The Sorcerer
In an ordinary village, a handsome young man squatted in the corner of a dilapidated straw hut, covering his head with his hands.
"This sorcerer still dares to come out. Beat him up."
Several boys and girls stood on a rock a few meters away from him, picking up stones from the ground and throwing them at him.
But the young man squatting in the corner didn't resist at all. He just let them hit him.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death …"
The group of children hit him even harder. Just then, an honest-looking middle-aged man appeared in front of the young man.
"Whose kids are you? I'll tell your parents later."
"Run!"
One of the children shouted. The children who were still throwing stones at the young man all scattered in all directions.
"Little Hai, are you hurt?"
After scaring away the group of children, the honest-looking middle-aged man squatted on the ground, trying to help the young man up.
"Get lost."
Unexpectedly, the young man didn't appreciate it at all. He pushed the middle-aged man in front of him away and even pushed him to the ground. But what was even more surprising was that the young man's voice was that of a girl's.
After pushing the middle-aged man to the ground, the young man's face revealed an apologetic expression. But in the blink of an eye, he coldly glanced at the middle-aged man, then indifferently left the straw hut.
Night had fallen.
The smoke in the village had also dissipated. Every family blew out their lamps and prepared to rest.
In a wing outside the village, a handsome young man sat by a pond. His eyes shone with a depth that shouldn't have appeared for someone his age. He looked at the bright moon reflected in the center of the pond.
He enjoyed this kind of peace. Here … perhaps only night was considered his time.
There were still some bruises on his face, and there were bits of grass mixed in with the top of his head. These were all caused by the beating he received. He didn't want to care, because even if he cleaned himself up, it wouldn't take long for him to return to this state.
In the eyes of others, he was a sorcerer, an existence that everyone in the village couldn't wait to avoid.
"Who is it?"
The young man sitting by the pond suddenly spoke. Having been beaten up all the time, he had developed a vigilance that ordinary people couldn't match. He was like a startled deer at the slightest sign of trouble. But under this handsome face, there was always that strange young girl's voice.
"It's me."
A middle-aged man walked out from the bushes outside the pond. This man was the one who had helped him chase the group of children away.
At this time, he was still holding a lunchbox in his hand. It seemed like he was delivering dinner to the young man.
Seeing that it was him, a trace of resentment flashed across the handsome youth's eyes. He turned his head away and continued to look at the bright moon in the pond.
"Little Hai, you must be hungry after not eating for a day. Come, eat it while it's hot. This is your favorite drumstick. "
The young man's indifference caused the middle-aged man to feel a bit lonely, but he still smiled as he walked over to the young man and opened the lunchbox.
The food in the lunch box was still steaming hot. It was a very simple meal, a bowl of white rice and a chicken leg.
However, this simple meal was a delicacy that was hard to come by.
"I don't want to eat," the young man answered without even turning his head.
"You're still growing. How can you not eat?" The middle-aged man was still smiling. He handed the lunchbox to the young man and said, "Eat it while it's hot. Look at this drumstick. I asked Old Zheng to pick a big one for you."
"I said I don't want to eat!"
The young man flipped the lunchbox over. The white rice and the drumstick all fell into the pond.
The middle-aged man's hand trembled, but the young man didn't seem to care at all. He snorted.
"I said I don't want to eat. You can't blame me."
He got up to leave, but before he could take more than a few steps, the middle-aged man behind him spoke in a deep voice.
"Stop."
The young man's footsteps paused for a moment, but he continued walking forward.
"I told you to stop!" The honest middle-aged man lost his temper.
"Tch …."
The young man sneered, then kicked at the rocks and continued walking forward.
"Hua Hai, I told you to stop! Do you still have any respect for your father?! "The middle-aged man's brows furrowed, and his entire body trembled with anger.
This time, the young man stopped. The middle-aged man panted as he hurried over.
"You …."
Just as he was about to point at the young man, he saw the tears welling up in the young man's eyes.
Under the moonlight, they sparkled.
The middle-aged man's anger subsided. His lips quivered as he reached out to smack the young man's head, but the young man stubbornly dodged.
"Hate your father, right?"
After a long moment, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh.
The young man said nothing.
The middle-aged man looked at the stubbornness on the young man's face, and the tears in his eyes. He sighed deeply.
"Yes, you should hate me, but I'm doing this for your sister!"
"Sister?"
At that moment, the young man, who'd been silent all this time, finally spoke. His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He looked at his father ….
"For the sake of my sister, you're willing to turn me into this, neither human nor ghost? I can't blame the villagers for cursing me. Sometimes, even I wonder if I'm a man or a woman. "
"Of course you're a boy!"
"Then why do I sound like my sister?"
"That's …."
After a long moment of hesitation, the middle-aged man swallowed his words.
The young man looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed.
"I know even if you don't tell me. Actually, my body has always been nourishing my sister's soul, right? It's just that I've been nourishing it for too long, and my sister's soul has overlapped with mine, right? "
"You …. How did you know?" The middle-aged man's face was filled with shock. He immediately realized that he shouldn't have said that, so he explained, "No."
"No?" The young man's lips curled into a smile. "You don't have to hide it. Not only do I know this, I also know that you're not a blacksmith. You're actually the immortal that everyone in the village yearns for. You're the one who forced my sister's soul into my body, aren't you? "
"…"
"You think I don't know anything? I know very well in my heart, but I just don't want to say it." The young man's face was filled with a sad smile. "I'm just a cauldron for my sister to nourish her soul, right? It's okay, I don't care. "
"It's not what you think …."
"There's no need to explain." The young man stubbornly refused to let the tears fall from his eyes. He sneered. "You really do have a bad sense of humor. You're a good immortal, but you don't want to be a blacksmith. Do you think the countryside life is wonderful? But I don't think so. These past few years, I've been rather miserable. Now that we've announced our surrender, shouldn't you give me some compensation? "
"What compensation do you want?"
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