Chapter 32 – Gift

April 2nd, 2252.

The communication section of a forum.

Red Fruit: Do you know Feng Hua? The legendary first new human with the royal bloodline of Adesir! There was a TV series before, and it was very popular back then, and then he inexplicably disappeared! Now it’s almost impossible to find any news about him. They’re all inexplicable rumours!

Baby’s so hungry: I was a huge fan of his back then! It’s a sad story. His owner, Feng Yeran, died of cancer, and he disappeared after that. I remember Feng Yeran died at the end of 2241. It’s been ten years already!

Deserted Island Survival: Some say he died of illness; others say he became a vegetable due to excessive grief; and there’s a rumour that he committed many crimes and killed many people at the time, and was later euthanised by the institute.

Black ice under the moon: About this, there’ve always been people who wanted to interview the institute, but all of them have been refused.

I love him ahhh: Looking for info, any insiders?

Must be anonymous: I can only say that he’s not dead. The institute refuses interviews because they don’t want people from the outside world disturbing them.

I love him ahhh: Them? Who’s them referring to? Can the one above say more? If you can’t say it here, a private message is okay too!!

*

March 28th, 2252.

The old president of the institute sat on the sofa, teasing the cat on his lap while drinking tea.

“Old Zhang, it’s been ten years,” the president looked out the window and said to the watchman of the electric prison back then.

Old Zhang nodded. “Yeah.”

“Even we can’t count how many worlds Feng Hua has created and destroyed in that wasteland in those ten years.”

Old Zhang asked, “President Wang, is it meaningful for Feng Hua to keep creating worlds like this? I mean, the ‘Feng Yeran’ created each time is no longer the original. It’s just a brand new image…”

The president smiled. “Then let me tell you some inside information. Over the past ten years, we have been observing the worlds created by Feng Hua, collecting a lot of material created by him. We found that each of his replicas is not only identical in body structure to the original entity, but also, all retain more or less part of their memories and emotions. To put it simply, each replica of the world may harbour memories of the past, which may be stimulated by certain scenes, but of course, these memories and emotions may also remain dormant forever until death.”

Old Zhang was amazed. “President, why didn’t you announce such a significant discovery to the public?”

President: “If it was announced to the public, who knows how many people would run over to watch, how many people would desire to enter that world… The order of that world would be disturbed, and it might be interrupted or collapse. I’m old now, and I often think back to the past. Feng Hua may have done a lot of crazy things, but our institute also has a great responsibility. The way we treat new species now is still not very reasonable. His research value aside, he is, in fact, just an ordinary child. And now, regardless of how crazy he is, what he’s pursuing is just Feng Yeran’s love. He just wants to be with Yeran. What a pure thing. Say, just for that, he even created and destroyed so many worlds, and almost used up his own life span…”

“…How many more worlds can he create?”

“Just one if he uses all his strength. He clearly has an extremely long life span, but he’s already lost too much. So, I hope the last ‘paradise1世外桃源 [shì wài táo yuán] may refer to an imaginary and beautiful world that is free from the struggles of reality.‘ he creates can operate naturally without being disturbed and remain as long as possible. It also helps Yeran fulfil his last wish.”

*

March 20th, 2252.

Selena, 45, clutching a bunch of lilies and holding her daughter’s hand, walked to the cemetery behind the chapel.

Six years ago, she had married a local male doctor, and now her daughter was already five years old.

The little girl was chasing a little blue swallowtail butterfly, running on the grass.

Selena came to a small cross with the words “Feng Yeran’s Tomb” written on it. A bunch of roses had withered in front of the grave, the yellowed petals flying away with the wind. She placed fresh lilies in front of the grave.

The little girl grabbed her mother’s hand and asked, “Mummy, where’s that super good-looking white-haired guy we saw the other day?”

“You mean Feng Hua? He’s gone to a very faraway place with his favourite person.”

“Can Lily see him again?”

Selena’s eyes reddened. She knelt down, hugged the little girl, and said repeatedly, “Yes, yes, you can see him. Perhaps, in the last world he creates, Lily will meet them with Mummy.”

*

March 12th, 2252.

Feng Hua carried a bunch of pure white roses and came to Feng Yeran’s grave.

