Capítulo 51: Zhao Family is No More
Zhao Family, outer courtyard.
Under the ice and snow, the flowing clear spring was all frozen.
Even a single cherry blossom in full bloom could not be seen.
Even the ground was extremely clean as if it had been cut off for a long time.
"Master, we just leave like this today?" When he was about to walk to the gate of Three-Legged Dragon Manor, Wang An, who was behind Ye Bei, spoke slowly, frowning slightly, it was a little unpredictable.
"Zhao Bingsheng betrayed master, so I definitely can't let it go!" Jin Rufan's mouth moved.
Liu Zhiyun was full of respect, "Although the Zhao Family's direct descendants have been killed and even the corpses have been completely cleaned up, Zhao Bingsheng is the real mastermind!"
Ye Bei ignored these three people.
Still walking on his own...
His white gown fluttering, with his hands on his back, walking in the snow, walking ahead and letting the snow fall on his black hair and on his shoulders.
His body automatically exuded a breath out of mortal.
When both feet stepped into the outer courtyard.
Ye Bei stopped…
All the luxury cars parked outside the manor had disappeared. There was no trace that could tell that a lot of people had just gathered here.
However, for the "Three-Legged Dragon" plaque that fell to the ground and broke in half, although covered by heavy snow, it still revealed a golden corner.
Ye Bei's left index finger, which was behind his back, moved slightly.
Rustle…
The 'Three-Legged Dragon' buried in the snow seemed to be eroded by endless years in an instant, with a little bit of decay, and finally turned into dust which was completely covered by heavy snow.
Wang An, Liu Zhiyun, and Jin Rufan also noticed this detail.
Their pupils shrank and opened their mouths slightly, wanting to speak.
"Bang…"
But at this moment, a clear gunshot sound came from the direction of the inner courtyard in this silent atmosphere.
After hearing the sound, Wang An shrank his neck.
Both Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan were startled, their eyes widened slightly.
They choked back to what they wanted to say, but they began to think of a lot of things...
It turned out that… master knew that Zhao Bingsheng would commit suicide since a long time ago!
During the time when Zhao Bingsheng was left alone in the inner courtyard, the kind of torture of condemnation might be more painful than death. Of course, after all, it was the kindness of the master and servant. Such death would be considered more decent.
Old Zhao, in this life, he was not wronged, he should be contented with being so highly regarded by master.
In the hearts of the three, they all had different ideas.
Seeing Ye Bei stepping forward, ready to continue walking...
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun both came back to their senses together. They boldly took a step forward, bent over, bowed their heads, their voices respectful, and with endless sincerity, "Master... the Zhao Family has paid for it! You just came out of the mountain. How about going to the old slave's house? We also have a manor in this Q City. If the master wants to stay in this world for a long time, you can live there."
Hearing this voice, Ye Bei paused.
With his hands on his back, he looked at the two indifferently, then he said casually, the voice was full of leisure, "Forget about living there! Bingsheng has made his own choice! But... what about all of you?"
Choice?
In the ears of Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan, this word was very meaningful.
Could it be that master already knew the agreement between both of them and Zhao Bingsheng yesterday?
Could it be that master meant to let both of them make a choice now?
Both Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan couldn't stop their legs from shaking...
There was an unprecedented fear in their hearts, their complexions became paler.
Just when the two of them couldn't help but wanted to kneel down directly, Wang An on the side spoke, "Master! They are loyal to you... and maybe they have done something wrong. But their loyalties have never changed."
Listening to Wang An's words, Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
The scene fell silent again.
"All right." After a long time, Ye Bei spoke again. Ye Bei's gaze swept over the three of them, and finally fell on Wang An, then he muttered, "I want to travel among the mountains and rivers for a few days first after coming back this time. You take care of your own affairs and don't need to follow me."
After saying this, regardless of Wang An's violently trembling body, he turned his eyes to the other two again.
Old!
Their times were reduced gradually.
In a few years, it will be their turns to enter the soil...
These people still didn't affect Ye Bei's mood at all, but when he looked at these two people, Ye Bei still opened his mouth slightly, his face was indifferent, and his voice faintly said, "Zhiyun and Rufan, you guys take care of yourselves..."
Ye Bei carried his hands on his back, stepped in the snow, and walked towards the distance of the street.
"Master..." Wang An raised his foot, he wanted to follow, and yelled softly.
