This witch, please stay

Chapter 58 Little Kid and Little Banqiao

The excitement and hustle and bustle in his ears turned into a big mess, as if his state of mind rose to his ears.

Just walking down the street step by step with his head down, Xun Ming's mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, he didn't dare to think about anything.

After stepping on the Road to Immortal Cultivation, he felt such a piercing chill for the first time, passing through every pore of his body and slowly penetrating into his body.

cold, so cold...

What he couldn't see was that his breathing was as heavy as a cow, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his pair of black eyes stared wide open, and big beads of sweat densely covered his face. Footsteps fell one by one.

After an unknown amount of time, when he suddenly raised his head, he realized that he had already walked outside the town without knowing it.

Beside him was a small arched bridge with a crystal-clear creek underneath.

The creek is only half a foot wide, and the depth is only below the waist of an adult. It can be regarded as a veritable "small" stream.

Therefore, the arch bridge over the creek is really a "small" arch bridge.

Xun Ming, who only had a big butt when he was a child, carefully compared it with his own little butt time and time again. The small arch bridge that is not that big can only sit three of him side by side.

If there is one more seat, it is guaranteed to slide off the edge of the bridge.

But it's not sliding into the river, but sliding sideways to the end of the bridge.

Who made this small arch bridge an "arch" bridge!
But even until he took his "tall and thin, and couldn't take a few punches at first glance", but in fact rolled up his sleeves and beat a big demon to death with his fists, he didn't find it. The other two peers who could sit with him on the arch bridge.

At the end of that year, the celebration in the small town was a funeral that broke up life and death. Not only did Xun Ming become a child without a mother when he was born.

It also changed the temperament of his originally elegant and easy-going father, like a completely different person.

But in the eyes of others, Xun Qinghong is "a different person", but in the eyes of his only son Xun Ming, there is only that gloom.

And the complex emotions clearly visible in the eyes of the child Xun Ming.

In that complexity, there is a "disgust" that deeply hurts Xun Ming.

Xun Ming has been wise since he was a child, because he likes to look into the eyes of those adults.

Before he could speak or walk, he was already able to directly see the emotions in the hearts of the adults around him through their eyes.

Love, Fear, Worry, Curiosity...

But what made him most unforgettable was the disgust that had accumulated in the eyes of the man who was his father for a long time.

It is him who has just come to this world and has not been a few years old, so he can't understand.

It's like he couldn't understand why he didn't have a mother at first, why he wanted to drink the milk-water of women who made him feel instinctively strange and guarded.

He couldn't understand.

So he cries.

And wait until he's a little older.

He knew why he didn't have a mother, and he also heard that the drunkard who soaked in the wine jar all day was a handsome and literary official in the past.

But how can this be done?
He knew that man hated him from the bottom of his heart, as if it was because of him that his mother would die early.

It's the one who hasn't even hugged his own son yet, hastily left the name "Xun Ming" and then closed his eyes forever.

But that seems to be the case.

If it wasn't for him, then his mother wouldn't have died, and his father, that man would still be the second child in the "Xun Family Twins".

He didn't know that his disheartened father retreated bravely from the top of the officialdom, ruining the Xun family's possibility of "one family and two ministers".

He just knew that the night he was born, blood flowed into a stream in the house.

As if he had lost his soul, he staggered to the small arch bridge that was "smaller" than before, and Xun Ming sat softly on the edge of the stone slab, hanging his feet out as if he had disappeared. The bridge deck swayed back and forth without a hitch.

Only at this moment, his ankles could already be submerged in the water.

At that time, because this small arch bridge was on the side of the town, it happened to be separated by thousands of miles from the gate at the head and tail of the town, so it seemed to be forgotten by the people in the town, even for a whole day. No one alive passed by.

Except for Xun Ming, who was still a kid at that time.

Xun Ming, who knows himself to be annoying and no one cares about it, wakes up early in the morning to eat something casually, then holds some pastries, pasta and water, and puts a book under his arm, and then comes to the small arch bridge .

When you are tired from reading, look at the unchanging scenery beside the small arch bridge. While looking at the scenery, talk to yourself and the small arch bridge. When you are tired from reading the scenery, look up at the sky on the small arch bridge. Drink a few sips of water, then feel a little bored before continuing to read.

From morning to night, the day went like this.

When the sun had completely sunk into the big mountain behind the town, it was estimated that it was almost impossible to see the way back. Xiao Xunming would pack up his belongings, then wash his hands, feet and face in the stream, and go back. have dinner.

The obnoxious little kid, and the little arch bridge that no one cares about, can be regarded as sympathetic and sympathetic to each other.

It can be regarded as having a mother, and no mother hurts, right?

The breathing became weaker and weaker, and the kicking motion of the feet became weaker and weaker.

The sound of water gradually became inaudible.

Xun Ming, who seemed to be extremely tired, fell backward on the small arch bridge, but from above his shoulders, he hung in the air on the other edge of the arch bridge, which seemed far less comfortable than when he was a child.

Sleepiness, sweeping over.

With some difficulty, he opened a gap in his eyes, looking at the distant dark blue sky and the various clouds floating quietly.

The sun set from east to west, and finally disappeared into the big mountain behind the town.

Xun Ming just opened his eyes like this, and looked up for a long time without blinking, like a dead grass.

When the last ray of sunset passed by his side, it finally disappeared completely in front of his eyes.

He sat up slowly, without a trace of emotion on his face, hugged his knees and said in a low voice:
"Little Arch Bridge, I'm going home."

Then the figure disappeared in place.

……

Outside a mansion that occupies a very large area in the small town, a young man dressed in white stood silently in front of the beast head gate for a long time, but finally opened the door to the man who happened to meet a familiar face. The old butler of the young man in white replied, "It's okay, don't bother me," and then disappeared in a flash.

He sat quietly all night on the eaves tiles in the noisy side room. After hearing the cries of babies mixed with the cries of adults, his face turned pale suddenly, as if he had taken off his clothes all of a sudden. All the strength.

After a long while, he got up in a daze, disappeared above the eaves, and stumbled into a deep dead end alley.

With his hands propped against the wall, the young man who had never shed a single tear no matter how wronged he was, bowed his head and burst into tears.

Sorry, it's all my fault...

(End of this chapter)