Spirit Hotel

Feisha coughed once. He hid his expression behind his palm as he pretended to rub at his forehead, throwing Layton a look of warning.

Layton blinked innocently back.

You Pengnan slowly stretched back, his proud smile growing wider as he hunted his prey. Noahs Hotel? Forgive my ignorance, but which international hotel chain would that brand be under?

G.o.d only knows what international hotel chains there were in the human world. Layton took a careful step back, pretending to be shy as he hid himself behind Feisha. You Pengnan stared down at Feisha relentlessly, as if waiting for him to back himself into a corner.

Feisha sighed to himself. After spending so long at Noahs Ark, he didnt have much in the way of skills, but now he was definitely a master of bluffing his way through with talk. Besides, this was the most trivial of roles to play. He answered with complete calm. Its just an exclusive, membership only hotel. Its not opened to the public.

You Pengnan raised an eyebrow. Oh? Which city is it in, and how would I be able to join? I often travel domestically and abroad, and if its a nice spot, Id like to get a membership there too.

Layton huffed under his breath. Pff! Seems like nowadays even peasants want to rise into n.o.bility.

This peasants eye twitched. Little child, what did you mean by that? Peasants? Youre not trying to say that theres still n.o.bility in China today, right? Unlessyoure telling me that youre n.o.bility?

Layton took out a gold coin and flicked it over. Here, a token for you!

You Pengnan caught it reflexively.

Layton sneered. Peasants will be peasants.

You Pengnan clutched the gold coin, his fist trembling in anger. Feisha gave Laytons tiny boots a kick, warning him to watch his words. Hes only stayed a week so far, but if he was going to be stuck here forever, he needed to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Qian LuYou finally spoke to break the tension. This child is your nephew?

Feisha gave a vague gesture of affirmation.

Qian Luyou knelt down and held a hand out for Layton. Come here, let big sister take a look.

Big sister? Layton exclaimed, excessively loudly. He, in his thousand years of age, was expected to call this twenty-something kid big sister!?

Feisha hurriedly picked him up so that his head pressed up against Feishas shoulder and his b.u.t.t faced the rest of them. He carefully calmed him. Yes, yes, I know, it should be Auntie. You have to understand, humans always like acting young! He purposely added extra emphasis on the word human.

Laytons hackles slowly sank back down. Qian Luyou thought Feisha was deliberately humiliating her, her face flushing completely red in embarra.s.sment. She obviously wasnt in any state to notice his odd choice of words. She stood up awkwardly. It seems like you guys are doing pretty well.

Feisha smiled back at her.

Qian Luyous face darkened, and she forced a laugh. We still have have other places to go, so well be leaving now.

When she first met Feisha, she had plenty to offer. When the two of them were together, shed always often felt like she was giving him the honor of being with her. And yet, this honor wasnt enough for him to devote himself fully to their relationship. Every other day hed be working overtime or scheduling appointments- his work always came before her. So this time, she wanted to stand above him, eyebrows raised, forcing him to feel deeply dissatisfied with himself.

But after meeting him again, she realized how ridiculous she was being. She couldnt see even the slightest hint of irritation, love, or longing in his eyes- there was only a well-hidden sense of impatience. This whole farce of a meeting, from beginning to end, was just a show she was putting on alone, with everyone else reluctantly clapping along. Qian Luyou quietly bottled up her humiliation and resentment, dragging a stubborn and willful You Pengnan with her as she left.

Theyd taken about five or six steps away when You Pengnan suddenly sneered loudly at them. The CEO of Noahs Hotel? Id say youre probably the CEO of Daydream Hotel!

Layton was trembling with anger, his gla.s.ses tilting just slightly on the bridge of his nose from the motion. You can just stand and take that?

Feisha put him down and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Layton was still undeterred. Where was this nice guy impression back when you were messing with me and Gin?

Feisha thought about it for a bit. I guess I was too lonely back then. Other than messing around with everyone, there wasnt much else to do to pa.s.s the time.

Cant you just be lonely again? Layton asked.

Feisha replied. Right now the loneliest thing is the acid rolling around by itself in my stomach- could we find something to go with it?

Sulfuric acid should do it, theyll be compatible. Layton said.

The cafeteria had been open for so long, they had a couple tricks up their sleeve. Feisha and Layton had been at the mercy of Borjas cooking for far too long. When they finally had the chance for a normal meal, they immediately stuffed their faces with everything they could shove into their mouths, eating for two whole hours before they finally slowed down.

They were both leaning hard against the wall as they walked out.

Layton burped loudly and said. I cant anymoreI thinkIm going to throw up.

Feisha wasnt much better, waving incessantly with his hand. Dont talk, its going to overflow.

The two of them walked for a while, leaning against each other for support.

