Genius Club-Chapter 609 - 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Girl (Extra Chapter for Monthly Votes!)
Lin Xian held Huang Que’s identity card in his hand.
He sighed softly.
Raising his head, he looked out over the boundless sea.
He didn’t know what to think, only that on the ID number of Huang Que, seeing the prefix that belonged to his own hometown... the impact on his heart was truly immense.
Huang Que was originally born in the Imperial Capital, and her original ID number was from there. Even though it’s now necessary to make a fake one, it definitely couldn’t use the original number... After all, Zhao Yingjun was also using this ID number, and if the numbers were to repeat, it would cause a conflict within the system, potentially rendering both IDs unusable.
So, Huang Que really only needed to change one digit in the last few numbers. Though the last digit of the ID is a checksum digit, which can’t be changed, the second, third, and fourth from last numbers can be changed at will.
Even more so, she could have altered the initial digits too since it was a fake ID after all; it wouldn’t matter where it was changed.
But why...
In the end, Huang Que chose 330127, the code for Chun’an County, Hangzhou City, the place of her birth and upbringing, as her place of origin.
This definitely wasn’t a coincidence.
Of all the cities and counties in China, of all the area codes... Huang Que must have deliberately chosen this one. For an ID specially fabricated by governmental departments for a special purpose to be a "fake," surely whatever number Huang Que wanted, could be made for her.
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"What exactly is the relationship between the future me and Huang Que?"
Lin Xian found himself thinking this unexpectedly.
At least within the world and timeline of Huang Que, within her space and time, she must have encountered a Lin Xian, and something must have transpired between them.
But...
What was that story?
Was it disastrous? Was it regretful? Was it a betrayal? Or was it... sorrowful?
Lin Xian guessed that it probably wasn’t a happy and perfect story.
Perhaps it had been beautiful at one point.
But the ending, it certainly wasn’t fulfilling.
Otherwise, why would Huang Que endure the pain and loneliness, leave her own space-time, and travel back to their past, her present?
She must be trying to change all of this, to change the set history, to change the predetermined disaster.
Only in the face of the cruel Space-time Law,
She was too weak, too helpless, and could do too little, only trying her best to guide herself, to teach herself, to help herself grow.
Just like at Ameilinburg Palace, in front of Frederick V’s statue, what Huang Que said:
"I will accompany him in his ordinariness, teach him to be excellent, wait for him to mature. And then..."
"Watch him slowly become great."
...
That was Huang Que’s hope.
Lin Xian placed Huang Que’s ID card in his inner pocket.
Huang Que had already left.
There was no need to dwell on thoughts and concerns anymore.
He stepped forward.
Without taking off his leather shoes, he waded into the sea, walking towards the contemplative Little Mermaid gazing into the distance.
The splashing cold seawater penetrated Lin Xian’s shoes, his trouser legs, and every pore of his calves.
Finally, he arrived at the foot of The Little Mermaid Bronze Statue.
He reached out his hand,
and placed it on the ancient bronze hand of The Little Mermaid:
"The Little Mermaid didn’t die. She turned into bubbles, flying towards the sky in the sunlight, gaining an immortal soul, an eternal life."
He recited the story Huang Que had told him, with the devotion of reading the Bible:
"By nature, mermaids do not possess immortal souls. And they never will."
"Unless... she can win the love of a mortal."
Splash, splash...
Waves rolled in tirelessly, crashing over Lin Xian.
He kept his head up, gazing into the blue-light reflecting eyes of The Little Mermaid:
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"You watch from the heavens."
"Watch... as a mortal slowly becomes great, equal to the gods."
He began to throw the clothes that Huang Que had left behind, one by one, into the vast sea.
Watching them float on the waves, facing the sea breeze, bobbing up and down, and eventually, fade into the midst of the wind and waves, sinking to the bottom of the sea.
...
He had come with someone, but now he was leaving alone.
Lin Xian bought a plane ticket by himself and boarded the flight back to East Sea City.
In his first-class seat, Lin Xian looked through Huang Que’s phone.
No WeChat.
No games.
No entertainment apps at all.
There were no photos in the album either.
She had truly come in a hurry and left in a hurry, not leaving anything behind, not taking anything with her.
He put away the phone.
Lin Xian closed his eyes and lay back in the soft, semi-enclosed cabin seat.
From now on,
there was no one to guide him anymore, no one to teach him, and no one to offer him hints in the form of riddles.
He once read in a novel,
that growth and maturity really happen in an instant.
At the moment you notice the white hair on your mother’s head, the realization she is no longer young;
When you see your father unable to straighten his back, starting to consult you for advice;
When you’ve made a brilliant kill, but when you turn around, there’s no one to share it with;
When you stop laughing and being lively, from eagerly wanting to grow up to not wanting to anymore;
In that moment, a person really, irreversibly, grows up.
Even when Huang Que was still around, even though Lin Xian didn’t realize it himself, he really relied on Huang Que.
The presence of Huang Que allowed him to discern friends from foes, right from wrong, without needing to think at all.
But now,
All of this, he had to weigh and judge on his own.
