this cursed bitter wretch of an abnormal god, would implicate them. At the same time, he still wanted to continue his journey to lift the Toad God Curse.
“Right, A-Shui, oh, now it should be A-Sen.” Lin Fengtian patted Fang Mu’s shoulder and said, “Since you’re leaving, go to the Law Enforcement Brigade before you go. Your father left you some things.”
There was also my inheritance? Fang Mu was somewhat excited after hearing this.
The next day, after bidding farewell to the villagers and leaving the village, Fang Mu arrived at the Law Enforcement Brigade in the town. After handling some procedures there, he successfully obtained his identification card and household registration in this era, as well as “my” inheritance.
The inheritance was a somewhat rusty green-skinned iron box. When opened, inside was only a somewhat thick letter, and the rest were banknotes from past eras. These things might not fetch much money now, but in the farther future, these banknotes could exert their value.
Fang Mu didn’t plan to take that money. During his fake amnesia period, the little jobs he did in the village had accumulated some earnings—not much, but enough for him to use on the road.
Opening the envelope and reading the letter inside, the moment he saw the handwriting, Fang Mu couldn’t help but chuckle. That was indeed his handwriting, and the him living in an even more distant era hadn’t shown any obvious improvement in handwriting.
The letter read:
When you see this letter, I think you’ll know what’s going to happen. There’s only three things I want to tell you.
First, “we” are trapped in a despairing Mobius Ring, but we haven’t found a way to escape yet.
Second, we can only change ourselves.
Third, the blessings upon us are not from just one.
It’s not that I don’t want to write more details; the more I say, the easier it is to involve things outside of us, which is prohibited.
Our death will be the beginning of another us, until life ends.
Therefore, we must all live on…
A very short letter, but Fang Mu seemed to see a shocking story. Sitting on a chair in the Law Enforcement Brigade hall, cold sweat kept flowing, and the wind blowing into the room accelerated the evaporation of the cold sweat, like hastening the departure of the temperature of his life.
Why did the “we” in the first matter specifically use double quotes? If it was just to simply refer to “Fang Mu” across nonstop time periods, there was no need for special double quotes at all—Fang Mus from various time periods could realize that. Unless, the “we” here encompassed others… or non-human things.
Second matter, what did changing himself mean?
Third matter, the blessings upon us are not from just one. The abnormal deity’s blessing is also a curse—this was relatively clear, but the most frightening.
In other words, more than one abnormal god was paying attention to him. He was like a criminal waiting to be torn apart by chariots!
