Chapter 6: The Golden Book of Fandu (3) ()

"I am your grandfather, and your mother is my only daughter." The old man in white said to Qing'er.

"Huh--" Chu Tian just rushed to a place five meters behind the old man with white robe, and was hit by an invisible force and his body flew up again.

"Your mother is gone, do you still remember her? I've been looking for you for a long time." The old man in white robe continued: "You can go home with me now."

"No, I don't want you, I don't know you!" Qing'er cried, "Let me go, I want my brother..."

The old man in white robe smiled slightly, picked up Qing'er and turned around to look at Chu Tian who was staring at him like a hungry wolf.

"Your roots are good, and if you want, you can be my disciple."

"I don't want it!" Chu Tian got up and rushed over again, "Give Qing'er back to me!"

"A boy who is ungrateful." The old man in white robe yelled, and his body rose up and flew over the wide river with Qing'er in the wind.

"Brother, brother!" Qing'er cried heartbrokenly in the arms of the old man in white robe, but her voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

"Qing'er, Qing'er--" Chu Tian couldn't swim, so he ran towards the nearest bridge like crazy.

But soon he realized in despair that even if he ran to the Transit Bridge, he would never be able to recover Qing'er. The white figure that took her away was like a sudden wind, disappearing in the depths of the wind and snow in a flash.

But Chu Tian couldn't stop running, he chased Qing'er's crying in the wind until the night sky became quiet, Qing'er's figure and her crying drifted away in the north wind.

Chu Tian staggered from the top of the bridge to the foot of the bridge, his head, hands and face turned red. After a numbness, there was a biting pain everywhere.

He lay on the bluestone strips covered with snow and looked at the night sky, his eyes unable to stop crying. There was still a hint of hopeless expectation in his heart. Perhaps, perhaps, that old man, the old man who came and went without a trace like a ghost, would return again and return Qing'er to himself.

When the snow covered Chu Tian's messy footprints again, the miracle was still hidden deep in the dark night sky without revealing its smiling face. Chu Tian's heart became cold and stiff like his body, until he suffocated to the bottom of despair.

"Ah--" He burst into tears, and tears poured out like a flood that opened its doors.

He always thought that he was doing his best to take care of Qing'er, but he did not realize that in his life, Qing'er had long become everything to him. She was the meaning of her existence, and she gave herself the courage to wait for the dawn of the new day.

But suddenly, existence is meaningless, and tomorrow's dawn no longer needs to be longed for. The only happiness in life is ruthlessly deprived of it.

So a twelve-year-old boy let himself be buried in the snow on a snowy night, let himself cry out in tears, let himself scream at the top of his lungs, crying between heaven and earth that he was ruthlessly taking away his loved ones. But the heaven and earth are silent, except for the gurgling river beside him witnessing his sorrow, who would give this helpless boy a love?

He hated his powerlessness, he hated this cruel world for himself, he hated the pain imposed on him, but how can he get rid of their entanglement?

The old man in white robe who looked arrogant and ruthless was really Qing'er's grandfather. Can he and Qing'er have a day to meet again?

It's dawn.

Chu Tian wandered along the river bank in a daze. The heavy snow stopped at some point, but the sky was still gloomy and there was no sunshine. There were gradually people by the river, and Huaiyang City began to wake up from its sleep.

Under a row of bare poplar trees by the river bank, several breakfast stalls were set up. The tempting fragrance mixed with the pungent smell of coal smoke floated in the dry and cold air, bringing the first vitality to the city.

Chu Tian was hungry for almost a day and a night, and he couldn't help but slow down his heavy steps in front of a pastry stall.

The owner of the pastry stall was a sister-in-law. She looked at Chu Tian, ​​who was dressed in rags and had a blue-faced look, and she couldn't move in front of the stall. Without saying a word, she took out two steaming white buns from the steamer and handed them over.

Chu Tian shook his head. Although his body was extremely hungry and cold, he was really not in the mood to eat.

"Hold it, no money!" The sister-in-law said with a strong Huaiyang accent and stuffed the steamed buns into Chu Tian's hand. "It's cold, how can I not eat?"

When Chu Tian was in a state of despair, he suddenly felt the long-lost kindness in the world. Suddenly, his nose was sore and tears were about to fall off again. He lowered his head and put the steamed bun in his mouth and took it, and chewed it without saying a word.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." My sister-in-law quickly scooped up half a bowl of soy milk from the pot and handed it to Chu Tian.

Chu Tian took it unconsciously and took a sip. A warm and sweet heat flowed down his throat and into his empty stomach and intestines.

He gradually became hot, his mind was slightly awake, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

The sister-in-law shook her head and smiled, "What are you thanking? Who doesn't have a time to get into trouble?"

Chu Tian was suddenly moved by his feelings and couldn't help but squat on the ground to cover his face and sobbed.

The sister-in-law squatted down, wiped away the tears and mud on Chu Tian’s cheeks, and asked softly: “Little brother, where is your parents? What’s the problem? Can you tell me? Maybe you will feel better after saying it out.”

"My parents are gone..." Chu Tian said.

"Poor" my sister-in-law was stunned and said, "Well, if you are hungry, just come here to eat buns. My sister-in-law won't charge you money!"

Chu Tian shook his head, took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it over.

"This has to be four or five taels, too much. I can't accept it. I'm kind-hearted! Besides, where did you get so much money at your young age?" My sister-in-law was shocked and pushed the money back to Chu Tian.

Chu Tian shivered violently, suddenly stood up and ran away.

The cold wind in the morning blew his thin clothes tightly against his body. Chu Tian ran faster and faster, running back to the bridge where he lived, lay down dejectedly, looking at the above with empty eyes.

Qing'er was taken away by the old man ghost, Wu Xiucai's house was burned, and the young man who fell into the river was probably in danger... Their shadows kept floating around in front of Chu Tian's eyes like a lantern, making his chest feel stuffy, sore and even crazy.

I don’t know how long it took, but Chu Tian felt a little painful on his lower back, as if something was put on his back.

He reached out and touched him listlessly, and his fingers touched a hard thing, with edges and corners, as if it was a wooden box.

"Hey, where did this thing come from?" Chu Tian pulled out the wooden box from under him in surprise. Seeing that it was less than one foot long and only two inches wide, he held it in his hand and shook it, making a dull "dongdong" sound inside.

Could it be that this is something left by the young man yesterday?

What is inside? Chu Tian couldn't help but be curious and opened the wooden box.

A faint golden-red halo radiated from the wooden box, and there was a shiny jade tube inside. The tube was covered with dragon and phoenix texts painted with golden textures, like colorful clouds and moons surrounding a line of red seal script. The pen of the seal script was elegant and ancient, and Chu Tian guessed and confused, barely recognized: "Bandu Jin Shu—"

A mysterious and strange aura emanated from the jade tube, which penetrated into the pores of his skin like silk, flowing like a clear spring, washing away the fatigue and soreness of his body. Chu Tianqing couldn't help but pick up the jade tube from the wooden box and squeezed it into his hand.

"Huh--" A golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the bizarre scene came to his face with countless mysterious words and images, as if a new world was opened in an instant - as if in the heart, as if in the ears, a voice was saying to himself:

“From this moment, everything will change, everything will be different.
Chapter completed!