Chapter 142 Shen Yushu in His Youth 3
Thus, the boy stayed at Yunchan Temple for a few more days.
During that time, I spent time with the little girl, feeling like a spirited young boy before he was burdened by a blood feud, and we played wildly for a few days.
On the day of separation, the little girl was unusually quiet.
She stared at him longingly, her eyes red-rimmed, but she didn't say a word.
The boy sighed inwardly, squatted down in front of her, and said, "Brother Chen is leaving, does Xiao Huan have anything to say?"
The little girl sniffed and said with great integrity, "I keep my word. These past few days of playing with you are your way of repaying my kindness."
The boy felt a mix of emotions. Finally, he pinched her cheek and said, "Brother keeps his word. I will definitely heal you in the future."
You also need to fatten up your little face to make it round and chubby.
However, the little girl loves beauty, and even though she is young, she can't stand hearing things that sound round and chubby.
The little girl still didn't take it seriously, only saying that he was really nice.
The slender boy walked further and further away from the little girl's sight.
Only when she could no longer see anyone did the little girl finally let out the tears that had been holding back in her eyes.
I was so heartbroken that I cried myself unconscious.
Then I lay there for a very long time.
The boy learned about this three months later. The abbot's letter also said that the girl couldn't remember many things after she woke up and was taken back by her family.
He wanted to know which family the little girl belonged to, but the abbot said that the time was not yet right and he should not go to look for her.
Even if you search, you won't find anything.
The monks at Yunchan Temple were quite mysterious, and he was not one to believe or listen to them. However, his repeated inquiries all ended in failure.
The little girl seemed not to exist.
But he knew it wasn't a dream.
While seeking revenge, he also devoted himself to studying medicine.
The notes and insights left by his master always helped him at crucial moments.
His reputation in the martial arts world gradually grew.
More and more people are looking for him.
Only that little girl, in the Valley of Life and Death, held onto that expectation, waiting day after day.
Later, he got his revenge.
Later, his reputation in the martial arts world gradually became polarized.
Two years later, the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader came seeking medical treatment.
On a whim, I wanted to see just how unbreakable this legendary sisterhood really was.
However, the moment he saw the little girl, he recognized her at a glance.
Even as he grew older, he remained pitifully thin.
He was initially happy and excited, but the first thing she said was: "If you have a problem, just go after her!"
What kind of talk is that?
It must be the rumors circulating in the martial arts world that made her think he was an utterly wicked villain!
He panicked, but was extremely indignant, and inexplicably made an extremely nasty request.
Who knows what was wrong with Jiang Mingyue? She actually plunged a dagger into her heart without hesitation.
The little girl was so angry that she cursed at him!
She looked so pitiful, crying her eyes out.
She even cried herself unconscious in the end.
They probably hate him to death!
He stubbornly fabricated a story and signed a three-year contract with the Jiang family.
But later, he realized that three years was far too short.
So short-lived, it seems, that he and she only had those three years.
...
Years later, a sweeping monk appeared in the west wing of Yunchan Temple.
On snowy days, you can always see him holding a broom, sweeping away the snow.
There is only one door in the backyard, leading to the back mountain.
The distance between them is not long.
However, whenever the sweeping monk walked down that path, each step he took appeared exceptionally devout and slow.
Amidst the vast expanse of white, the little girl's soft whispers, nestled on his shoulder, seemed to echo in his ears once more.
In that instant, the monk's eyes and brows seemed to melt like ice and snow, enveloped in a faint warmth.
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