The head of the Dongfang family struggled with his weak body and leaned against the edge of the bed. Dongfang Chengtian also waited for him to speak extremely seriously, and the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.
Dongfang Shiming looked at his father and brother. He took a deep breath and said calmly: "Rising to the sky, like the wind."
When they heard the name, the two of them were stunned for a moment, as if they were surprised by it. However, since it was Dongfang Shiming's result, they did not immediately question it and wanted to hear the reason why Dongfang Shiming mentioned this place.
"Twenty years ago, father, you should still remember this place. If Hu Wei is right, my mother once went there to pray for my elder brother."
Seeing the head of the Dongfang family nodding slightly, Dongfang Shiming's eyes showed a little confidence.
"Except for this place, I have already explored all possible places where the incident may have occurred." Dongfang Shiming said, "But the Xiangfeng Temple is now extremely dilapidated and unattended."
"Before I left, I found the Taoist priest in charge of the Taoist temple in a neighboring village. He told me that Xiangfeng Temple is only open on the first day of every month and asked me to pay my respects after a few days."
Speaking of this, Dongfang Shiming continued: "I have almost ruled out the possibility of other locations. The only place where there is doubt is the Xiangfeng Temple that no one cares about."
"Well..." Patriarch Dongfang lay on the bed and closed his eyes weakly.
Dongfang Chengtian was speechless. My brother's work efficiency is indeed very high, but this matter is too complicated, and it doesn't seem to be easy to sort it out at once.
After a while, after bidding farewell to his brother and father, Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge strolled through the family manor to watch the snow.
"To put it lightly, it's hard for you too." Fu Yunge exhaled a hot breath.
"It's nothing." Dongfang Shiming shook his head, "This matter... I should have to face it sooner or later."
Fu Yunge knows. As the once abandoned son of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Shiming now recognizes his ancestors and returns to the clan, what does he represent and bear.
Dongfang Shiming walked under the eaves and reached out to grab a few snowflakes. Watching the ice crystals gradually melting in the palm of his hand, his eyes almost blurred for a while.
"This matter... comes to mind, it's fate's helplessness."
Back then, in his young memory, there was the same falling snow, only colder and more ruthless.
The rivers that filled the mountains seemed to have withered away. Wandering in a different place, if this incident had not happened, perhaps his life would have been completely different.
A gust of wind blew, and little snowflakes stained his eyelashes. The scene in front of me seemed blurry more than ten years ago.
At that time, he only knew that his parents were completely separated because of "that incident" as if the sky was falling. The peace and warmth of the past will never come back.
However, perhaps it was also a relief for the mother at the time.
The sky is full of wind and snow. Alone and helpless, he was wrapped in the arms of Hu Wei, his closest servant at the time. Facing the rebuke and contempt from the whole family, he was like a lonely boat carried by a person in the center of the whirlpool. It was everything in his childish heart and despair.
Later, Hu Wei turned his back to the Dongfang family's instructions and scolds, blocking everything for himself. Silently and resolutely, he took himself away from the wind, waves and hustle and bustle, and plunged into the crazy snowy sky. He took his young self to the lower realm where the Shengpingtian was isolated.
In the end, two figures, one old and one young, migrated several times and ended up at Shigu Ferry. Then, like frightened birds, they finally settled down at home in great exhaustion.
In the following years, the master and servant lived a very miserable life. As if falling from the sky to the ground, they live a busy life like ordinary local people, with simple meals and short brown cloth clothes. But perhaps thankfully, the Dongfang family seemed to have really forgotten these two grains of sand. Since then, no one has come to disturb them.
Hu Wei planted the seeds of pure kindness in Dongfang Shiming's childhood.
Life is not easy, but Hu Wei still has a little persistence. It was he who taught Dongfang Shiming how to behave in daily life, and worked everywhere for him to study and study at Shigudukou. Even after leaving the fertile growth soil, the young Dongfang Shiming was still under Hu Wei's painstaking care, and his thoughts of benevolence and wisdom gradually became ingrained and prevented him from going astray.
For Dongfang Shiming, that period was not a long one. Although it was miserable, it was a rare and happy time for him.
Hu Wei eventually became seriously ill. On that snowy day, Dongfang Shiming burst into tears in front of the bed. Still naive, he understood the separation of life for the first time. The back figure that he relied on finally collapsed.
Later, Dongfang Shiming found the money Hu Wei had saved for himself. It turned out that it was not that he had no money for medical treatment, it was just that he knew that his life was not long at that time, so he was willing to spare no effort to give his last bit of light and heat to the young master who had cared for him all his life.
The wind and snow drifted in through the window. Snowflakes stained Dongfang Shiming's cheeks, and the thin body in front of him gradually turned into nothing.
"Don't be in a daze, it's cold here."
Suddenly, his nerves trembled, and Dongfang Shiming was called back to reality by Fu Yunge. He smiled apologetically and walked away with Fu Yunge.
However, Dongfang Shiming, who recovered from his sensibility, turned to think of Hu Wei's "confession" when he was dying.
"Back then... if we hadn't wanted to hide it... maybe you, young master... wouldn't have fallen to this..."
"Old servant Hu Wei...what I owe to the young master in this life, I can only pay it back in the next life..."
It's like a sigh. Dongfang Shiming suppressed the turbulence in his heart, looked at the calm Feixue, and his mind calmed down.
"Concealed"...
He already knew what happened after "that incident".
"Tell me about it." Suddenly, Fu Yunge's voice came from the front.
Dongfang Shiming looked up and saw Fu Yunge had stopped in front and looked back at him. It turned out that I didn’t know when I stopped again.
Fu Yunge spat out a mouthful of white mist: "Since we are friends, I can't just watch you suffer. Tell me, I will definitely be able to help you."
Dongfang Shiming smiled warmly.
In fact, when Dongfang Shiming left Fu Yunge in Nuanzhuzhai just now, he did not mean to ask him to help. It's just that for the first time, he feels that he is in this familiar and unfamiliar whirlpool. With friends by his side, he always feels more at ease.
but……
"Huh, that's fine." As if relieved, Dongfang Shiming decided not to hide it in front of Fu Yunge. The person in front of you is enough for you to trust. Even if you want to vent, it is better than contemplating on your own.
He pointed to a wing with high altars not far away, leading to the corridor. Fu Yunge understood, and the two of them walked there together.
After entering, the two discovered that this house was actually a place where the Dongfang family worshiped gods. There is no one inside now, the space is narrow, and a golden statue of a god is placed on it, with a majestic appearance.
