NFBE Chapter 234 I want to go home!
Chapter 234 I want to go home!
"You're back? How's things going in Jingu City?" Xue Tong, who had been playing freely with her children in the courtyard, immediately smiled broadly when she saw Xue Lan enter.
As she stopped, a little boy next to her jumped up and snatched the windmill from her hand.
"Oh dear, Little Stone!"
Xue Tong cried out in surprise and started fighting with the children again in front of Xue Lan.
She seemed to have been born with the ability to love.
Xue Lan looked at Xue Tong's figure. Today, she was wearing a light blue long dress with lifelike butterflies embroidered on the hem. Even her hair accessories were a set. Underneath the two round buns were delicate velvet flower hair ornaments, one side with a small light blue orchid and the other with a fluttering blue butterfly.
These aren't clothes Xue Lan bought for her, nor are they clothes she conjured herself.
Li Qing concealed himself the moment he entered the courtyard. Now, he stood in a corner of the courtyard, watching the little mute boy quietly reading a book.
Mingcheng sat in the chair, looking at Xue Lan, and said softly, "That was a gift from Aunt Hua. She likes Xiaotong very much."
Xue Lan nodded in understanding and walked towards Ming Cheng. When she arrived in front of him, she didn't hide anything and simply flicked her sleeve, throwing out a delicate little stool.
"There seem to be fewer children here."
On the small table next to Mingcheng were several upside-down teacups. The woman raised her hand and gently tapped them: "They've all been taken away by my family. Please, Miss Xue, pour yourself a cup of tea."
Xue Lan obeyed and did as instructed, watching the pale tea soup swirl in the teacup.
A gentle breeze rustled through the pear trees in the courtyard, as if it had been blowing from a very, very long time ago.
In the gentle breeze, Xue Lan could not quite hear Ming Cheng's words clearly.
"Miss Xue, would you like to hear a story?"
Xue Lan nodded slightly.
"More than ten years ago, the court and the country were in turmoil. In the early days of the new emperor's reign, the throne was unstable. The practice of trafficking and killing people in the south of Dali Dynasty became increasingly rampant. At that time, the chief constable of Shaoyi County was my adoptive father, Ming Wanshan. On a rainy night, he rescued me from being trafficked by human traffickers and suffering terribly."
"There were forty children in our group, and we lived in the government office of Shaoyi County from the torrential summer rains to the falling leaves of the pear trees. Most of the children were taken away by their parents who had been searching for them, or at the very least, they were adopted. By the day of Frost's Descent, I was the only one left in the entire government office, despite my unpleasant personality."
Mingcheng became the only unwanted and unpopular child. Ming Wanshan looked at the child and saw that she didn't seem mentally challenged, but she was unwilling to speak or reveal where her home was, so he decided to adopt her.
So one autumn day when everything was withered and yellow, he asked his youngest son to buy a bowl of wontons from a street stall when he left home.
“I’ve never been able to sleep well. Every time I close my eyes at night, all I see is endless darkness and hoarse ghostly noises. I always wake up in a fright before dawn. That day, as usual, I was in the yard watching the sun slowly rise, waiting for him to come on duty. But I never expected that he wouldn’t come alone.”
Ming Wanshan had two children, his eldest daughter Ming Shao and his second son Ming Hua.
"My godfather, along with my godmother and two older siblings, stood at the doorway, which was slowly illuminated by the morning light, and said..."
"Be our child!"
That was the happiest moment of Mingcheng's life. The little girl finished the whole bowl of wontons, not leaving a single drop of soup. It was as if through this ordinary bowl of wontons, she had connected herself, this wandering demon, with the human world.
She went from being a little girl who refused to utter her name even in death to becoming the third daughter of the Ming family, with a new name. From then on, she abandoned her past.
"I've never told anyone about this before. But I want to talk to Miss Xue about it today."
The woman's voice carried a faint sadness: "My name is Yu Mu, Yu as in 'extra' and Mu as in 'grave.' Ever since I was waiting in the yamen for my family to come looking for me, I knew that no one would ever come."
"Because I was sold to human traffickers by my own biological parents."
Xue Lan paused in her gentle stroking of the teacup.
The excess is the tomb of the grave.
What heartless parents would give their child such a name.
Compare this to Mingcheng's current name. A bright and promising future...
Xue Lan finished her cup of tea: "Everything will be alright."
“My tomb died long ago on that rainy night when you were rescued. A rootless person, now flourishing and thriving.”
Mingcheng thought to himself that Miss Xue sometimes spoke very nicely, but she knew about his physical condition.
She experienced despair at a young age, and since then, she has viewed life and death with indifference, like drifting clouds in the sky. She has faced danger many times but remained calm and composed.
He simply thought that since he was a rootless person, death was just that—death.
But now that the moment of truth had arrived, Mingcheng was somewhat afraid.
The woman put on a forced, calm smile: "Miss Xue, are you getting a little bored here? You could read some of Cao Yike's books."
A small booklet was handed to Xue Lan, who quickly flipped through it; the handwriting was extremely messy.
The cover had a few large, barely legible characters:
The Legend of Xuanlin's Solo Sword in the Martial World
Xue Lan vaguely remembered seeing this name before, but couldn't recall it at the moment.
The girl put the booklet aside and asked Mingcheng, "If you wish, Miss, Xue Lan is not entirely unable to take action."
She originally had no power to change Mingcheng's fate, but now that the entire Dali Dynasty is still in the process of being repaired, a good person like Mingcheng could be saved.
But to Xue Lan's surprise, Ming Cheng looked at her and slowly shook his head.
"No, I want to go home."
"As for Dan Dao, I haven't seen him these past few days. But I know he's leaving with the girl."
“We were originally rootless people, but now I am considered to have roots. We have been friends for many years, and I hope you can help him.”
"Don't be too stubborn, don't dwell too much on the past..."
After saying this, Mingcheng didn't speak again.
It seems that his connection with the immortal Xue Lan ended there, and all he asked for was a word of concern for his friend.
Perhaps this is how mortals should be, but how many mortals are actually like this?
Just then, Cao Yike's voice came from outside the gate: "Mingtou, Brother Ming is here."
The courtyard gate was pushed open, and Xue Lan saw a strong man run in from outside, crying and shouting:
"Little sister! Your brother is late."
Mingcheng also stood up with a smile: "Second Brother!"
Xue Lan watched the brother and sister enjoying themselves and said nothing more. She simply raised her hand when no one was around, and a wisp of pure medicinal power was injected into Ming Cheng's body. After circulating light, it was completely absorbed into the woman's body.
Xue Lan turned the teacup upside down to prevent dust from getting inside. She then slowly walked towards the little mute boy who was quietly reading in a corner of the courtyard.
The child was engrossed in watching when suddenly a shadow fell over his head.
He looked up and saw that the beautiful woman who had once saved him was right behind him.
Xue Lan asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
The little boy wrote three words on the ground with a twig: Mo Yunhui.