Volume 1 Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 2:Living with great joy, dying with no regrets

Translated by: Chua

Edited by:I and Elkassar

A year ago, after Dasi bought the old boat, Fu Yuan, Sheyan immediately left his current job to return to assist Dasi without hesitation At that tio shi+p fro to retire in a year Even after much persuasion from the captain, Sheyan remained firm and returned to the tattered and old boat, Fu Yuan, to be an ordinary fishers to pay off Dasi’s debts, and the small shed that he and Sanzi was built from as left of it

Even after walking for a short while, his shoes have been soaked with ice coldand a squishy sound with each stepSanzi’s hut, he did not look back, offering just a s He then stretched his back as he pushed open the door and entered the hut

As Sheyan was about to retire to his rooed with an envious and respectful look on his face:

Bro Yan , do you reht by waves as tall as a few , how did you e to strike the fat headed beast with such precision?”

Although Sanzi was younger than Sheyan by a fewas well as experience could not be compared to the Sheyan who labored outside for 5 years It was not even a close fight That is why he has always been respectful and idolized his foster brother Sheyan Upon hearing this, Sheyan give off a slight laugh as he squinted his eyes:

“I only blindly aiot lucky”

Sheyan lit the lantern beside him, and take out a dry handkerchief froht of about 18ht vest was a bulging outline of his chest ave hi complexion With neat and tidy hair coupled with his sharp brows, giving an ih quality fitness trainer However the stern look froaze made people wanted to stay a thousand miles away from him

Looking objectively, this is an extre 78 square meters, made out of scrap objects and low quality rawbowl and a si, there was a strangely war of home which can never be replaced by even a 5-star hotel

The only decoration was a small picture atop the bed frame The picture frame had already faded to a yellowish colour over time, and it contained 3 people: Sheyan, Uncle Dasi,and Sanzi That photo was taken before Sheyan left the house to work Looking at Uncle Dasi in the picture, there was a look of respect and admiration in Sheyan’s ly endured all hardshi+ps to raise hireatest point was that he never once covered up their birth origin, and did not allow them to address him as Father This is because, Dasi is a devout believer in Feng Shui (Geo his fortune told that he would have a lonely life of hardshi+ps he refused to allow this ill fate to infect the two kids, preferring to grow old alone childless

However, this gave an ignorant but noble feeling to the honorable and filial Dasi…

Thinking back about the past, Sheyan sighed He was an extree, he did not treat the parents who abandoned hiratitude for Uncle DasiAlthough he addressed Dasi as uncle, but deep in his heart he treated him as a father Pasted upon his bed fra with great joy, dying with no regrets! These words were seen from a tattered novel that Sheyan had read, he fell in love with theof the words, and thus showcased it atop his bed frame

After daydreauished the lantern and slept After the initial weariness, he soon slept deeper In his heart he harboured a certain uneasiness, as though so was about to happen

Sheyan’s instincts has always been accurate, this hy he was often praised by others as he could often pinpoint the root of a probleainst him as he often miraculously triumphed even without the upper hand at the start Beforehand Sanzi questioned Sheyan how he could slaughter the fat headed beast even in the raging stor on his extremely keen instincts

The pouring rain consistently ha in bed He suddenly sat up and lit up the lantern Unintentionally, he caught a gli his head, he shockingly discovered several red-crossed scars across his chest as though so it, he realized it was not painful and therefore did not think much of it

At this tirab a cup of water, while hu water sound other than hi sound sounded like so inside theon Sheyan’s door echoed throughout the hut, followed by panicky coarse unclear shoutings

“Co to open his door As the door opened slightly, the cold outer winds rushed in, suddenly a hand drenched in blood shot out grabbing the door frath, a person covered in blood and mud entered It was actually the one who lived with Uncle Dasi, Gao Qiang! Sheyan tried to support hiround, clutching tightly onto Sheyan’s leg with both arms, he wailed in despair:

“Bro Yan , it’s a disaster!”

Sheyan raised his sharp, pitch black brows, but in his heart he felt a slight deja vu: So really cah his heart was in chaos, he calmly replied loudly: