I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 389 - 258: I Long to See You Clearly

The afternoon sunlight, like fine gold dust, poured through the half-drawn curtains, scattering mottled patterns of light and shadow across the wooden floor of the restaurant.

The air was suffused with the faint aroma of rice and the warm scent of freshly stir-fried dishes, weaving together a serene and cozy prelude to the afternoon.

Inside the restaurant, the few scattered patrons were each imrsed in their own worlds.

So savored the delicacies in front of them, occasionally looking out the window with an expression of contentnt and peace; others conversed in low, soft tones that didn’t disturb those around them, adding a touch of life’s rhythm to the atmosphere.

Wu Yuansheng sat quietly at the dining table.

For the mont, he was sowhat perplexed by the stranger’s recent actions.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Why did a crazy person co up to out of the blue and speak a line of poetry that made no sense to ?

The old friend enters my dream, illuminating my constant longing.

If he rembered correctly, these lines were from one of Du Fu’s poems titled "Dreaming of Li Bai," from the Tang Dynasty.

The original lines read: "The old friend enters my dream, illuminating my constant longing. Now you are in the net of law, how then can you have wings?"

The entire poem expressed Du Fu’s longstanding affection and yearning for Li Bai and his deep concern and rembrance for his friend in difficult circumstances, as well as his worry for his friend’s fate.

But...

It was a bit bizarre for soone who he had only t once—and who was rumored to be very powerful—to approach him and recite such a line.

He admitted...

The stranger did have quite an impressive aura, and on first impression, seed almost too perfect—the only flaw might be the perfection itself.

However, his actions were completely enigmatic, not aligning with that perfect deanor at all.

Could it be...

Do fortune tellers really enjoy speaking in riddles like this? Do they like this feeling of speaking in a way that’s hard to understand?

After all, it’s a common trope in many fantasy works that seers, capable of predicting the future, always speak cryptically, their words incomplete and ambiguous.

But Wu Yuansheng could understand.

One reason for this character setup in works of fiction was to allow the plot to progress normally, so the storyline wouldn’t suffer due to the disruptions caused by foresight.

In reality, maybe those who could predict the future were just afraid of being caught out, so they could only give vague information to ensure their own accuracy?

But...

Where did such a mysterious character co from?

After briefly brainstorming wildly.

The growling of his stomach and the sensation of hunger pulled Wu Yuansheng back to reality.

As he looked at the mysterious figure who had disappeared without a trace, not knowing where he’d gone.

Wu Yuansheng shook his head in resignation and then began to eat his lunch, his head lowered.

It was as if nothing had happened just monts before, and he quickly pushed it out of his mind.

After lunch.

Wu Yuansheng’s steps were slow and firm, each one falling in the afternoon’s lingering sunlight, as if even ti had slowed down in this mont.

He crossed the busy streets, weaving through the bustling crowds.

Finally, he stopped in front of a door that was simple yet elegant.

A wooden sign hung on the door, with the words "Shengsheng Bookstore" written in cursive.

The writing was fluid, revealing a sense of steadiness and elegance that ca with the passage of years.

The bookstore’s outer walls were tinged with a faint moss green by the years, but it did not hinder its unique charm. It was like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, quietly telling stories of the past.

Wu Yuansheng gently pushed open the door; the bell above tinkled crisply, as if to welco every visitor.

He was the owner of this bookstore.

The bookstore was nad Shengsheng because his girlfriend, Bai Yusheng, also had the character "Sheng" in her na.

Stepping into the bookstore, he was greeted by the familiar scent of books mingling with the subtle aroma of wooden furniture, bringing a sense of peace and comfort.

The store’s layout was varied, with bookshelves extending from floor to ceiling, each one neatly filled with books of all kinds.

From classical literature to modern novels, from philosophical thoughts to scientific explorations, the bookstore had it all.

The soft lighting fell on the pages of the books, cloaking each one in a golden sheen, making them look all the more precious.

Wu Yuansheng walked slowly along the shelves, his fingers lightly tracing the spine of each book, every touch awakening his thirst for knowledge and mories of the past.

This place was not only his spiritual haven but also where he and she had woven their dreams together.

Every ti he entered the bookstore, he felt a deep nostalgia for those beautiful tis. The days he and she spent together were filled with laughter and tears.

After a mont’s reflection.

His eyes reddened.

He wanted to return to the mont they t in the park when they both reached for the sa book.

But that was no longer possible.

After pausing for a while, Wu Yuansheng decided not to go to the park to play the guitar that afternoon.

He set down the guitar case and opened it.

Planning to clean the guitar and put it away, then start reading in the bookstore.

However, as soon as he opened the guitar case.

He froze.

"Hmm?"

Wu Yuansheng frowned, staring at the thumb-sized wooden Flying Sword that had sohow appeared in his guitar case, puzzled about when it had been placed there.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was made of purple sandalwood, which was quite valuable.

He certainly didn’t own such an item.

But...

If it wasn’t his, how did it end up in his guitar case?

Wu Yuansheng held the Wooden Sword, perplexed for a mont.

He gazed at the small Wooden Sword in his hand, lost in thought.

The sudden appearance of this exquisite little sword seed so out of place, he couldn’t help but associate it with the visit of the mysterious stranger.

Could all this be more than coincidence? Could the line "The old friend enters my dream, illuminating my constant longing" hold so special significance?

He placed the small Wooden Sword in his palm and observed it closely, trying to find so clue.