Layton asked. Now.now what?

Lets go home I guess. Feisha replied. My stomach feels so round I dont even want to walk anymore, just want to lie on the ground and roll.

Layton echoed the sentiment. From the shape of things, he looked even closer to a ball. The two of them arrived home and collapsed onto their respective beds. Thinking that Layton was only going to be around for three days, Feisha had lent him the bedroom. Meanwhile, he pulled some blankets out and settled for the sofa in the living room. Perhaps because he had eaten too much- as soon as he laid down, the food felt like it was going to come right back out of his mouth. He suddenly sat up again.

On the opposite wall hung a calendar, flipped to the month of April. The first was marked with a red pen, a reminder that he had to find a new job.

His eyes slid along the dates, pausing at the black numeral 5. In the human world, it was still only the fifth.

He rubbed his head. Although he had been back for a day already, walked about all day, he felt like only his body had truly returned. His soul wasnt quite there. He met an ex-girlfriend and felt a little surprised, a little annoyed, and a little impatient, but there wasnt the slightest bit of longing or heartache.

Obviously he shouldve liked her. Back when they broke up, he spent several days drowning his sorrows, but why was it that seeing her now was just a like seeing a stranger he happened to recognize?

He sighed and his eyes wandered inadvertently towards the coffee table. The domino earpiece and the feather dyeing agent stood next to each other. He couldnt help but to reach for the dyeing agent, his heart suddenly thudding with a dull pain.

Isefels face suddenly came to mind and took a firm hold over it while Qian Luyou was immediately forced far, far away.

How was it possible? Hadnt he already returned to the human world? So why was it even more painful than it had been on Noahs Ark?

Feisha curled up and clutched his knees. Whenever his heart hurt so badly he felt like hed lose himself, he always wanted to just shrink himself into a ball. But there was way too much in his stomach right now, so he could only curl his legs halfway. Both his heart and stomach hurt, the pain coming in waves that tormented him until he wanted to cry.

What are you doing? Layton opened the door and stared at his utterly miserable expression.

Im so full I could die. Feisha punched the sofa.

If youre just full, what are you doing with the dyeing agent?

. Feisha quickly hid it behind him.

This isnt called being so full you could die, this is called being dead set and full of it. (1) Layton walked into the bathroom with the pitter patter of his slippers on the floor. After a long time, he came out, looking refreshed.

Feisha was shocked. Did you just take a dump?

Layton nodded happily.

So fast? Feisha looked to his short stature and said woefully. I guess thats the benefit of having shorter intestines.

Early the next morning

Feisha bought some food back for Laytons meals, then pumped himself up and went out to hunt for jobs. Laytons wealth aside, he did have some small savings of his own, but he knew that eating idly would soon drain even the deepest coffers.

He couldnt sleep at all last night, so he went online and looked up the job listings for a few smaller hotels and made a few interview appointments for today. In the past he never would have stooped to applying to these types of places, but the economic crisis had led to a steep decline in hotel bookings. Forget hiring- a hotel was fortunate if it could avoid laying off half the staff. Thus Feisha was forced to continue lowering his standards.

He completed two interviews, and both went pretty well. Feisha found that his luck had finally turned for the better. At least he could avoid stooping to dishwashing for now!

He was standing off to the side of the road, just about dancing with joy, when suddenly a familiar voice called out behind him. What are you doing here?

Feisha immediately stiffened and slowly turned back, only to see Tony standing next to a pole, swaying slightly while holding up a goldfish tank.

Hey. Its been a while. It seemed like not only had his luck in careers taken a turn, his luck in friends had too. Before, he would run into someone maybe once every three years or so. Now he was running into them one a day without repeats.

Tony walked towards him quickly and whispered. You escaped?

Feisha rolled his eyes. Did you find a way to escape? Speaking of which, the two of them could probably be considered brothers-in-arms, fellow sufferers now.

Then how are you here? Today is only the sixth, it hasnt been a week yet.

Some stuff happened there, so I was let out early. Feisha pat him a few times on the shoulder. How have you been recently?

Tony hesitated a moment, then slowly admitted. I took over your job.

Feisha laughed. Oh. You holding up alright with Wu Zhenjian and that woman of his?

When Tony was sure he wasnt angry, he finally smiled and said. Its just work, I just consider them the dollars counting away and its fine.

Feisha examined his black suit, and then looked over at the goldfish tank in his hands. You should be at work right now, why are you out here buying goldfish?

A VIP guest wanted it. Tonys words were short.

But Feisha knew the way around the hotel business well. Whenever a new hire came in, if they couldnt wiggle their way into being a top dog, theyd have to bow to everyone else. No matter how you looked at it though, errands like buying goldfish shouldnt have ended up going to the front desk manager. But even if they were old friends, Feisha knew some explanations would be better left unexposed. So he just smiled and didnt ask further.

