Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

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"A-song, come and help!"

A clear female voice came from deep in the bamboo forest.

Wu Song was startled. It was his mother's voice! He broke into a run, his clothes sweeping across the wildflowers by the roadside, startling a flock of colorful butterflies.

Passing through layers of bamboo forest, a familiar courtyard appeared before my eyes. The stone mill in the corner of the courtyard was still stained with the residue of grinding beans in the morning. The Dazong clothes hanging on the bamboo rack swayed gently in the wind. At the foot of the wall, my young self was squatting on the ground, carefully drawing a diagram of stick techniques with a branch.

"Mother~"

My mother stood under the eaves, holding the freshly steamed mugwort cake in her hands, her eyebrows curved:

"Stop playing around, it'll get cold if you don't eat it."

She still had the half-broken jade hairpin in her hair.

Wu Song bought it when he was seven years old with the pocket money he had saved for half a year.

Wu Song stood there blankly, watching his younger self rush over with cheers. His mother smiled, picked him up, and scratched his nose affectionately.

"Be careful of the burn."

The mother passed the cake to Xiao Wusong's mouth and turned to look at the door.

"Boss, come and try it. Ah Song said he wants to go to the morning exercises with you today."

"Not bad!"

The father came in from outside, carrying a stick, beads of sweat on his forehead. He reached out and lifted little Wusong onto his shoulders:

"Okay! I want to see how high our little eagle can fly today!"

The laughter of the family of three echoed in the courtyard. Wu Song could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

"Father, mother..."

Memories came flooding back like a tide. It turned out that the sunshine at that time was so warm, that his mother's arms were so soft, and that his father's eyes were full of pride and love when he looked at him.

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“Emergency, emergency!”

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the yard.

Several disciples dressed in Dazong uniforms rushed in with panicked expressions:

"Oh no! An's forces have broken through the defense line. The Sect Master wants us to immediately..."

"boom……"

Before he could finish his words, a violent explosion was heard, and the bamboo wall of the courtyard collapsed. Smoke and dust filled the air, and a chaotic atmosphere hit him in the face.

"Take Asong with you!"

The father put the stick into the mother's hand and drew the sword from his waist.

"I'll cut off the queen!"

The mother hugged little Wusong tightly, tears dripping down his neck:

"Don't be afraid, A'song, mother is here..."

"No! I want to be with Daddy!"

Xiao Wusong struggled to reach out his hand, but his mother held him tightly.

Wu Song watched as his memory of himself was taken away crying, watched as his father swung his whistle baton at the Chaos army, watched as that familiar figure was gradually swallowed by darkness...

"do not want!"

"Do not……"

Wu Song rushed forward, wanting to change everything, but his hand passed through his father's body, and he watched helplessly as the chaos tentacles pierced his father's chest.

"A-song, remember..."

The father turned his head with difficulty in the chaos, looking at the mother and son running away in the distance, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A disciple of the fighting sect, never give up..."

"enough!"

“Why do you treat me like this!”

Wu Song roared, and the energy in his body surged wildly.

The illusion shook violently, and the bamboo forest, the courtyard, and the figures of the parents were all distorted.

He fell to his knees, clutching his hair tightly with both hands, tears mixed with blood falling to the ground:

"Why...why did you make me go through all this..."

"Ha ha……"

The whisper of chaos rang in my ears:

"As long as you let go of resistance and merge into the chaos, you can stay here forever..."

Wu Song raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

In the distance, the phantoms of his parents reached out to him and gently called his name.

At the edge of the illusion, Da Fei's anxious figure was looming, and the puppet's roar penetrated the layers of illusion.

"Wusong! Wake up!"

Dafei's roar was filled with tears.

"Have you forgotten why we came here?! Sister Mo Zi is still waiting for us to rescue her! Xiao Qing and Bai Tang are still fighting hard at the foot of the mountain! Come back here!!"

"I..."

Wu Song dug his nails deep into his palms. At the moment when blood dripped, he seemed to feel the warmth of his father's palms and hear his mother's gentle admonitions again.

The parents in the illusion suddenly stopped, gave him a relieved smile, and their figures gradually became transparent.

"A Song, go do what you should do."

My father's voice echoed in the void.

"We will always be proud of you."

The illusion shattered, Wu Song opened his eyes, and Chaos' father's broken stick was already within reach.

"..."

He slowly picked up the broken stick on the ground. The moment the two sticks touched, golden light burst out, illuminating all the darkness in the ice cave.