The sword’s surface was smooth, the grain was clear, and each carving hinted at the craftsman’s attention to detail—as if it harbored secrets unknown to others.

Despite a lengthy inspection, he gleaned nothing.

Wu Yuansheng put it aside for the mont and seriously picked up a book to pass the ti.

Gently brushing the dust off the cover, he flipped open the yellowed pages, and the familiar scent of ink wafted into his nose.

Sitting in the rocking chair at the corner of the bookstore.

Wu Yuansheng imrsed himself in the world of words, his lips curling into a smile at tis, his brows furrowing at others.

Night fell quietly, the lights in the bookstore softened—as if ti deliberately slowed its pace, creating a serene reading space for Wu Yuansheng.

He sat in an old but comfortable rocking chair, cradling a book he had read many tis before, one that he and Bai Yusheng had both cherished as a classic work.

Pages slid gently between his fingers, each word seeming to leap out, telling vivid stories, awakening mories deep within his heart.

As ti passed, the world outside the bookstore grew quieter, only the occasional passerby casting curious glances, peering through the window at the tranquility within.

Wu Yuansheng lost himself in the sea of books, forgetting the existence of ti, his gaze focused and profound, as if he could see through the words to the scenery of another world.

Page by page, ti slipped by unnoticed until the deep silence of the night settled in.

Wu Yuansheng’s vision gradually blurred, the words on the book began to dance, ultimately rging into a haze of light and shadow.

He gently put down the book and closed his eyes.

His body naturally reclined in the rocking chair, drifting off to sleep.

Moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting a silvery glow upon his face.

The rocking chair swayed gently, making a soft creaking sound, blending with the occasional night breeze outside to form a tranquil night lullaby.

On such a night, Wu Yuansheng’s breathing was even and calm, as if the whole world slept with him, leaving only the lingering scent of books and the flickering lights outside.

And in his dreams.

It was completely different from usual.

Ever since Bai Yusheng left, Wu Yuansheng had never dared to et her in his dreams again, fearing the reunion whenever she appeared.

But this ti.

It seed sowhat different.

Firstly, he felt very lucid, or rather, more lucid than ever before.

The dream was unbelievably real.

Where he used to find his senses incredibly vague in dreams, he now felt them as sharply defined as in reality, yet deep down he knew he was within a dream.

This was paradoxical.

Different from usual dreams.

Secondly, what differed was.

At the edge of the dream, Wu Yuansheng felt as if he was being drawn by a gentle strength.

He had crossed through ti’s long corridor, returning to a day he would never forget.

But it was a ti he had wanted to return to countless tis, yet he instinctively dared not venture there, even in dreams.

The sunlight was still splendid.

Just like in his mory, golden light filtered through the gaps in the leaves onto the small paths of the park, forming dappling patterns.

The sound of birds chirping was crisp and pleasant, the air infused with the freshness of flowers and green grass.

Everything felt so vivid and real.

He stood at the park entrance, his heart unconsciously swelling with a long-lost excitent and... fear.

Not far away, that familiar figure caught his eye.

Bai Yusheng was sitting on a bench, engrossed in a book.

Her profile softened in the sunlight, her hair fluttering with the wind, looking like a captivating painting.

Wu Yuansheng’s steps drew him closer without thinking, each one careful, as if afraid to disturb this perfect quietude.

When his figure entered Bai Yusheng’s field of vision.

She looked up, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Imdiately her face lit up with a radiant smile.

In that mont, ti seed to stand still; everything else beca unimportant, only their presence was the truest sensation.

Wu Yuansheng’s eyes reddened.

The sorrow he had long suppressed now seed to burst forth completely.

Then, he quickly tried to calm his emotions, and began to talk to Bai Yusheng with a thrill he had never experienced before.

It was as if he was a child who hadn’t seen his mother for a long while, pouring out to Bai Yusheng incessantly how he felt since she had gone.

Their conversation began, ranging from plots in books to daily trivialities, from dreams and aspirations to everyday anecdotes—their words flowing in a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

Wu Yuansheng found that he could smoothly express his inner thoughts, no longer fearing Bai Yusheng’s disappearance. anwhile, Bai Yusheng responded with her unique tenderness and wisdom, their hearts drawing closer almost without intention.

They strolled together down the shaded path.

Hand in hand.

Savoring the simple, pure happiness.

Wu Yuansheng felt as if he could touch Bai Yusheng’s palm, sensing the warmth of her fingertips.

The warmth reached deep into his heart.

This dream was too real, completely different from the usual, so real that he didn’t want to wake up.

He just wanted to stay in the dream forever.

However, dreams always co to an end.

Even if this dream was very special.

So, during the walk, he suddenly stopped, looking silently at Bai Yusheng.

Across from him, she smiled back, her smile seemingly filled with tenderness and understanding.

At that mont, Wu Yuansheng understood he didn’t need to say anything.

He nodded earnestly.

His face carried an unprecedented serious expression.

Then he followed that unique feeling and slowly left the dream.

...

When he opened his eyes again.

The soft light of the bookstore and the starry night outside ca into view.

Wu Yuansheng looked at the nearly shattered wooden Flying Sword and vaguely realized sothing.

He didn’t know if it was her.

But having relived such a real scene in the dream was already enough to satisfy him.

"Thank you."

Wu Yuansheng smiled faintly at the air.

In the empty bookstore, it wasn’t clear to whom he was speaking softly.