Tony suddenly spoke again. Oh right, there was a letter of yours delivered to the hotel. Are you free right now? Ill go back and grab it for you.

Feisha thought for a good long while, but couldnt come up with anyone that would be sending him a letter in this day and age. So he nodded and said Sure.

This was the hotel Feisha had been at the longest, so as far as feelings go, they should run the deepest here. But at soon as he stepped through the front doors and saw the gorgeous fountain in the middle of the lobby, the only thing that came to mind was Isefels ma.s.sive swimming pool. That crystal clear blue waterand the exceptionally beautiful angel within.

Whats wrong? Tony hurried back and saw him staring at the fountain with a desperate look, bordering on despair.

Feisha shoved both hands into his pockets and clenched them tightly. Breathing was so difficult, it felt as if he would suffocate in the next moment. The longing was so intense, it felt as if his heart would splinter and shatter right in his chest!

Feisha? Tony was a bit scared now.

Feisha raised his head and forced back the tears in his eyes.

Hey, are you okay? Tony held his shoulder gently.

Do you remember Isefel?

Tony blanked for a moment. Are you talking about the fallen angel?

Yeah.

What about him? His impression was actually limited to an exquisitely beautiful face and a pair of terrifyingly dark wings.

I fell in love with him.

What? Tony almost dropped the letter he was holding.

Feisha hung his head and smiled bitterly. And it seems like it might have turned into a bit of an obsession.

Tony went silent for a long time. He wasnt sure if he should remind him that he was talking about a fallen angel or if he should remind him that he was talking about a man.

After getting the words off his chest, Feisha suddenly felt like a heavy burden had been lifted. He took the letter in hand and smiled. Its good to have someone listening. Ill be going then. He began turning to leave.

Feisha. Tony chased after him.

Feisha stopped and looked back.

Tony looked at him and smiled. Do your best to find your own happiness, okay?

As he left the hotel, Feisha felt like he could finally let out a breath of relief. In this world, there were some feelings that could be stifled and fade away in silence. But there were also feelings that would just grow more wild and frantic the more they were pushed away. Perhaps his feelings for Qian Luyou were the former, but his feelings towards Isefel were definitely the latter.

The human world had TVs, computers, moviestoo many things that hed be reluctant to leave behind. But Isefel wasnt here in the human world- they couldnt even share the same air. This alone was enough to turn his hesitance into certainty.

After leaving the human world for half a year, he found that the only things he missed were the bustling streets and the glitterings choices of entertainment around every corner. But after leaving Noahs Ark for only a day, he found that he missed everyone he met there, every object, even the air and the lights that surrounded him.

Sometimes choices needed to be weighed against each other on the same playing field before a decision could be made.

Tony was right. He had to find his own happiness. Sometimes, even if you do your best to plan for the future, thing dont work out. So it might be better to start living one day at a time, following his own heart the whole way.

Feisha suddenly clung onto a pole and banged his head against it a few times. Ive been so stupid.

An elementary school kid walked slowly by him. The most stupid part is someone that wants to kill themselves cant even choose an empty place to do it. Wrecking the citys atmosphere.

This was the first time he realized that he had the power to wreck the city atmosphere.

After calming down, Feisha found a nearby park and sat down on one of the stone benches to open the letter.

It turned out the letter was from his aunt. (2)

After his father pa.s.sed away, his relationship with his aunt and uncle grew more and more distant. They hadnt been in contact for at least two years now. In those two years, hed lost his cell phone twice and changed his number at least once. No wonder why they were sending him a letter in writing.

The letter said that his uncle had pa.s.sed away in a car accident last month, and if he was free, the funeral was being held on the fourth of this month. There was a photo included in the envelope as well. It was a picture of his uncle with him as a childa picture of him with the last direct relative he had.

That day, he sat in the park for the entire afternoon, holding the letter and photo tightly in his hand.

Translators Notes

1. This joke makes a little more sense in Chinese. Feisha says hes (cheng si), literally very full dead. Its what you say when youre so full you feel like dying.

However, when the characters are reversed, its , which I had to look up, but its apparently a shortened form of a Cantonese expression, , literally a dead chicken lifting a pot lid where the full () means to support/lift in this context. Its referring to a chickens legs being stiff even after death, to the point where its keeping the pot lid open- its a saying that means youre so stubborn you wont recognize your mistakes even when youre already dead.

The closest I could get in English while having some sort of wordplay in there was dead set or full of it so I dropped them both.

2. The word here for aunt is which specifically refers to the wife of your fathers younger brother. So its an aunt, but a very specific type of aunt.