"Master!"
Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan were trembling and their voices were hoarse. They had a lot to say, but there seemed to be a natural barrier in their hearts. Those next words, no matter how hard they wanted to voice them out, they couldn't say anything, they could only watch silently without saying a word.
"If necessary, I will find you. You can retreat." Ye Bei didn't stop and said softly.
After Wang An heard this, he stopped... he didn't dare to keep up.
The master also had the master's things to do. The decision made by the master would never change. However, looking at Ye Bei's fading back, Wang An always felt that something was missing in his heart.
Wang An was a little scared...
He was afraid that his master would be like 80 years ago, once he left, he would return a hundred years later.
He was afraid that when he entered the loess soil, he would never see his master again.
"Master! You must remember this old slave! This old slave will do his best to look after all of your businesses for you!" Looking at the back of Ye Bei's white gown, Wang An couldn't help it anymore, his legs slowly knelt on the snow, two lines of turbid liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun also knelt slowly, their foreheads touching the snowy surface. They didn't care even if the cold snow made their skin so cold to the extreme.
In the snow, they knelt for a long time.
It was not until an hour later that the subordinates found out that the three of them had been frozen and passed out.
Those little brothers who rushed to see the appearances of the three were shocked and terrified. They hurriedly kept warm for the three and mobilized the helicopter to take them away at the fastest speed.
When the helicopter took off.
No one knew that in the Three-Legged Dragon Manor that had been completely wiped out, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom again, exuding a delicate fragrance.
The clear spring also resumed its flow.
Throughout Q City, those branches covered by heavy snow all grew new and tender green branches.
Warm spring was always here!
...
Three days later.
Fenghuang Town, on the ancient street.
A young man in a long gown, holding a scroll of painting, passed by quietly.
This strange dress attracted the attention of countless tourists.
But the boy looked indifferent as if everything around him could not enter his eyes, as if he was a transcendence being, traveling through the mortal world.
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Capítulo 52: No. 32 Ancient Street
Fenghuang Town, Ancient Street.
After the rain, the sunlight fell from high above and spread on the neatly paved slate, constantly reflecting the crystal clear luster.
On both sides of the street, willow trees and flower pots were planted.
Spring was blooming!
Wickers had always grown in the timeliest manner, those willows hung in the river and in the water, swaying with the wind, swaying in circles, and at the same time, some catkins like snowflakes flew freely in the air.
Ye Bei was dressed in white, holding a scroll in his hand, enjoying the scenery quietly.
After a long time, a cart ran by.
Seeing the cart, Ye Bei waved and the coachman pulled the cart to a stop.
The coachman was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a yellowed towel around his neck. When he looked at Ye Bei, he was taken aback for a while, but then he showed a pair of neat white teeth, "Sir, do you want to take a ride? The price is twenty yuan, the destination in only around the Ancient City."
"Okay." Ye Bei gave a light hum, agreeing.
Raising his foot, he got into the cart seat with a somewhat rusty movement, his eyes were not on the coachman, but on the quaint scenery of this Ancient Street, he spoke gently, reporting a specific location, " No. 32 Ancient Street."
"Okay, sir!" Since the business was here, the coachman was very enthusiastic, selling his legs hard, but still trying his best to keep his body stable, trying to make the guests sit more comfortably.
As the cart trotted a hundred meters, the coachman always felt that he should say something.
This was his tradition as a coachman, chatting with customers more to pass the time.
"Sir! Are you from a foreign country? But your dress is really peculiar. Although the buildings in this Ancient Street are imitated in ancient style, many people come here to travel, all wanting to view the history of our country, but I don't see anyone dressed like you." The coachman spit wildly.
Ye Bei squinted and didn't answer as if he hadn't heard.
His eyes were all on both sides of this Ancient Street.
As the cart progressed, the buildings that imitated the classics kept moving behind them.
Ancient Town!
From the outside, although it was very old, in the eyes of Ye Bei, it still had the former and familiar appearance.
On both sides of the street, there were fewer villagers who set up stalls.
More facades and modern costumes all over the street.
"Handmade pendants! Ten dollars each!" Some women yelled hard.
"A tour map of the Ancient Town, five yuan a piece... Sir, do you want it? Sir..." There were children, holding a stack of maps, and asking everybody.