His pure white curls floated in the breeze. He leaned down, kissed the words “Feng Yeran” on the cross, and carefully placed the white roses in front of the grave.

He took a dark golden notebook from his arms and opened it.

Familiar words, familiar handwriting. It was something his most beloved had written. It was his most beloved’s wish.

“Ye’er.”

He gazed at the cross as if he were gazing into Feng Yeran’s bright and clean eyes. “Thank you for the gift.”

“I like every word very much.”

“I, too, want to give you a gift.”

“Remember when I was a child and we made houses together? At that time, you taught me that after building the walls, roof, door, window and chimney, we need to use coloured oil pastels and water pens to draw the background, with lush trees and grass, bright flowers, birds, butterflies, and the two of us.”

“Your golden notebook gave me the blueprint, I think, to paint our lives.”

“I want to turn our wishes into reality.”

“I want to give you a brand new world.”

* * *

Feng Yeran, 30, was a biology lecturer at a university.

His daily life was very ordinary. He taught classes, took on graduate students, occasionally did some research, wrote papers, and lived a leisurely life.

His family was also ordinary. His father was a civil servant, his mother was a music teacher, and he had a brother who was married and had a son with his sister-in-law. When he had time, he’d come home to eat with his parents, watch TV, go for a walk, play with his nephew and so on.

Now that he was 30, he was occasionally urged to get married, but it wasn’t really urgent. In this day and age, there were quite a lot of people who didn’t get married. The key was their own choice and happiness.

The only unusual thing was that he always felt that he was waiting for someone. He always dreamed of that person, always heard him calling his name, but always forgot what that person looked like, forgot everything about that person.

It was another early summer. That afternoon, after teaching two hours of class, he was lost in thought as he walked in the school building.

Before he knew it, he came to the art room.

Cicadas were chirping outside the window, and he saw a painting in the fragments of sunlight.

In the dark blue sky was a rushing river of bright stars.

Feng Yeran was frozen in place. He was drawn to the overlapping hues. He stroked the thickness of the paint and felt the colours change.

As if something was calling to him, he stepped into the art room.

The next picture was a tall astronomy tower under a beautiful starry sky.

The next one was an underwater room with a golden-fringed red fish swaying its tail as it swam slowly through the mesh of water.

In the next, a small white boat floated in the sapphire blue lake, with dark green mountains reflecting on it, spring flowers sprinkling the water, and red dragonflies fluttering atop. A person was sitting peacefully on the boat, fishing, while another was leaning on him, sleeping quietly.

Golden flowers, golden sunshine.

Red apples, red roses.

In the forest, in the bright moonlight, in the wet flowers and plants, the kisses of ecstasy…

Feng Yeran heard a soft call. “Ye’er.”

It was a boy in his twenties. He was standing by the window, an unfinished painting in front of him: an unfinished air tour ship in the blue sky and white clouds, like a humpback whale slowly surfacing.

A strong wind came, stirring the white curtain and his black curls.

Hundreds of paintings trembled and shook, and seemed to transform into thousands of butterflies, which were startled by the strong wind, flapping their colourful wings and soaring to the sky.

Through the layers upon layers of butterflies, the boy gazed at Feng Yeran and smiled.

It was those familiar blue eyes.

He said, “Ye’er, this time, we’re both ordinary people. I think, this time, we can start anew.”

An unknown emotion surged through Feng Yeran’s body.

His mind was clearly blank, but he’d already broken into a run regardless of everything.

He hugged the boy tightly. His throat and nose were clearly sour and uncomfortable, but he was too happy. He had a strong urge: he wanted to protect the person in his arms and give everything to him!

—Ah, it turned out, this was the person he’d been waiting for.

*

This time, we’ll both be ordinary people, and we’ll both be healthy; this time, I’ll confess first and say to you on an ordinary evening, Feng Hua, I like you; this time, I’ll stay with you and protect you; this time, we’ll eat lots of delicious things and go to lots of places; this time, we’ll finally go on an air tour ship together and wander around the whole world; this time, I’ll tell you that I love you every night; this time, you’re happy all the time; this time, we’ll be together for a lifetime.

—Excerpt from “Golden Notebook” by Feng Yeran

—The End—


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It’s finally finished. Thank you all for reaching here!

