Chapter 215 A Hundred Years of Solitude (4,600 words long chapter)

Author: Bachelor in White

Chapter 215 A Hundred Years of Solitude (4,600 words long chapter)

"Brother, do you understand?"

The man shook his head calmly: "No."

The monk touched his head: "What a coincidence, the young monk didn't understand it either."

"It doesn't matter." The man took a deep breath: "We have a lot of time."

Since that day.

A man and a monk live in an abandoned mansion.

There were dry fields around the mansion that lacked plowing, so the monk worked hard down the mountain to buy seeds, plow the fields, plant the land, water and fertilize, and his days became more fulfilling.

In front of the court, the man without his legs always sits in front of the court, watching the fallen leaves at dusk and the morning sun and dew.

After he returned home, he seemed to be a different person. He always seemed very quiet. Every evening, a childlike smile would appear on his vicissitudes of life.

I lived in the mansion for two years without knowing it.

The old woman's health was deteriorating. In fact, it had already been like this before the man came home. No wonder there was always a strong smell of herbs in the kitchen.

In the winter of the third year, the old woman caught wind and cold and kept coughing.

The sun was setting and snow was falling heavily. The mansion covered with a thick layer of snow was tinged with a golden glow in the afterglow of the setting sun. The man walked happily into the snow with crutches, letting the cold snow fall.

His face was cold and moist, and the melted snow water slid down the corners of his eyes, and he smiled.

"Ahem, Master, you seem to always like to watch the sunset."

The old woman coughed violently and looked at the young master who was struggling to walk on crutches. She felt heartbroken, but she couldn't help but ask. This question had been lingering in her mind for three years.

"And there's snow."

The man smiled slightly: "The color of the sunset reminds me of the yellow color of the desert...The heavy snow in the sky reminds me of that mountain. Now, it's all here."

"I really want to meet the young lady."

The young master once mentioned that he got married outside. The wife was very beautiful, with skin as white as snow, lips as red as cherry blossoms, arrows that were flawless, and fists that were very sharp. At this time, Aunt Mei didn't know what "sa" meant.

But she could tell that the young master really liked it.

"You will be able to see her when you are healthy. You gave birth to me and raised me since I was a child. You are half a mother to me. When spring comes next year, I will definitely find her back and burn a stick of incense in the ancestral hall to pray to my ancestors.

May I have a baby soon, and I will give you a cup of hot elder tea."

"Okay! Young master, you are handsome, and madam, she is pretty. No matter whether I have a boy or a girl, I will be the best among men. The blood of the Gongsun family will not be lost to other families. Ahem.

cough--"

Every morning, men have the habit of getting up early to paint.

The monks went out to work to support their families. Mei Niang would always fetch water, grind ink, and prepare painting tools for Zheng Xiu in advance. Zheng Xiu always said that Mei Niang was not in good health, so stop working hard. Mei Niang said that she was used to grinding ink for the master in the past.

She is not used to it because the master has been away these years and she is unfamiliar with it. Now that the master is back and someone is painting again, she is very happy and not tired at all. When Mei Niang said this, the man could only follow her.

The monk was wearing a raincoat. He went down the mountain to buy some paintings and came back. His face was flushed, as if he had met some happy event. "Brother, your paintings sold for a high price today! Someone understands your paintings! The monsters you painted are thief."

"Xiemen, the rich businessman said that he likes Xiemen's gadgets the most!" As he said this, the monk took out a heavy bag of silver.

"Tsk, people's hearts are impetuous."

The man sneered and put away the money. He knew very well that his paintings were worse than bullshit. The monsters and monsters he painted had no eyes, only had their own shape and spirit, and were no different from garbage. But the wealthy people who don't understand love garbage. It's extremely ironic.

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After the monk stopped fighting in the past few years, the world was peaceful, and he learned many skills by the way. He was proficient in washing, cooking, chopping firewood, carpentry, and embroidery. From time to time, he would be as innocent as a teenager, and from time to time, he would be as cheerful as a bandit.

From time to time, she is as shy as a girl, and she looks the same every now and then.

In the early morning of that day, Zheng Xiu came to the courtyard. It snowed heavily overnight, turning the branches white and the man's eyebrows white.

