C3 (1/2)

When my father saw that Mom was fine, he pulled me out of the house. I watched him crouch at the edge of the eaves, his head in his hands, as if in pain.

I was even more upset. Maybe I didn't ask this question and there was no such thing. It's just that I still don't understand how this insignificant matter could become the source of my parents' pain!

”Rich son,” my father said, turning his head. His voice was hoarse, and I couldn't believe that in such a short time, he would be old.

”Father...” I shivered slightly.

”What do you want to know? I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything!”

Tears were already streaming down my face, and I threw myself into my father's arms.

”I won't ask, I won't ask. Rich son won't ask anymore. Dad, don't be like this …” My heart was filled with regret, but what could I do now that things had come to this?

My father held me and cried all night, but he still didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't have the courage to say anything. It was dawn when I helped him to his bed and lay down next to his mother.

I made breakfast and placed it on the table. I picked up my bag and prepared to head to the academy. I really want to pretend that nothing happened, but my heart forbids this.

Little Fatso, Little Treasure, and Little Yu are still waiting for me at their usual place.

”Fugui, what kind of story do you have today?” Little Fatso asked me while chewing on his sugar.

I was depressed. I wanted to pretend that I was fine, but I couldn't hide the sadness in my eyes and the fatigue in my eyes. I opened my mouth and shook my head without saying anything.

”What's the matter, rich boy?”

Seeing my expression darken, Little Fatty and Little Treasure, and even Little Yu, who had always been on bad terms with me, ran over to ask.

The way I looked at them was a kind of simple friendship and concern. My heart warmed, and I wanted to say something, but just as I opened my mouth, I felt a sharp pain in my throat, making me unable to speak. I think I cried too hard last night and my voice was hoarse.

I shook my head, indicating that I was fine. With a smile that was even uglier than crying, I lowered my head and slowly walked away.

Little Fatty and the others were obviously frightened by me, but they couldn't stop worrying. They followed by my side, whispering to each other. From time to time, they would glance at me but didn't dare to get too close. Trembling all the way to the academy, they stopped after class.

I was not in the mood to listen to what mister had to say. I was in a trance when I finally got to the semester. My voice was a little better. After calling Little Fatty and the rest with a hoarse voice, I walked over to Mister.

Sir is indeed worthy of being a mister. After seeing me stay alone, he stared at my haggard expression for a while before slowly opening his mouth and saying, ”If you have any questions, just ask!”

I hoarsely asked, ”Teacher, who exactly is Grandpa Sun? Why are you all hiding this from me?”

Mister shook his head, as if he had already expected this question, and sighed, ”Follow me!”

I followed him to the old willow tree. The fish had already taken the bait and was struggling to burst into splashes, but instead of fiddling with the fishing rods, Mister sat down under the tree and stared at the river for a long time before gesturing for me to sit beside him.

”Do you already know something?”

I nodded. ”I know that Grandpa Sun is an immortal from the legends, and I also know that you are hiding things from me.”

Mr. Wang nodded, then shook his head, ”Since you already know, do you know why we are hiding it from you?”

I looked at him and said nothing.

The gentleman loosened his shoulders and looked up at the sun shining through the leaves.

”You know, Peace Village wasn't called Peace Village before, it was called Pauper Village.”

I was stunned. Beggar village!

”The beggars from all over the place had nowhere to go, so they gathered here for a temporary rest. At that time, there weren't many people in the village who could eat, not even me. Even after learning two years of lessons from the old master, he still could not escape the fate of begging. Every year, dozens of people would starve to death. Ten years ago, everyone was united to contribute a little to each family. They gathered some money and bought some farm tools and grain. Finally, a few acres of barren land were cleared and some crops planted. In the first year, everyone gained a lot. Although it's less than what we have now, it's still much better than begging for food. ”

A tinge of reminiscence appeared in the eyes of the teacher. Although that kind of life was not worth being nostalgic for, after experiencing it, even the past that could not be erased was worth forgiving.