Morning Star

She walked up to the little boy and looked at him carefully as if to confirm.

"..." The little boy's eyes were cold but he was not afraid.

The man snorted coldly, grabbed the little boy's hand, lifted his sleeve, and scratched his white and tender arm. A bloody wound appeared on the white and tender arm, and the little boy didn't frown, but just looked at the man in front of him with great vigilance.

He smeared some blood on the tip of his index finger and examined it using a secret technique.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, but soon returned to normal. He turned around and looked at the woman on the ground and said sarcastically: "You are such a good mother. In that case, let him watch you die."

Then he raised his hand and chanted a spell. Thousands of sword blades formed by spiritual energy hovered above the woman.

The little boy realized what was happening and his face was filled with panic as he struggled to escape from the old man's clutches, but it was all in vain.

The man ignored his struggle and controlled the spiritual sword to fall.

The white spiritual sword blades fell like rain, piercing into the woman's body. The little boy could only watch his mother close her eyes and leave him.

He struggled, screamed, tears already streaming down his face...

"No!"

"do not want!"

"mother!"

"mother!"

"mother!"

"!"

Chujiu suddenly opened his eyes and what came into view was the white bed curtains.

My tears wet the pillow and my eyes felt like they were about to explode.

She stared at the bed curtain blankly without making any further move.

……

After a long while, her eyes slowly focused. She sat up, pulled aside the curtain and looked out.

Light shines in through the gaps in the windows, creating mottled shadows on the ground.

Is it already the second day?

With a heavy heart she dressed and got out of bed.

After washing up, I looked at my red and swollen eyes in the mirror. The dream scene was still flashing in my mind uncontrollably, over and over again, as if I wanted to engrave it in my heart.

Suddenly I missed my mother so much and wanted to go home.

Then the tears fell again.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

She wiped away the tears that had just fallen, looked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"

Chu Furong's somewhat impatient voice came from the door: "You don't want to eat breakfast, and you don't want to eat lunch either?"

"eat!"

She replied, quickly combed her hair and went out.

When she was halfway up the stairs, she saw Chu Furong, Gao Yashan, Mo Xinglan and the old shopkeeper already sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

A few days ago, the old shopkeeper started to eat with them. Chu Furong said that every time they ate, he was alone and waited for them to finish and clean up the dishes. She couldn't stand it anymore and pulled him over to eat with them. She said that he was alone and he cooked the meal, so they just had to eat together and they could give him fewer spirit stones.

Hence the present scene.

Now the four of them are sitting on each side.

So, where does she sit?

Chujiu walked to the dining table, and the four of them turned around to look at her.

Everyone was surprised when they saw her.

Chu Furong asked in surprise: "Why are you crying?"

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to rub his swollen and painful eyes, and made up an excuse: "It was the wind."

She glanced at Mo Xinglan and avoided his sight. In order to avoid seeing him from the corner of her eye, she took a stool, turned her face away, walked to his side, put the stool down and sat down.

The person she least wanted to see now was Mo Xinglan, but she couldn't not see him, otherwise he would ask her later if she didn't want to see him anymore.

"Is it the wind? Although this inn of mine is old, it won't blow your eyes red just by sleeping." The old shopkeeper joked as he picked up a piece of food with chopsticks.

Chu Furong observed her for a few seconds and asked, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Chujiu paused as he picked up the chopsticks, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "No."

He picked up the bowl in front of him, picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks and took a mouthful of rice.

Her appearance, coupled with her red and swollen eyes, made it look like she had encountered something sad and had been crying for a long time.

Gao Yashan thought for a moment and asked with concern: "Miss Third, are you thinking of something sad?"

"...Not sad." She was silent for a moment and then answered calmly.

What's going on with all of this? He suddenly cares about her so much and guesses so accurately, doesn't she have any face?

Mo Xinglan beside her looked at her without saying anything.

At this time, even Gao Yashan, who was the slowest to react, could see that Chujiu was saying one thing and thinking another, but he did not point it out. Instead, he reminded her seemingly unintentionally, "If Miss San encounters something unhappy, just speak up and we can work together to find a solution."

Chujiu, who was eating with his head down, nodded silently.

Although Chu Furong was curious about why Chu Jiu suddenly became unhappy after waking up from a nap, she didn't say anything else. She raised her hand and gently patted Chu Jiu's back as a way of comforting her.

Silent comfort can move people the most, and sad people are most likely to break down once they are comforted. So tears silently rolled out of Chujiu's eyes. In order not to let them see her, she buried her head even lower, almost stuffing her entire face into the bowl.

My mind is filled with memories of the past, my parents, and the tenth day of the first lunar month, flashing through my mind over and over again like a kaleidoscope.

It has been several months since she came here, and her parents must have known that something happened to her. I don't know if her body on Earth is still alive.

Her soul is here, she thought, her body on Earth should be...

The thought of this made her even sadder.

The people around her watched her put her face on the bowl in silence. Although they thought this action was funny, no one laughed at her.

A nice meal felt a bit depressing because it was the ninth day of the lunar new year.

Chujiu also noticed this, sniffed and raised his head from the bowl, wiped his face with both hands, stood up and forced a smile at them: "I'm fine, really fine. I just had a nightmare and was scared. I'm full, you guys eat slowly."

After saying that, she turned around and walked upstairs without waiting for anyone to speak.

Several people watched Chujiu go upstairs and then turned around to look at each other with questions. Since they didn't come up with an answer, they stopped discussing it.

After dinner, Mo Xinglan hesitated again and again and finally came to the door of Chujiu's room. Hesitantly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

When I looked up, I saw Chujiu looking at me with two red eyes.

He hesitated and said, "You..."

"What are you doing?" Chujiu asked first.

He paused after being interrupted and asked, "What did you...dream about?"

What did you dream about that made you cry like this?

After he asked, the last thing in the dream flashed through her mind again. She looked at him with a dull look in her eyes.

The appearance of the young man in front of her gradually overlapped with the young boy in her dream. She couldn't help but feel a little pity for him, and even the way she looked at him changed unconsciously.

Mo Xinglan saw the pity in her eyes and his eyes turned cold. He raised his hands to cover her eyes and said coldly: "It seems that I worry too much."

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of her eyes. Before she could react, she heard his cold voice. Her heart couldn't help but tremble. When did she offend him again?

While she was in a daze, she heard Mo Xinglan's threatening voice again: "Miss Chu, if you don't want these eyes, I can dig them out for you."

"?!"

She gasped and took a few steps back to look at him. The pity in her eyes disappeared completely and was replaced by horror.