Chapter 262: Chu Yuan
There was one thing Zi Congheng (Chu Yuan) did not say.
After witnessing his Father’s head explode, his chronic headache flared up again.
It hurt.
His head felt like it was splitting apart.
Most of the time, it was.
Fortunately, his expression remained indifferent.
Even when in pain, it was impossible to tell.
He wrote a letter to Mianmian.
It was because he felt she was somewhat different.
She would live a long life.
It was just like how he viewed others.
As if he could clearly see their lifespans.
Some people were exceptionally bright, like a ball of light.
Some were dim, like a candle that had burned out.
Some flickered on and off.
He did not like looking at people; he did not like looking at chaotic things.
He felt that Mianmian could take good care of his turtle.
He did not suffer from emotional depression; his pain was truly physical.
His head hurt terribly.
Every moment.
Every single point was painful.
He did not like to smile or speak, because opening his mouth might also cause his head to hurt.
He truly wanted to end his life after handing over the little turtle.
His life had been short, painful, and even confused and meaningless.
When he was born, his mother had already passed away.
His Father was imprisoned; life was a straight path to the end, long and hopeless.
Fortunately.
He did not regret it now.
His Father had tried hard for his sake.
He did not end up truly living in a cage like a mouse without freedom.
He had seen high mountains, white clouds, great rivers, and many people.
After leaving the Jiang Family when he was young, he had always stayed by his Father’s side.
Living together.
They, Father and son, had relied on each other and lived together for a long time.
He had accompanied his Father earnestly.
It was enough.
When recalling the moment his Father passed away, it actually wasn’t that painful, because he had been right there by his side.
But now, before his eyes.
A head leaned over and gently rubbed against his arm.
His arm trembled slightly.
He raised his hand and stroked her head.
Her family all liked to pat her head.
Because when they patted her head, she would bristle, like a small animal with its fur standing up—very cute.
She worried about having thin hair.
Even now, she actually had a head of dark, thick hair, with fine wisps of fuzz on her forehead; her hair was very lush.
Even when close to her, one could see fine, transparent fuzz on her face.
Goodbye.
She was truly beautiful.
People like beautiful objects and people because they are pleasing to the eye and make one feel happy when looking at them.
She was exactly like that.
Only her temperament was slightly different.
She was more lively and active than most people.
Perhaps because her parents loved her very much, she lived quite freely.
It was said that Mr. Jiang doted on her very much.
Mr. Gang had said that because someone claimed her fate was strange, Mr. Jiang, upon hearing this, raided that person’s lair, destroyed it completely, and thoroughly cut off the path of survival for that group of people.
Because he wanted her to go to school, he even established a new school for girls.
Actually, the root of establishing a girls’ school lay in money.
If a girl could go to school, it meant that a girl in the family would be out of production, unable to work, and would also require financial investment.
This was something ordinary people could not do.
Even for families with the means, the concept was hard to form.
This was a long transformation.
It might even take hundreds of years to achieve.
Yet, he had made it happen against all odds.
Without deep, long-term considerations, he rectified public order, allowed those who wanted to work hard to make money to do so, and allowed those who could farm to farm.
For his daughter’s simple request to go to school, he accomplished what countless others could not.
Mr. Gang often praised Jiang the Second in front of his Father.
Every time he got excited while praising him, he would slap his thigh.
He was sometimes there too.
He recalled.
He felt that the most fortunate one must be that girl.
She lived so freely and uninhibitedly, without illness or pain; he wondered how her personality would be, had it changed?
Some people, after receiving infinite kindness, would develop a terrible personality.
Because they demand without limit.
Becoming greedy by nature.
Human nature is inherently evil.
Goodbye.
In front of Father’s grave.
She was wearing white.
Jiang the Second and his strong wife had also come.
Jiang the Second flickered on and off; his wife was very stable, bright, and soft, like a bright star—her radiance was steady, gentle, and not dazzling; being near her was not blinding.
Jiang Feng was a ball of black flame.
A bit like him.
Some people were covered in light, but the temperature was extremely high, and at the same time, it scorched themselves.
Mianmian was also bright, translucent, yet seemed to be surrounded by a layer of flowing water.
She ran back and forth, like a constant star surrounded by flowing water.
When she came close, his chronic headache seemed to get much better.
Right now.
The flickering Jiang the Second actually comforted him.
He told him.
“Live each day well; each day, added up, makes for a very good life.”
So, it turned out that people surrounded by loved ones, even those with physical ailments, could slowly recover.
His head still hurt, actually.
If possible.
Lying down was the most comfortable.
With something to support his head, he wouldn’t feel pain every single moment.
But at this moment, he ignored the headache.
He looked at Jiang the Second earnestly.
Jiang the Second’s radiance was stable.
He looked at Mianmian.
Mianmian was still flickering incomparably, like a star or the warm sun, still surrounded by flowing water.
Perhaps none of these lights existed, they were just delusions.
It was just because his chronic headache was too painful.
He had visualized people.
Transformed them into light.
Some people recognize others through facial features, details, accessories, and clothing.
But he recognized others through changes in light and shadow.
It wasn’t that you happened to go out just as I opened the door.
It was just that my world was dull and devoid of light.
Only when you appeared did I dare to step out.
He was in the abyss.
Waiting for salvation or falling into a deeper abyss.
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