479: Chapter 479 His Past and Present Lives!

Ye Chen found a clean white porcelain bowl from the study, poured more than half a bowl of clear water, and placed it on the desk.

He then took out the shanhai bottle, uncorked it, and dripped a drop of spiritual liquid from the bottle into the bowl.

The transparent liquid fell into the water and diffused rapidly; the entire bowl of water began to glow with a faint fluorescence, as if moonlight had melted into the water.

Bing Lan stood to the side, holding her breath and watching intently.

Ye Chen placed the yellowed family photo by the bowl and gently laid the silver hairpin beside the photo.

"Come, drip a drop of blood into it."

Bing Lan did not hesitate; she bit her left index finger and dripped a drop of fresh blood into the bowl.

The moment the bead of blood hit the surface, the fluorescence in the bowl suddenly flared up, like a ball of silver flame igniting at the bottom of the water.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it was very soft.

Ye Chen formed hand seals and began chanting under his breath.

The water in the bowl began to sway gently, creating ripples in fine circles.

The ripples grew denser and faster, gradually forming a small vortex.

In the center of the vortex, the drop of blood slowly dispersed, turning into countless blood threads as thin as gossamer that meandered through the water.

Bing Lan stared at the bowl, her heart beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

She didn't know what method Ye Chen was using, but she knew—

He was helping her find her parents.

Finding her parents of this lifetime.

The blood threads in the bowl swam faster and denser, gradually weaving into a blurred image.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly as Earth Vein Tracking quietly unfolded; his perception followed the guidance of those blood threads, extending infinitely.

That's right!

Infinite extension!

Under normal circumstances, Earth Vein Tracking has distance limits, and this distance is determined by the level of power Ye Chen releases.

However.

If there is a medium...

Then it's different.

Very soon.

This extension passed through the study, through the villa, and through the streets and alleys of Xiamen City.

It crossed mountains and rivers, passing city after city.

The perception reached further and deeper, as if an invisible thread was pulling his consciousness toward a certain direction.

After an unknown amount of time.

Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of strangeness flashing through them.

Seeing his expression, Bing Lan's heart jumped into her throat: "What's wrong? Did you not find them?"

"I found them."

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, the light in the bowl slowly dissipated, and the water surface returned to calm.

"But..."

"But what?"

Bing Lan grew anxious.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "But, they are actually in the same place."

Bing Lan was stunned.

"The same place? What do you mean?"

"Your father and mother, the place where they were reincarnated in this life, is in the same city."

"In fact... they might be very close to each other."

"Perhaps this is fate!"

Bing Lan's eyes instantly turned red.

Seeing her like this, Ye Chen reached out and gently patted her shoulder: "Do you want to know where they are?"

Bing Lan nodded vigorously.

"In E Province, Guang City." Ye Chen took a deep breath. "The places where your parents were reincarnated are both in a small town north of Guang City; I'll only know the specifics once we get there."

Bing Lan's tears finally couldn't help but fall.

She never expected...

Her parents from her past life had passed away one after another, leaving behind regrets, yet in this life, they were so close.

Just as Ye Chen said, this might be fate!

She wiped her tears and looked up at Ye Chen: "Are we leaving now?"

Seeing her impatient look, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, let's go now."

He took out his phone and checked the time. "The earliest flight to E Province is at 11:30. There's an hour and a half left; we can make it."

Bing Lan nodded and turned to walk downstairs.

...

Two hours later, the plane landed at Guang City Airport.

The two of them walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi.

Ye Chen gave the address, and the car drove out of the airport, merging into the traffic.

Bing Lan looked at the unfamiliar street scenes outside the window, her heart beating faster and faster.

She was about to see them.

See her parents of this lifetime.

Before long.

The car stopped outside a restaurant.

Ye Chen paid the fare and then led Bing Lan out of the car.

The restaurant wasn't big, the storefront was a bit old, and the sign read [Cao Family Pig Trotter Rice].

Ye Chen looked up and said softly, "This is it, the place where your father was born in this life... Shall we go in?"

Bing Lan didn't speak; she just took a deep breath and stepped inside.

There were seven or eight tables in the restaurant. It was already past mealtime, and only an old couple sat in the corner.

A Middle-aged Man in his forties poked his head out from the kitchen. Seeing customers, he quickly wiped his hands and came forward to greet them with a warm smile.

