"Then tell me, is the Beast God still alive?"
Jiang Cha tentatively asked this question, wanting to explore the secrets of this world.
Unfortunately, the system only left a message: "Sorry, host, your permissions are insufficient. Xiao Qi cannot answer this question."
I knew it; when it really matters, the system won't say a word.
"Try it."
Jiang Cha was feeling down when Yin Lu walked in carrying the dishes.
White rice, golden stir-fried meat, and lush green vegetable soup.
The aroma was so enticing that she couldn't help but swallow hard.
After observing carefully, Jiang Cha picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
She suddenly remembered a rumor.
Yin Lu seemed to have never harmed any orcs, and he was rarely seen hunting.
The meat he ate was mostly obtained through trade or from animals that died naturally, supposedly to accumulate good fortune.
So much so that even if he hypnotized an entire tribe in search of something, no one blamed him; this guy was famous, but all his reputations were good.
Because he saved more people.
Thinking that his greatest punishment for her was making her run naked, Jiang Cha felt much more relaxed.
At least you don't have to worry about your life.
"Is it tasty?"
The man's deep, low voice reached her ears, startling her.
"Hiccup~ It's just so-so, not as good as my dad's cooking."
Jiang Cha let out a burp and was just about to ask for a drink when a glass of warm water was thoughtfully handed to her.
The craftsmanship of this cup is much better than that of ordinary ceramic jars.
"Is he your beastly husband?"
"Yes, my first beast husband, and also my childhood sweetheart."
"As far as I know, he is very weak."
"So what? I like it."
"..."
Yin Lu chuckled, seemingly even more interested in her.
The little female in front of me had moist red lips and beautiful eyes that were filled with happiness when she talked about her beast husband.
He tidied up the table without a word and left, his back view showing a hint of loneliness.
Actually, he had once experienced that kind of happiness, which was given to him by his mother.
His father died when he was very young, and his mother, unlike other delicate females, was able to raise him all by herself.
His mother would set many traps and make bows and arrows for hunting. She would always return from a hunt with a full load. For many years, she and he lived together in this little house, relying on each other for survival.
He also heard his mother say that she came from another world where monogamy was the norm. She loved her father very much and didn't want a second husband, which is why she left the tribe.
Unexpectedly, this also led to her father's death. She was very sad. If it weren't for him, she might have followed her father long ago.
Moreover, his mother was not happy. After he was fifteen and could successfully hunt wild animals by putting them to sleep, his mother left him.
Before she died, she told him that she had just gone to another world, and if he missed her, he should become stronger than the Beast God, so that perhaps the mother and son could be reunited one day.
When his mother had just passed away, he didn't know what to do when he opened his eyes, and he couldn't fall asleep even with his eyes closed. He looked at the empty house, feeling lost and helpless.
There's always an indescribable feeling, a feeling that's neither intense, nor particularly sad, nor painful, and not even angry.
Neither sad nor happy, it felt like a layer of fog had risen in his heart, a very calm fog, not thick, but enough to block out all the sun, leaving him to be attacked by wind and rain.
He only found out later.
That layer of fog is called loneliness.
He couldn't integrate into this world, but he couldn't leave it either. He desperately tried to become stronger, but he could never meet his mother's requirements or see the legendary Beast God.
Now, he has finally met his kind again, like a mother.
But he sadly discovered that even though he had the chance to see his mother, he wasn't very happy at the time.
It seems that all that remains of his longing for his mother is obsession.
As Jiang Cha watched the departing man, she seemed to see a trace of sadness in him.
He's someone with a story to tell!
She thought for a moment, then went out of the house, found a slightly firmer leaf, wiped it clean, and gently placed it to her lips.
"Pfft~"
After a few farts, she slowly found the knack, producing sounds like a natural symphony. The sound was soft and layered, changing with her blowing, like the low murmur of a violin, melodious and lingering.
The melody she played had a comforting quality, which drew Yin Lu out of her reverie.
The scene before him startled him.
In a quiet grove of trees, sunlight filters through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled shadows.
The girl stood under an ancient tree, wearing a light long dress, her black hair swaying gently in the breeze. She held a green leaf in her hand and gently placed it to her lips. With a light touch of her tongue, she could play a melodious tune.
Jiang Cha closed her eyes slightly, completely immersed in her own musical world, as if everything around her had stopped, and only her duet with the leaves echoed in the air.
This is what her grandmother taught her before she passed away.
Listening to the tune she played, she slowly recalled her distant memories from her past life.
Her parents divorced when she was four or five years old.
They didn't want her.
One family wanted her to stay with her grandfather, while the other wanted her to stay with her maternal grandmother.
In the end, Jiang Cha chose her kind-looking grandmother.
Actually, it's nothing. She was very happy living with her grandmother in the countryside. Every day she was either catching shrimp in the water or picking fruit in the mountains. She also made a group of good friends. Back then, she could chat with the animals in the mountains for an entire afternoon.
But when she was twelve, all of that was gone.
My maternal grandmother has passed away.
She was sent to her grandfather's place.
Grandpa is in relatively good health, but he only likes smoking and playing cards.
I often forget to leave her food, leaving her hungry every few days.
Perhaps her stomach cancer developed during that time.
Even so, she only stayed for three years before her grandfather died of a heart attack after getting into a fight with someone because he lost a card game.
Her parents felt even more that she was a jinx.
But she is still a minor, and legally they still have an obligation to support her.
From then on, she became an orphan with both parents.
One person is a family.
Then every month I would ask both my parents for money for food, living a frugal life.
When he finally grew up and was able to find a job to support himself, the two of them really stopped caring about him.
She began a period of working two jobs a month and studying hard every day, saving every penny.
She finally got into university, only to discover she had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. With nowhere to spend her tuition fees, she decided to use her last savings on a trip.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
The plane was bombed as soon as I boarded, and I ended up in this hellish world.
It also bound her to a childbirth system, reshaping her values.
The melody gradually became sad and somber.
Jiang Cha didn't actually miss that world; she was just thinking about her grandmother, the only person who had ever loved her.
The old man held her hand as he lay dying, looking at her with a worried expression, saying, "My little girl is so young, what will become of her..."
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