With the help of Feng Lan and Jia Juesheng, the two of them worked hard for three or four days and built a spacious bamboo house in the open space beside the Ziyang wall.
The fresh and pleasant fragrance of bamboo spreads, giving people a refreshing and endless aftertaste of pleasure, like a greedy drunkard drinking fine wines, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
When he thought that he would be able to live in a bamboo house soon, Jia Juesheng stood outside the bamboo house and laughed loudly.
Feng Lan was squatting on the ground gathering bamboos when he was suddenly startled by his laughter. He leaned over and turned around and asked, "Why are you standing there giggling?"
"Ashamed, ashamed. How can I live alone in a mansion without making any achievements." Jia Juesheng smiled, rubbed his hands, and said politely: "How can you spend so much time building such a bamboo house for me to live in?" Sorry."
Although he said this, in his heart he had long regarded the bamboo house as his own.
He pretended to decline because of Feng Lan's hard work these days, which was also a kind of comfort for others' hard work.
Feng Lan nodded slowly, as if waking up from a dream. He stood up and pointed at the collapsed thatched hut, saying: "I understand, I understand. Well, there is a thatched hut there, why don't you live there."
Jia Juesheng thought Feng Lan was joking with him, so he refused with a smile: "No, didn't that thatched house collapse long ago? How can anyone live in it?"
"I still..." Jia Juesheng pointed to the bamboo house behind him. Before he could finish his words, he was choked by Feng Lan's words.
"It's okay, it's okay. If it collapses, you can build it again. We have bamboo on hand. It's very simple to build a bamboo house."
Jia Juesheng glanced at the remaining bamboos and refused again: "No, you only have these dozen bamboos left. How can you build a bamboo house?"
Feng Lan said confidently: "Believe me, these dozen bamboos are enough to support that thatched house."
Jia Juesheng still didn't give up, and still found a reason, saying: "Every time I pass by that thatched cottage, I always smell a strange smell, which will affect my reading."
Feng Lan glanced at him with extreme disgust and explained: "What do you know? Ziyang was prone to getting sick when he was a child, but he got better within a few days after living in a thatched hut. Do you know the reason for this?"
Jia Juesheng shook his head.
"This thatched cottage is specially used to ward off evil spirits. I let you live here for your own good, but you always dislike this and that." Feng Lan looked very disappointed.
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Jia Juesheng looked at the brand new bamboo house and said with some reluctance: "This newly built bamboo house cannot accommodate people. Isn't it a waste?"
The corners of Feng Lan's lips curled up slightly, and she immediately said: "Don't waste it, don't waste it. This bamboo house was originally meant for you to live in, but you don't want to live in it, so you can only live in it with the doctor."
"No! When did I say I didn't want to live there anymore? Also, you said you would build me a bamboo house." Jia Juesheng was still fighting for the final right to live in the bamboo house, trying to refute it.
Feng Lan said carefully: "You said just now that you can't live alone in a mansion without merit. Am I right?"
Jia Juesheng nodded reluctantly. He originally wanted to say some polite words, but he didn't expect to build his own bamboo house inside.
Feng Lan picked up the bamboo on the ground and said, "We still have so many bamboos here. I will use all these bamboos to make sure that thatched cottage can be propped up for you."
Jia Juesheng pointed to the collapsed thatched house and argued feebly: "I, that, you, this, you..."
In the end, he spread his hands expressionlessly, without saying anything, and sat down on the ground in anger.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Don't worry, before you move in, I'll make sure you don't smell the same smell as before. How about that?"
"I will never be polite to you again this time." Jia Juesheng finished his sentence and entered the room sulking.
Feng Lan spent half a day using the remaining bamboo to prop up the collapsed thatched house, and then spread a thick layer of dust on the ground.
When Jia Juesheng saw Feng Lan fulfill his promise, his resentment immediately disappeared a lot, and he couldn't wait to move into the thatched house that night.
In the evening, Feng Lan came alone outside the fence gate, sat on the side of the wooden post engraved with the word "Luoyuan", looked up at the twinkling starry sky, then looked at the wooden post and sighed: "I haven't seen it these days. Ziyang, you must be worried about him."
"Don't worry, I will go down the mountain tonight, and I will bring Ziyang back to you tomorrow night."
Feng Lan chatted to the wooden pile for a while, then set off to go down the mountain.
Jia Juesheng walked out of the room with the formation book in hand, stood inside the fence gate and stared at the wooden post for a long time, then murmured: "Luo Yuan? Who could this person be?"
During the past few days of building the bamboo house, he could hear Feng Lan talking to the wooden stakes every night, but he did not dare to ask casually who this person was, in case it would involve someone's sadness.
After all, there is so much involved in carving a person's name on a wooden stake.
Wu Yuanxiao's home in Wuzheng Town
"Why are you doing this?" Hua Yao, a girl with twin tails on her head, leaned on the bed with her hands on her cheeks and asked.