"Eating for two? Sit, sit, sit!"

"Order whatever you like. Our vegetables are homegrown, and the pigs are freshly slaughtered in the middle of the night!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a laminated menu from the counter and handed it over.

Bing Lan was in no mood to order.

So Ye Chen took the menu, flipped through a few pages, and ordered several home-cooked dishes.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, they'll be out soon!"

The Middle-aged Man responded readily and turned back into the kitchen.

Bing Lan sat by the window, her hands on her knees, clenched tightly.

"Where are they?" she asked impatiently.

Ye Chen tilted his chin slightly toward the kitchen: "In the back kitchen. They'll be out soon."

Just as he finished speaking.

The kitchen curtain was lifted, and a woman in her late twenties came out carrying a dish.

She wore a floral apron, and her long hair was tied back in a bun.

On her back, she carried a two- or three-year-old boy with a wide strap.

The little guy was leaning on her back, sleeping soundly, his little face flushed red, with a trace of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

But looking at that little face, Bing Lan's eyes instantly turned red.

She couldn't say why, but there was an indescribable feeling...

Familiarity.

So familiar.

Like she had seen him somewhere before, like they had known each other for a long, long time.

Just then, the little boy suddenly moved and opened his eyes groggily.

He tilted his little head, leaning on his mother's back, and his dark, shiny eyes looked straight at Bing Lan.

He didn't cry.

He didn't make a fuss.

He just looked at her quietly, as if trying to identify something, or as if he was remembering something.

Bing Lan's tears suddenly gushed out.

Ye Chen gently took her hand and said in a low voice.

"In the first three years after a baby is born, memories of their past life are still somewhat muddled."

"That's why he finds you familiar."

"Once he's past three, he won't remember at all."

"Remember not to mention anything about yourself or their past."

Bing Lan nodded without speaking, but her tears wouldn't stop flowing.

The woman placed the steamed sea bass on the table and said with a smile, "Enjoy your meal, let me know if you need anything else. The other dishes will be out shortly."

After saying that.

She turned to leave.

But the little boy on her back twisted his neck, keeping his eyes on Bing Lan, his little mouth making a few vague babbling sounds.

Seeing him like that, Bing Lan suddenly wiped her tears and spoke: "Wait a moment, sister."

The woman paused and turned around.

"Miss, do you need something else? Would you like to add a cold dish?"

"Our smashed cucumbers are very refreshing."

Bing Lan shook her head, her gaze landing on the child on her back, and she asked softly: "That child... what is his name?"

Hearing the question about her child, a doting smile immediately appeared on the woman's face.

"Him? His name is Cao Yu."

"His father named him. He said it was raining the day he was born, so he called him Cao Yu."

"His formal name is Cao Yu, and his nickname is Little Raindrop!"

Bing Lan murmured the name.

"Cao Yu..."

"Thank you."

The woman didn't think much of it and waved her hand with a smile: "No need for thanks, it's just a name."

After that, she turned back into the kitchen.

Bing Lan sat there, staring at the door, not moving for a long time.

The dishes on the table emitted an inviting aroma, but she didn't pick up her chopsticks.

She just sat there.

Ye Chen didn't say anything either, only occasionally handing her a tissue.

After a while, Bing Lan wiped her eyes again and took a deep breath.

Then.

She took a bank card out of her bag, found a pen, and wrote a line of text on the blank space of the menu.

When she was finished, she pressed the bank card onto the table and flipped the menu over, with the note facing up.

Then.

She stood up, took one last look toward the kitchen, and turned to walk out the door.

Ye Chen also stood up, placed a few bills on the counter for the meal, and followed her.

The two walked out of the restaurant; the sun was just right, and people were coming and going on the street.

In the kitchen, the woman soon came out with the next dish, only to find that the guests at that table were gone.

On the table lay the untouched dish, some bills, a bank card, and a note.

She was stunned for a moment, set down the dish, and picked up the note.

The handwriting on the note was elegant and neat, clearly written by a girl...

"Hello, sister. There is ten million on the card; it's a donation for Little Raindrop."

"There's no other meaning; I just feel a connection with him."

"Please treat him well and let him grow up healthy and happy."

After reading the note, the woman stood frozen in place.