Chapter 92: Zhang Yi's Past 2
Lu Qian's heart suddenly trembled. Those golden-brown eyes, those eyes that were more charming than gems, were actually God's curse on Cheng Yi.
Sui Tang raised the corners of his lips slightly and spoke leisurely:
"After his mother's death, the Lupinos family's scepter passed into the hands of a branch family.
The old patriarch had no other children, and his mother's first child was only 16 years old at the time, and was still a pampered young master, so the side branches gradually marginalized him.
So I think when Lupinos's people went to capture Cheng Yi, they must have gone with the intention of killing him, after all, he has the potential to seize power in the future.
But unexpectedly, they saw the blood of their ancestors in this child.
That’s why we brought him back to England.”
"I am one year younger than Cheng Yi. When I went to the UK again, I was exactly ten years old."
"I still remember it was winter, very cold. The humidity in the British air amplified the coldness infinitely. I was wearing woolen boots and a fur windbreaker, but the biting cold wind could still penetrate through the gaps in my clothes, freezing me stiff."
"Gang meetings were too boring for a ten-year-old, so I wrapped myself in my coat and ran around the Lupinos family's hall."
Sui Tang said this with a smug smile, "I'm very skilled, they can't catch me."
"I ran all the way from the mansion to the back hills, through the hills where they kept their cattle and sheep. It was cold, but I felt incredibly free running."
“But the path in the mountains was harder to find than I had imagined. When I happily crossed the sheepfold and ran deep into the mountains, I found that I couldn’t find the way back.
Night is approaching, and cold and darkness are approaching step by step.
At that time, I had always lived a life of luxury, never leaving the protection of my family. Although I had some skills, I had never fought an enemy.
“In the silent mountains, the howling wind blew fiercely, and there was the howling of a lone wolf, accompanied by the rustling of the treetops, like the crying of women and children.
I was terrified.
I walked forward aimlessly, crying. It got darker and darker, and I became more and more scared, so I cried even louder.
I didn’t know at the time that crying would attract countless wild beasts in the dark jungle.”
"The rustling of the bushes was well buried in the sound of the wind, and I walked with my head down, crying.
It was not until the whirring sound reached my ears that I wiped my misty eyes and looked back in a daze.
A huge, tusked wild boar was approaching me.
A fifty-kilogram wild boar is enough to challenge an adult.
The one in front of me weighs at least 150 kilograms.
I was so frightened that I completely lost consciousness and had no idea what to do.
The long walk has paralyzed my peripheral nerves, and even if I still had strength in my legs, I wouldn't be able to outrun the wild boar."
"Just as the fear of death was sweeping over me, a hurricane passed by me.
I don't know how to describe the speed, I just remember that the air it stirred up was enough to hurt my face.
By the time I reacted, a figure was already sitting on the wild boar.
The wild boar's tusks were grasped, and it struggled and roared hoarsely, using all its strength to throw the person off it.
But the figure was not moved at all. He clung to the wild boar's back and reached out to feel for something.
In the moonlight that filtered through the leaves, I saw the blade in his hand.
He tightly grasped the blade that shone with cold light, and stabbed the wild boar fiercely and resolutely.
The wild boar's howling and blood gushed out together, seeming to dye the air red.
As the deadly blades fell one after another, the wild boar slowly lost its strength to struggle and collapsed to the ground, with only its muscles twitching instinctively.
“When the figure got off the wild boar, I could see clearly that it was a young boy about my age.
He was taller than me, but very thin, and looked malnourished. His messy hair covered his entire face, and he exuded a sour and rotten smell mixed with the blood of recent killings. It was very unpleasant.
The clothes he wore were tattered and thin, and I could see his Asian skin color and shocking scars through the holes in the clothes.
The scars looked like they were left from a fight with a wild beast, with countless claw marks and tooth marks.
Some of them have turned black and swollen, and it hurts me just to look at them.
But to him, these injuries were just like those on someone else's body, and did not affect his movements at all.
He struggled to drag the wild boar up, brushed past me, and walked forward without even looking at me.
But I felt that as long as I followed him, it would definitely be safe, so I wrapped my coat tightly, wiped my nose from crying, and followed him happily.
“I asked him: What’s your name?
I didn't know if he didn't understand or couldn't hear me, and he just ignored me. So I used all the languages I knew and kept asking.
Then he stopped, raised his eyes from his messy hair, and said to me fiercely: Shut up.
His eyes were golden and so cold that I was instantly taken aback.
The voice didn't sound like one that a child could make at all. It was cold-blooded and full of murderous intent, gloomy and terrifying to the extreme.
With a hoarse low voice, like a person who hasn't had a drink of water for ten days or half a month.
“So I didn’t dare to say anything, but he didn’t chase me away, so I just followed him quietly.
I followed him through a patch of thorny bushes, which tore my coat.
Until I saw a small thatched house in the darkness. It was small and simple, with broken windows, and there was no way to keep out the cold wind.
The wooden door was soaked with humid air and seemed to be leaking water.
squeak.
With a sharp sound, the door was pushed open.
In that dilapidated and damp thatched house, I saw a younger girl.
Lu Qian's heart suddenly tightened. A younger girl...
"Is it... Qu Le?"
Her voice trembled as she asked the question, which was probably obvious.
Sui Tang shook the little wine left in the glass, pursed his lips and nodded.
Lu Qian's heart, which was already like falling into a deep cave, seemed to sink even deeper, and even breathing was painful.
When Cheng Yi was eleven years old... Qu Le was only four years old.
Sui Tang sighed and continued:
"The little girl's eyes were as cold as the boy's, her eyes were beautiful fox-shaped, and her skin had a snow-white hue from long periods of lack of sunlight.
The clothes she wore were also very thin, but I could see that the boy had already given the girl everything that could keep her warm.
I hesitated for a moment, took off my woolen coat and handed it to the boy: Let her wear this.
It seemed that because of this piece of clothing, he finally spoke softly: "Cheng Yi."
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