When the man saw the empty long table, he was slightly startled. Then he sat down and looked at the sky quietly, waiting for the sun to rise.

This is the first time in three years that he has not painted in the early morning.

Aunt May is dead.

After all, Aunt Mei still didn't survive the cold winter of that year.

She could not wait until the young master and the young lady returned home hand in hand.

She failed to see four generations of the Gongsun family living under one roof.

The monk and the man buried Aunt Mei with their own hands, and solemnly placed her coffin in the ancestral hall of the Gongsun family and worshiped her for seven days.

On the eighth day after Aunt Mei died, the man personally lit a fire and burned down the mansion.

Since then, the Gongsun family has disappeared from the world forever.

"I want to meet Xiaotao."

The man watched with his own eyes the fire that burned the ancestral home to ashes. Amidst the ashes flying in the sky, the silent man suddenly said something to the monk.

The monk was stunned for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Okay. She is in the imperial city."

Back then, Xie Yunliu used Bai Xiaosheng's friendship to find a wealthy businessman in the imperial city. The two wealthy businessmen were old and childless, and they treated Xiao Tao as his own daughter.

It has been nearly twenty years since we last parted. After Aunt Mei died, the man recalled in a daze that there was an ignorant girl like Mei Niang who polished ink for him regardless of rain or shine. At that time, he was focusing on

Painting the River Shelo.

In the blink of an eye, everyone the man knew in this world left one by one, leaving only the monk by his side.

He still failed to draw the "cannibal painting".

He doesn't know how to draw "heart".

It is not difficult to paint mountains, water, people, common people, hustle and bustle and fireworks, and all kinds of things in the world. Just talking about painting skills, he has already reached the realm of the "Gongsun Painting Sage" in the past. But he still can't draw it.

A "live" human heart.

The people are still "alive", and he can use thaumaturgy to secretly absorb people's souls and concentrate his painting power. But they are dead, and the man doesn't know how to paint the dead people vividly and vividly, and to live in the painting in an alternative way.

middle.

He still hasn't been able to understand this.

Remembering that the only people he knew in the world were the monk and Xiao Tao, the man suddenly had an impulse to meet her.

half year later.

The two of them and the cat walked back and forth until they arrived at the Imperial City.

On the way, the monk looked at the little cat who had not changed in the past ten years and wondered: "Brother, are you a cat who has a longer life?"

"It's not surprising that cats that come back alive from the desert live longer."

Xiaofengmiao proudly bared her teeth at the monk.

The carriage entered the city, and the imperial city was bustling with singing and dancing.

The disability of the man's feet attracted the attention of the people and they cast pity on him. The man has long been accustomed to such prejudice over the years. When passing by Zheng's house, the appearance of Zheng's house was slightly different from that of a hundred years later. After stopping for a while in front of the door, the monk asked

At this time, the man shook his head: "No need."

When they found the home where Xiao Tao was fostered, the man looked up and couldn't help but be startled.

It was actually the Jing family.

A hundred years later, his personal maid——Jing Xuemei’s family.

"Could it be..."

Such a coincidence made him feel a little inexplicable. After knocking on the door to announce his intention, he was greeted by an elderly couple. When they opened the door, their eyes were full of anger, as if they wanted to seek justice, but at that moment

When they saw the man's trousers swinging emptyly and the two dazzling iron crutches in his hands, the anger in the eyes of the elderly couple dissipated and they sighed:

"You are late."

Hearing this, the man frowned, and when he was about to ask, the monk said bluntly: "Is Xiaotao married?"

The old man looked complicated and nodded.

The man relaxed his frown and smiled at the monk. The monk understood and bowed his hands in salute for his eldest brother. The man said gently: "We met old friends in the past. We passed by the imperial city and wanted to talk about it. Since it's not a coincidence, let's forget it.

Already."

The elegantly dressed old woman opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She quietly tugged at her husband's sleeve.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the old man couldn't help but said: "Please stay!"

The man and the monk look back.

"Excuse me... what are your surnames?"

The monk first said: "Thank you Yunliu."

The man was silent for a moment: "...Gongsun Mo."
To be continued...