The next chapter is the analysis and afterword. In fact, I’ve written pretty much all the analysis in the two chapters of “The Truth”. So, I’ll probably just have a few points to mention >< If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. I’ll consider writing them in the analysis.

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9 thoughts on “Chapter 32 – Gift”

  1. Ahh!!! Thanks so much for picking up this story and translating it! It made me cry but I’m glad Feng Hua and Yeran can live out a happy lifetime at the very end. I’m looking forward to the author’s afterword!

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  2. It’s a whole new experience. All of my worldviews being concentrated, crumpled, crushed, and built up into a new understanding. Even as I write now, I feel happy, but I’m hella crying my tears out. I’m sitting alone, but it feels like there’s so much within the tiny space I’m in. I love you both, Feng Hua and Feng Yeran……

    Thoroughly, and for a lifetime in love with this novel, Elira.

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  3. Wait I’m kinda confused. So in the end, the reincarnated Feng Yeran that is a professor now met the white hair Feng Hua ? And happily ever after?

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    • yah saya juga agak bingung tentang itu. tapi melihat kata² terakhir feng hua “aku ingin memberimu dunia baru.”
      sepertinya dunia feng yeran menjadi dosen diciptakan oleh feng hua dengan beberapa kesadaran dari feng yeran. itu sedikit masuk akal saat membaca percakapan para profesor bahwa feng hua telah menghabiskan hidupnya hanya untuk membuat dunia tentangnya dan feng yeran agar sempurna dan berharap bahwa itu akan tercapai disatu sisa hidupnya. nah apakah kehidupan feng yeran menjadi dosen merupakan keberhasilan feng hua? saya sangat bingung. cerita ini penuh yang membuat saya berpikir keras setiap satu bab. tapi terimakasih! saya jadi berpikir bahwa kesalahpahaman adalah sesuatu hal yang harus dibereskan secepat mungkin, jangan biarkan kesalahpahaman menghancurkan suatu hubungan yang akan membuatmu menyesalinya:)

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  4. The ending was so beautiful. Feng Yeran’s gift was Feng Hua’s salvation all this time and he finally accepted his death 😭
    Thanks for translating such a masterpiece ❤️❤️❤️

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  5. yah saya juga agak bingung tentang itu. tapi melihat kata² terakhir feng hua “aku ingin memberimu dunia baru.”
    sepertinya dunia feng yeran menjadi dosen diciptakan oleh feng hua dengan beberapa kesadaran dari feng yeran. itu sedikit masuk akal saat membaca percakapan para profesor bahwa feng hua telah menghabiskan hidupnya hanya untuk membuat dunia tentangnya dan feng yeran agar sempurna dan berharap bahwa itu akan tercapai disatu sisa hidupnya. nah apakah kehidupan feng yeran menjadi dosen merupakan keberhasilan feng hua? saya sangat bingung. cerita ini penuh teori yang membuat saya berpikir keras setiap satu bab. tapi terimakasih! saya jadi berpikir bahwa kesalahpahaman adalah sesuatu hal yang harus dibereskan secepat mungkin, jangan biarkan kesalahpahaman menghancurkan suatu hubungan yang akan membuatmu menyesalinya:)

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  6. well i’m a bit confused about that too. but seeing feng hua’s last words “I want to give you a new world.”
    It seems that the world of Feng Yeran being a lecturer was created by Feng Hua with some awareness of Feng Yeran. It makes a little sense reading professors’ conversations that Feng Hua has spent his life just making the world about him and Feng Yeran perfect and hoping that it will be accomplished for the rest of his life. So, is Feng Yeran’s life as a lecturer the is success Feng Hua? I am very confused. this story is full theory that makes me think hard every single chapter. but thanks! I think that misunderstandings are something that must be resolved as soon as possible, don’t let them destroy a relationship that will make you regret it 🙂

    PS. sorry for the 3 comments, I was not aware of using Indonesian. it cannot be deleted. Forgive me🙇‍♀

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  7. I’m sobbing in my dorm room alone at 1am. I can’t even express my sadness to anyone else because they haven’t ever read Monster. Someone please tell me why I can’t stop this hideous, loud sobbing with tears and snot running down my face.

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