Chapter 602 The Sun Also Rises

The younger brothers and sisters gradually fell asleep, and Dalang was the only one with his eyes open in the dark room.

He didn't bring much with him. He only wore the small sword given by his uncle. The slingshot, bow and arrow, and dagger were already packed in a box. He only had two books, and he planned to borrow those he didn't have from Erlang to save himself some effort.

But there was something very important that he couldn't take away and couldn't find anyone to borrow it from.

Awang will not go to the capital, he has made his attitude clear in the main hall just now.

Qin Yao also chose to respect.

Thinking of this, Dalang felt depressed. The excitement and joy of exploring the new map disappeared, leaving only a feeling of powerlessness and helplessness.

For the first time, the boy realized that the relationship between people was so weak.

He can't change anyone, nor can he change himself for anyone.

Even his blood-related brothers and sisters are independent individuals with their own independent ideas and will not stay for anyone.

Everyone has their own path to take.

Dalang hasn't figured out the path he wants to take yet. It seems a bit far away for him, but he wants to know what path Uncle Awang wants to take.

I can't sleep anyway, and I have to drop out of school tomorrow morning. My lazy dad will definitely not take them out early. It doesn't matter if I sleep a little later, I can get up anyway.

Dalang sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and clothes, tiptoed out of the room, and walked towards the attic in the backyard in the dark.

As soon as I got downstairs, before I could knock on the door, the door was blown open by the wind, leaving a gap that was just enough for one person to go in and out.

Dalang patted his chest to calm his frightened heart, and looked inside. A light suddenly came on, and Awang was standing inside, holding a candlestick.

"Uncle Awang!" Dalang walked in excitedly and asked in a low voice, "Do you know I'm here?"

Awang nodded, pointed to the attic, and motioned him to go up first. He stayed behind, closed the door, and then came up with the candlestick.

"What are you doing here?" Awang asked puzzled.

Dalang sat cross-legged on the ground with a familiar look, looked up at Awang who was sitting by the window, and asked, "Uncle Awang, are you really not going to the capital with us?"

Awang nodded firmly: "No, I just said that." So he was not very satisfied with him asking again, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Dalang learned martial arts from Awang, and although he didn't understand Awang's personality and temper completely, he did understand them about 70% or so.

He usually doesn't make excuses. If he wants to go, he's going. If he wants to go, he's going. He doesn't need to think about every word he says because it means what it says.

"Okay, then we're going to the capital. What are you going to do here alone?" Dalang asked with concern.

Awang seemed to be thinking seriously. After two or three seconds, he answered: "Continue to grow vegetables and watermelons, and then grow a few pots of flowers."

He saw that Mrs. Qiu had two pots of flowers in the old house, which was quite interesting.

Seeing Awang's expectant look, Dalang had to admit that he felt sad, and muttered in a low voice, "Then you don't feel reluctant to leave us at all?"

"A little bit." Awang answered truthfully.

He waved his hand, motioning Dalang to sit closer, and patted his shoulder with his big, broad hand, "Practicing martial arts is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It requires long-term persistence. Even without a strict teacher to supervise you, you still have to practice diligently."

Dalang hummed in a depressed tone. He knew that even if Uncle Awang didn't remind him, he would insist on practicing martial arts every day.

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"Uncle Awang, although my mother didn't say how long she would be away in the capital, she must wait until the result of my father's imperial examination comes out. I'm afraid she will be gone for several years, or even longer."

The boy suddenly paused, and Awang asked suspiciously, "Or what?"

".Not coming back." Dalang sighed deeply, suddenly grabbed Awang's hand and asked him: "Uncle Awang, will you wait for us at home?"

Awang: “I don’t know.”

This expected answer obviously hurt the boy. He lowered his head, slowly loosened his hand, and said nothing.

Awang urged: "Go to sleep, I want to sleep too."

He had to get up early tomorrow to go into town to check the carriage, and then buy two strong horses as his lady had instructed so that he could set off on his journey.

Dalang looked at Awang with resentment, as he showed no emotion at all. It turned out that human joys and sorrows are not the same!

"Then I'll take my leave." With a somewhat angry tone, Dalang got up from the mat, clasped his fists, turned around, and ran downstairs back to his room.

When he pushed open the door of the children's room, Dalang vaguely heard a long sigh coming from the attic.

Perhaps, it is not easy for people to meet each other, and they should cherish every moment they can spend together.

That night, the young man tasted the bitterness of separation, and understood that everyone is just a passerby, not the protagonist, in the eyes of others.

To sum up, even if there is no one in this world, the sun will still rise as usual.

Early in the morning, Awang drove the carriage into the city.

As expected, it was quite late when Liu Ji took the children to the Ding family to study. Dalang yawned and woke up his younger brothers and sisters. The five of them washed up, had breakfast at home, and then set off in the ox cart.

It was Jinhua and Jinbao who were completely unaware of the situation. They were good students who were always punctual, but they were forced to miss a class because of their uncle's family.

Fortunately, their third uncle vouched for them, saying that they were delayed due to important matters at home, and the teacher did not punish them.

When they suddenly learned that their uncle and aunt's family were going to Beijing, Jinhua and Jinbao were so envious that they cried.

"Uncle San, how about I become Dalang's servant? Can you take me with you to the capital?"

When Liu Ji had finished explaining to the teacher and was about to take his four children to the Ding family, Jin Bao suddenly made a loud and earnest request.

Liu Ji thought to himself, do you dare to repeat these words in front of your mother?

If he dares to take his eldest brother and sister-in-law's only son to the capital, his sister-in-law will kill him!

"Jinbao." Liu Ji looked at his eldest nephew with a distressed expression, "Your uncle's life is also his life! Why do you have to make such a vicious request? If your uncle agrees to your request, won't your mother scratch me to death when I get home?"

Under the child's apologetic gaze, Liu Ji raised his hand and made a hushing gesture, signaling his nephew to shut up.

"Be good and listen carefully to the teacher's lecture." Pointing at the teacher who was about to get angry with a stern face, Liu Ji flicked his sleeves and went straight to the Ding family with his four children.

At the same time, all the young and old in Liujia Village have received the news that the village chief is about to leave and they will soon vote to elect a new village chief.

Some are happy and some are sad.

The clan leader detained Yin Le who came to inform him and took her to Qin Yao's house. As soon as he entered the house, he caught Qin Yao who was packing her luggage in the yard and scolded her: "You are just fooling around!"

"Hurry up and have someone withdraw the message. Just say that we were joking with everyone just now. You are doing a good job as the village chief. Why are you stepping down? We are counting on you to lead our entire village to the pinnacle of life. Have you forgotten what you said in the first place?!"

The clan leader spitted out a mouthful of saliva, and the air was full of foam. Qin Yao was so scared that she quickly took three steps back and shook her head helplessly.