Let's debut, fairy!

Chapter 50 Appearance
In the courtyard.

Meng Bai was completely confused by what his grandmother had said.

Su Xintang dreamed that her name was Su Tang. Did you also dream that your name was Su Tang?

So, this Su Tang is just something you two imagined?

There is no such person at all?
As Meng Bai pondered, he saw the old woman look up at the sky and reminisce, "It was such a long, long, and so real dream. I only slept for a short while, but it felt like I had been in a dream for months."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai communicated via voice: "And you, how long have you been in your dream?"

"It's been sporadic, only an hour or two, nowhere near as long as several months, otherwise I definitely wouldn't be in such a state of confusion," Su Xintang replied.

"So, this dream state is mainly being experienced by this old woman?"

"should be."

"But what caused this? And what is the meaning of all this?" Meng Bai couldn't figure it out.

As he pondered this, he glanced at the butterfly in his hand.

This is a butterfly that constantly changes color, and it's incredibly mesmerizing.

Looking at the butterfly, Meng Bai was reminded of the sapling he had in Hegu, the tree that had been his trumpet in Hegu.

So this butterfly is actually the Earth version of the Suxintang?
Yes, that explains it.

What is a butterfly?
Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly; butterflies are inherently related to dreams.

In other words, the fact that both of them dreamed they were Su Tang is very likely due to the butterfly's interference.

Meng Bai quickly shared his guess with Su Xintang in his mind.

After sharing, he guessed, "Now it seems that you chose the name Su Tang in your dream, otherwise why would it just happen to be Su Tang?"

After saying that, he asked his grandmother, "Grandma, what's your name?"

"Huang Xiulian".

Upon hearing this name, Meng Bai became even more certain of his guess.

"Huang Xiulian" and "Su Tang" are completely unrelated, so this name could only have been chosen by Su Xintang herself.

But a new question arises: what is the purpose of this butterfly? It can't just be used to make people dream, can it?
But now is not the time to think about that; let's solve the identity issue first.

So Meng Bai said to Grandma Xiulian, "Since you dreamed about her, do you know why we've come?"

Grandma Xiulian shook her head, clearly unaware.

Seeing this, Meng Bai thought for a moment and then asked indirectly, "Do you have a granddaughter?"

"No." Huang Xiulian shook her head again.

"Let me put it another way. Don't you have a granddaughter in the law? Even if she doesn't exist in reality," Meng Bai continued.

Upon hearing this, Huang Xiulian paused for a moment. She seemed to understand, and without saying a word, she propped herself up on her knees and led the two into the house.

The interior furnishings are old-fashioned, reminiscent of the last century, but very clean.

Inside, there were many statues of gods, and incense smoke was faint, suggesting that Grandma often prayed to Buddha and gods.

Besides that, the most eye-catching thing is the books; there are a lot of books in the room.

A quick glance reveals a variety of agricultural books, literary works, and even classics from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

Some of the books seem to be older than Meng Bai himself.

They went back into the room, and Grandma took out several documents from the cabinet.

"Is this what you came for?" Huang Xiulian handed her identification to Meng Bai.

Meng Bai took it and saw that the document looked like an old-style ID card, laminated. The front had personal information and a photo, and the back had the names of the parents, spouse, military service status, place of birth, and address.

"Xia Qingqing?" Meng Bai looked at the girl in the photo. The girl looked somewhat young, and the document must have been issued a long time ago.

"Grandma, how did you get this ID?" Since the other party could see him even when he was invisible, Meng Bai felt there was no need to beat around the bush.

"I moved here for the sake of votes." Grandma Xiulian could indeed sense the difference between the two, so she didn't hide anything. After saying that, fearing that Meng Bai wouldn't understand, she continued, "I'll use a different term, 'ghost population.' More than ten years ago, I moved my household registration here for the sake of votes in this area."

At that time, there were many people like me doing the same thing; it wasn't uncommon here. I hadn't originally planned to live here, but the checks became stricter, and some things happened to me as well.

So I decided to come over myself, and I never expected to stay until now. My son Xia Li and my granddaughter Xia Qingqing also moved here with me.

Actually, I have no son or granddaughter, but legally, all three members of my family are alive. Do you understand what I mean by that?

Grandma Xiulian spoke slowly and logically, exuding a scholarly air, and did not seem sick at all.

I don't know if the old man was faking his illness before, or if he got better after being affected by the butterfly.
Shaking off these meaningless thoughts, Meng Bai examined Xia Qingqing's identification documents in his hand and said, "So, in fact, there are many people like you who have ghost registrations?"

“I’m probably the only one here; there are definitely many others in other places.”

"Is this document acceptable?"

"It works."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai nodded and continued straightforwardly, "If we're going to take care of you in your old age, can you give me this document?"

"Can we change the terms?" Grandma Xiulian asked nervously, adding, "I know very well that you and this young lady are not ordinary people."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai assumed that his grandmother wanted to dream again, to return to the age of 19 and experience a different life.

So he laughed and said, "Grandma, do you want to dream of becoming Su Tang again?"

"I used to think about it, but I don't anymore," Grandma Xiulian shook her head.

"So you want to prolong your life? We probably can't help you with that. We do have some medicine that can improve your health, but that's about it." Meng Bai then thought of another possibility.

"No, I hope that after I die, you can move my ashes and those of my grandparents back to our ancestral home in Shandong for burial."

This was my grandparents' greatest wish; they always talked about wanting to go back to their hometown. I always made excuses, saying there was still plenty of time, and kept putting it off. Then I realized I was dying too.

As Grandma spoke, she chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She added, "I still have some inheritance, and I will prepare the money for the relocation. It's mainly to trouble you all."

To be honest, these words were somewhat unexpected for Meng Bai and Su Xintang.

The two exchanged a glance, and then Meng Bai softened his voice to comfort them: "This is nothing. Not to mention that Xin Tang will soon be your nominal granddaughter, even if she were a stranger, we would help her if we could."

Actually, although you had that illness, you seem to be in good health now, as if you've recovered. It's too early to talk about what happens after death. Do you have any other requests?

Upon hearing these words, Su Xintang couldn't help but reach out and take Meng Bai's arm.

She liked Meng Bai very much; even when discussing a pure exchange, he always showed some warmth.

Hearing these words, Grandma Xiulian relaxed a lot. She repeated what she had just said, "I know you are not ordinary people."

"Hmm?" Meng Bai nodded.

"I want to ask, after I die... will I be able to see my grandparents and my parents?" Grandma Xiulian said, her voice filled with childlike anticipation.

Her question once again surprised Meng Bai and Su Xintang.

She didn't want to relive her life in her dreams, nor did she want to prolong her life; she just wanted to see her loved ones.

However, neither Meng Bai nor Su Xintang had an answer to this question.

Perhaps we can find a way to see them in Hegu; but for the souls of the dead on this side of the earth, it's really hard to say.

With a sigh in his heart and a smile on his face, Meng Bai told a white lie: "Yes, you can."

"Really?"

"real."

"That's good, that's good." The old man's face lit up with visible joy.

Seeing that she was happy, Meng Bai decided to do something to make her even happier.

　An extra chapter will be added tomorrow for the Alliance Leader.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)