Ziyang's face was covered in large and small cracks. Every time he took a weak breath, the cracks would squirm, and some would even bleed out.
"I want to gain the power to change the current situation." He closed his eyes and said leisurely while lying on the bed.
Hua Yao hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Then will you still be struck by lightning every day in the future?"
Zi Yang's face moved slightly and he said calmly: "There are two paths before me now. One is to survive the five-year thunderstorm and completely complete the transformation. The other is to give up the struggle and commit suicide."
"Five years?!" Hua Yao's eyes changed in shock, she put her hands on the bed and stood up quickly.
After Ziyang felt her panic, he said calmly: "You have already helped me a lot, there is no need to continue to waste your time on me."
Before he finished speaking, streaks of blood slid down his cheeks.
Hua Yao wiped away the blood stains for him and said, "No. Your injury has just improved. I can't just leave you alone."
"After all, I have worked so hard for so many days, and you finally gained consciousness. If I choose to give up on you at this time, wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain?"
Zi Yang clenched his fists and suddenly opened a pair of silver-white blank pupils. The cracks in his palms immediately opened, and blood beads flowed down his palms.
"Don't worry first." After Hua Yao saw the pair of pupils slowly closing, she sat down again and asked quietly: "Is power really that important to you?"
"I was raised by two older brothers. They are my only relatives in this world. I want to use my strength to repay them."
"Besides, I really want to know the whereabouts of my parents." Ziyang choked with tears: "I want to ask them face to face why they abandoned Ziyang back then."
Hua Yao's face was gloomy and she said in a low mood: "You're crying."
"Strength can bring supreme power, and you can never spend all your money on the stone in a lifetime. The most important thing is that it can fulfill the dreams in your heart."
"When you have your own goals, you will be very eager to gain power, because it is the driving force to change the trajectory of your life."
After hearing this, Hua Yao frowned slightly, feeling that these words sounded familiar.
After a moment, she pinched her waist with both hands and asked: "You haven't read the book, so it's impossible to know so much. Come on! Are these what you heard from your husband under the window sill?"
After Ziyang was exposed, he immediately had nothing to say, so he had to pretend to sleep in silence.
Hua Yao called him several times, but there was no response. She wanted to shake him awake, but she was afraid that his wound would open, so she didn't do anything.
Not long after, she fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.
The next day, Hua Yao stretched out, rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out the door. Just when she was about to push the door open and walk out of the room, a quick voice sounded quietly.
"What I'm telling you, I hope you don't want Feng Lan. He has already paid enough for me, and I don't want him to go down this road before me."
"Frustration is directly proportional to benefit. I don't want to put too much pressure on him."
Hua Yao turned around, put her hands behind her back, and said playfully: "Are you begging me?"
Zi Yang sighed: "So be it."
Hua Yao smiled slightly and walked out of the room, looking very proud.
When she opened the door, Feng Lan, who was leaning against the wall beside the door and sleeping soundly, heard the noise and hurriedly opened her eyes and stood up, asking: "Is Ziyang awake?"
Hua Yao nodded and hesitated: "I'm awake, but... forget it, you'd better go in and see for yourself."
She didn't know how to tell Feng Lan, so she simply asked him to see it in person to avoid spilling the beans.
She learned from Zi Yang that the terrifying thing about this silver-haired man would be revealed to him if he was not careful.
Feng Lan walked in happily. He looked at Ziyang who was breathing evenly and with scars on his face, and slowly walked to the bed.
He held Zi Yang's palm and smiled happily after feeling the warmth in it, without looking at the blood-stained palm.
Zi Yang took the lead and joked: "The snow is deep, the road down the mountain is difficult, right? Aren't you afraid of taking me off the cliff?"
"It's okay if you fall off the cliff. You won't have to suffer in this world. I will accompany you on the road to hell. This can be considered a good ending." Feng Lan's tears fell on his hands.
"You know everything?" Ziyang said guiltily.
"Tell me, how long are you going to endure this pain alone?"
"Not long."
"One year? Two years? Or ten years?"
Zi Yang said in a deep voice: "Five years."
Feng Lan's face changed with shock, and she said tremblingly: "I won't stay with you for five years. After your injury stabilizes, I will go out to sea to explore."
"I still can't keep you." Ziyang withdrew his hand and shrank into the bed.
When Feng Lan clearly saw the blood-stained palm, she added with a smile: "If you perform to my satisfaction during your recovery period, maybe I will go on an adventure with you."
Zi Yang immediately smiled, then realized something was wrong, and said with a straight face: "You want to lie to me? I don't believe it."
"To tell you the truth, I'm really worried about you going out alone. It's safer to have me by your side to guide you than to experience it on your own."
Feng Lan turned from passive to active. His ambiguous words made Zi Yang feel a little moved and didn't know what to do.
The initiative was originally in his hands, but Feng Lan easily took it away with just a few words.
