Chapter 33 Yuanniang's Story (Part 2)
When the surging and vibrant life flowed into her body, she sighed with satisfaction: Eighty years, I actually have a full eighty years of life!
In this way, she almost took away the boy's entire lifespan, leaving him only seven days.
The little boy grew into an old man quietly.
The originally brisk steps became staggering and difficult.
He sensed something and lowered his head, only to see that his originally tender little hands had turned into the withered hands of an old man.
He was surprised and scared, and then tears came out: "Why did I suddenly become old? Wuwu... What's wrong with me? Daddy, I'm so scared!"
Are you scared now? The mayfly demon sneered softly.
How could we be so confident when we had it before? Humans, we always learn to cherish things only after we lose them.
——She watched from afar with an arrogant attitude.
The mayfly, which was originally born and died in a day, suddenly became curious after taking the life of a human boy. Would the boy regret wasting his time?
So she followed the crying boy all the way to his door.
The boy's home was just two thatched huts, very simple. Before he even entered the courtyard, he heard a series of coughs coming from inside.
The boy wanted to push the door open, but stopped and stood at the door crying helplessly.
"Dad would definitely be horrified if he saw me like this, right? No, I can't let Dad see me like this. I can't let him worry about me anymore."
Through the window of the thatched hut, the mayfly demon saw an old father with a sick face who was about to die.
He coughed badly, even in his sleep, he was still coughing intermittently.
The boy with white hair and a hunched body was blaming himself and crying: "I am so useless. I couldn't buy the wine that my father wanted so much, and I have become like this. What should I do? What should I do?"
The mayfly demon then understood that the little boy had wasted time queuing up to buy wine just to fulfill his father's dying wish.
So, she robbed a kind and filial little boy of his life?
But it's too late to regret now. The life that was taken away cannot be returned to the original owner.
Fortunately, we can make up for it a little.
She went to the wine shop again and stole a pot of peach blossom wine that the owner had kept for himself.
Bringing the wine, she came to the little boy and said, "I just saw you queuing up to buy wine. I just bought an extra pot. Do you want one? I can give it to you."
"Really?" Those still cloudy eyes were now sparkling, overflowing with gratitude, "Sister, you are such a good person!"
Although she said "give it to her", the little boy still gave her the copper coins he had saved with great difficulty.
"Sister, you also paid for the wine. I'm already very grateful that you sold it to me. I can't let you suffer any more losses."
After saying that, he picked up the wine and was about to take it into the house, but then he thought of his current appearance and was a little confused about whether he should go in.
The Mayfly Demon saw his dilemma and offered, "Let me help you get the wine in."
"Thank you so much! If my father asks me, just say I went to the back mountain to chop wood."
She helped him bring in the wine.
However, the seriously ill father saw the wine he longed for but did not drink it. He was only thinking about where his son was.
The mayfly demon used the excuse of chopping wood to cover up the past.
The boy's father drank some wine, his face flushed, and he fell asleep again. He never woke up again.
In this way, the father and son missed even their final farewell.
The mayfly demon felt a little guilty as he looked at the boy crying beside his father's bed.
When he was almost hoarse from crying, she asked, "Do you have any other wishes?"
If the life she took away could not be returned, all she could do was to make up for it as much as possible.
During the boy's remaining days, she helped him bury his father and did everything she could to cheer him up.
Finally, in the afterglow of the setting sun, I looked at the white-haired little boy lying on my knees and asked:
"Sister, am I going to die? I feel so cold... But I still have so many things to do. I'm not grown up yet..."
The boy who did not grow up died in the arms of the mayfly demon.
She used the stolen eighty years to cultivate and become increasingly powerful, eventually becoming a great demon.
But no matter how much time passed, there was always a voice lingering in her mind: "I haven't grown up yet... I haven't grown up yet..."
When a thought arises, the inner demon is born.
When she stepped into the world again, she unknowingly came to the small town of that year.
The tavern selling peach blossom wine is still open, but the owner has become a young and handsome boy.
The young man was smiling and introducing the wine to the customers: "My peach blossom wine is a craft passed down from my ancestors. I guarantee you will never forget it!"
When Yuanniang saw the young man's appearance clearly, she was stunned.
It’s him!
The little boy from that year has been reincarnated again, and by chance, he has become a young man selling wine.
She was a mayfly, born and dying, but because of her greed, she ruined the life of an innocent child.
Therefore, cause and effect are established.
In this life, she once again entered his world and asked him as before: "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? No matter what, I will help you realize it."
The young man smiled softly, his eyes full of stars: "You speak so strangely, I don't understand anything. Ah, you are not trying to cheat me out of the wine, are you?"
Yuan Niang: "..."
At first, the boy was wary of her and didn't believe anything she said, thinking she was here to cause trouble.
Later, he simply poured her a pot of wine: "If you really like my wine, I'll treat you to a drink. What, you're not here to drink? Are you trying to steal my family's winemaking secret recipe? That's not allowed. My father said that this secret recipe can only be passed down to my family!"
Yuan Niang: "..."
That pot of peach blossom wine is really delicious. It tastes refreshing and has a long-lasting fragrance that makes people unforgettable.
A pot of wine did not send Yuanniang away.
If she wanted to end her karma with him, she had to grant him one more wish so that he could live a perfect life.
But no matter how persistent she was, no matter how many times she asked, he always said, "I don't have any wishes that I want to fulfill."
It was not until she asked for the hundredth time that the young man timidly said, "I want to marry you as my wife, is that okay?"
After a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement.
She thought that as long as she became his wife, she could resolve the karma of her previous life, but she never expected that the bond in this life had just begun.
As they spent time together day after day, I fell deeper and deeper in love with him as he kept murmuring "wife".
When did love begin to sprout?
It was an unintentional glance when we first met.
Or did it slowly condense into a vast ocean during the days as gentle as flowing water?
She doesn't know.
She only knew that the bright and cheerful boy was gradually aging. Time had whitened his hair and carved wrinkles into his eyes and eyebrows.
Only she, a mayfly that should have lived and died in a day, was still the beautiful young girl she was when we first met.
She originally wanted to spend her life with him and leave him with no regrets, but she developed a new obsession.
When he was about to die of old age, she quietly planted the life-extending thread for him.
She extended her long life to him, and he became the young man he used to be.
As for herself, her hair turned white overnight and her beauty was gone.
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