Chapter 256 The little boy is eight and a half years old (11)

Is she dead?

Otherwise, why could others pass through her body.

She is like transparent air.

No one could see her and no one paid any attention to her.

She didn't understand why she was sleeping peacefully in bed and suddenly became like this? Was she having a nightmare?

But everything around me felt so real, it didn't feel like a dream at all.

Dongfang Baona felt like she was suffocating, or even about to collapse.

Tears flowed down my face without me noticing.

Dongfang Baona didn't know how long she had been standing here.

Finally, she wiped away her tears and tried to calm herself down. She walked slowly forward. The small fishing village looked very lively, with men, women, old and young gathered together chatting.

Fortunately, she could understand what they said.

Although she didn't know what was going on, Dongfang Baona knew that she had come to an unknown ancient fishing village.

"I heard that the fishermen from the Zhu family picked up a child from the sea." This was asked by an old lady in her sixties.

"The child was picked up from the sea. Didn't he drown?" someone expressed doubt.

"No, it is said that when we found him, he was carried to the shore by a big fish..."

The people around were all shocked, and their expressions became pious.

This phenomenon is not common.

They didn't even dare to show any laughter, they all looked very sacred.

"This is incredible. God bless you. This child may do great things in the future. The Zhu family is blessed."

"Who says it's not?"

The onlookers all agreed with him, and were extremely envious at the same time.

Dongfang Baona listened in a daze. Her mind was even muddled and she couldn't analyze the consciousness in their words. She just walked forward instinctively.

"Brother Zhu, I heard that you picked up a child while fishing." When she was on the way, she saw a young man saying to a middle-aged man who looked honest and simple.

Dongfang Baona stopped and tilted her head. She seemed to feel a discomfort in her heart, as if she had lost something and felt empty.

Is this the Lao Zhu the villagers mentioned just now? The Lao Zhu who picked up the child from the sea?

Everyone thinks he is very lucky, but he turns out to be such a person.

Looks very honest.

The two people facing each other naturally couldn't see Dongfang Baona, and they continued talking about their topic.

The middle-aged man also smiled with a simple and honest face. He touched his head, his face was dark from years of wind and sun, but this iron tower-like man was a little embarrassed: "I also feel sorry for him. Your sister-in-law passed away early, and my Zhu family has no descendants. It is my blessing to pick up a child like this."

The young man quickly echoed: "It's a blessing. Maybe this child will have a great future."

"I don't ask for great success, as long as you are filial to me." The middle-aged man rubbed his two rough hands back and forth embarrassedly, but his expression was very happy.

For some reason, Dongfang Baona felt even more uncomfortable. She couldn't describe what that feeling was. She was clearly air and nothing at the moment, but it seemed as if something was tearing her heart apart.

Suddenly, my slightly clear mind became confused again.

She looked at the scenes in front of her blankly.

Who am I? Why am I here?

After the two men exchanged a few words, they went their separate ways, as they lived in different directions.

The middle-aged man walked towards the east of the fishing village.

Dongfang Baona hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously followed the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man named Zhu lived in a small thatched house at the easternmost part of the village. When he walked into the yard, a child about five years old held on to the door frame tightly and looked at him timidly. Seeing that he had opened the door to the yard, the child was so scared that he immediately hid his head back into the house.

The child had a very fair complexion, but her skin was a shade whiter than that of an average person, a little pale.

When Lao Zhu saw the child, he immediately broke into an unusually brilliant smile and tried to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, dear, I will be your father from now on."

"Dad?" The child spoke timidly, his little face looking even paler because of his timidity, but he still called out as the man said.

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When Old Zhu heard the child calling him dad, his smile became even brighter and more loving. He hugged the child, spun around on the spot, and shouted happily, "I have a child! I have a child!" He rubbed his bearded chin against the child's delicate skin.

The child dodged for a moment, but he couldn't help laughing as well.

Dongfang Baona watched the scene quietly. She touched her eyes and murmured to herself, "Why am I crying?"

The next second, the picture was spinning like the sky and the earth. Dongfang Baona was distracted and the picture changed suddenly. Before she could react, she suddenly found that there was snow in front of her.

When the fine snow particles hit her body, she didn't feel cold at all. In fact, her heart was filled with a sadness she had never felt before.

Why? Why? The heavy snow covered everything. The thatched house was covered with snowflakes. There were whispers coming from the house. Dongfang Baona took a few steps and heard the voices in the room clearly.

"Why doesn't that child ever cry? Haven't I raised him for nothing for the past three years?" A resentful voice sounded. The voice was very familiar. It was the voice of Old Zhu.

"The mermaid's tears turn into pearls, and one pearl is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but the mermaid has to shed tears willingly." The other voice was that of an old man.

Old Zhu was becoming increasingly unwilling: "What should I do? Should I continue to raise that little beast?"

"It's not that there is no other way." The old man hesitated.

"What method?" Lao Zhu asked.

The old man sighed for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Dig out his eyes, tears can turn into pearls, but those eyes are ten thousand times more precious and priceless."

"Really?" Lao Zhu took a breath.

Dongfang Baona stood there blankly, her eyes wide open, and she turned and ran almost uncontrollably.

No, I can't let him come back! But it's too late.

She saw a little child running towards her happily in the snow. He walked briskly, holding a round snowball in his hand, and kept shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!"

"You can't go in!" Dongfang Baona shouted heartbreakingly, but the child seemed not to hear her and passed straight through her body, and he couldn't see her.

"Wenhao." Old Zhu suddenly smiled and said in the room: "Dad raised you to this age, can you do Dad a favor?"

(End of this chapter)