"Is there anyone who wants to stay in a hotel? I can introduce you to some, it can be much cheaper..." There were also some middle-aged aunts who looked a little sneaky, and always came to the ears of tourists from time to time and popped out such a sentence.
Ye Bei leaned on the cart.
Hearing these sounds in his ears, his eyes became more and more indifferent.
This world has completely changed, and it would never go back to the time it once was. The years were so merciless. Every hundred years, those familiar scenery and familiar people would disappear, leaving him alone.
Ye Bei quietly watched...
His thoughts could not help but drift away.
A hundred years ago!
This ancient town was a real ancient town.
The streets tiled with bluestone slabs, and the lakeside guardrails stacked with natural bricks.
That day, it was also spring.
In the ancient town, green tree warblers and sparrows flew by from time to time.
Wearing a white shirt, Ye Bei walked quietly on the streets of the ancient town.
On the roadside, there were mostly villagers who were selling clothes, candies, and performing acrobatics.
Ye Bei walked to a gallery.
There was a master inside. He was a young man wearing plain clothes and holding a brush.
"Guest, do you want a portrait?" Seeing Ye Bei, the young man was painting a girl with a focused expression asked softly.
Ye Bei didn't answer.
He just watched quietly...
The young man's drawing skills were very good, and the young girl was lifelike with a smile on her brows.
A full hour passed, the painting was finished, the girl took the portrait, admired it by herself, and then left with satisfaction.
"Guest?" The young man turned his gaze on Ye Bei, and his voice was somewhat puzzled.
"I dictate, you paint!" Ye Bei uttered four words calmly.
"Of course, that's fine too… There is no painting in this world that I can't draw." The young man was full of confidence.
Ye Bei's eyes were indifferent, even after hearing the affirmative answer, there was no slight fluctuation on his face, "That's good..."
That day was the most words that Ye Bei had ever said in his life.
Relying on memory, he tried to remember it seriously and slowly narrated...
The young man's eyes condensed and attentive, did not dare to be careless.
That painting took six hours to paint.
When the painting was finished, the young man was already drenched in sweat and was about to collapse... But, looking at the masterpiece blooming from his hands, and at Ye Bei's perfect face, he smiled with satisfaction.
"Guest! Is she your wife?" the young man asked curiously.
Ye Bei took over the painting, "It's just a deceased who has only three sides..."
Ye Bei stopped answering questions and prepared to pay the painting fee, but the young man refused, "It is an honor to be able to make such a beautiful portrait in this life... This first-class work was completed by the guest official and me. How can I charge you money?"
"All right." Ye Bei stopped being polite, and rolled up the drawing paper.
"Guest, if you have free time, please come back. I would like to paint again for the guest." Seeing that Ye Bei was about to leave, the young man spoke.
"Okay! After a hundred years, I will come back again..." Ye Bei left leisurely, leaving only such a sentence.
The young man who heard this was at a loss. He felt that how would he be alive in a hundred years... Gently shook his head, he entered the store, closed the door, and fell asleep on the kang. (A/N: The Chinese kang is an ancient integrated home system for cooking, sleeping, domestic heating, and ventilation. It is still widely used today in nearly 85% of rural homes in northern China.)
The memory stopped here.
Ye Bei retracted his gaze, glanced at the scroll painting in his hand, and whispered to himself, "The old man should be there!"
The coachman talked for a long time, and when he heard Ye Bei say such a headless sentence, he felt that the young man in the cart was even more strange.
However, this did not affect his interest.
While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued to introduce, "This Ancient Street has a history of hundreds of years, and there are also many foods here. And the most special thing about Ancient Street is the beauties here. During the holidays, everyone will wear special ethnic costumes and sing and dance. The scene is beautiful! And sir, you are here at the right time... Three days later, it is the Spring Equinox. At that time, the Ancient Street will hold a folk dance party, and I heard that there are antique auctions as well, a lot of foreign people will come."
"Ok!" Ye Bei was noisy by these voices, and finally, he spoke and responded.
The coachman was overjoyed. He thought that this boy must be interested in this information and he wanted to continue telling it.
But Ye Bei didn't give him a chance, he just reminded him softly, "No. 32 Ancient Street. It's here!"
Not far ahead, there was a gallery.
At the door, on a small bamboo chair, sat an old man in his seventies.
With gray hair and reading glasses, he was using a paintbrush to create a beautiful spring mountain landscape.
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