C88 Parental descent (1/2)
Hearing Chang Jing's words, his mother suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly put down the table in her hands.
The atmosphere in the house turned awkward as the incident was too unthinkable. His son looked at his mother in amazement. His mother looked at his father for help, and his father looked at his son helplessly.
”That …” The family's pillar of support, his father, was the first to break the silence. ”Son, you've finally returned. You missed us so much!”
”Look, it's already so tall!” His mother obviously understood her father's intentions, as she measured Chang Jing's height with her hand, and said, ”When we went to school, I was slightly taller than your father, but now I have almost surpassed him!”
Even though she was interrupting on purpose, it was a fact. Chang Jing was now about 1.76 meters tall, and a layer of tender beard had also grown underneath her nose – truly grown.
”Mom,” Chang Jing had a personality that liked to get to the bottom of things, so she naturally would not put aside what she wanted to know just because of a few words from her parents. ”You still haven't told me what's going on yet.”
Knowing that he could not hide it from his mother, he could not help but ask for help from his father. The grief in his eyes made his father's heart ache.
”Well,” my father said with a sigh, ”he's grown up, and it's time to tell him something.”
His father turned to Chang Jing and asked, ”Do you remember when I told you before that I was a branch disciple of Forge Master Jian Hun's honorary disciple?”
”En,” Chang Jing was confused, ”I thought it was you making fun of me, could it be that it has something to do with mother's great strength?”
”It's not true, but it's not a joke.” Father said seriously, ”My real name is Cheng Jian. Ye, also known as the broken sword as the fifty-third generation Jian Hun of the Ara. ”The eldest son of the Night, father gave me this name to carry on his career, but …”
Saying this, Cheng Jian gently took Chang Jing's mother's hand, ”The heavens allowed me to meet your mother, Rose Family's second miss, Rou Xin. ”Rose.”
Chang Jing was confused. He couldn't think of a reason why meeting his mother would change his father's life, but he faintly felt that his father's mother's story must have been very complicated.
Sure enough, Cheng Jian continued, ”You really don't understand, right? No wonder you don't understand that we live in seclusion on this island for the sake of each other we love, and never speak of our own lives, not even of our own sons — you. How could you possibly understand? ”
Saying that, Cheng Jian's eyes started to turn red, while Rou Xin's eyes started to tear up.
After leaving their parents and relatives for nearly twenty years, who wouldn't lament?
”The story of your mother and me is a long story.” Cheng Jian's voice started to become distant, faraway to a night nineteen years ago. Although it was painful, it was never a night to regret.
”In the Ara, Jian Hun and Rose can be considered two big families. However, due to the grudges of the previous generations, our two families have not interacted with each other for a long time, to the point of being enemies. But the hostile me and your mother met by chance … ”
Chang Jing sat there quietly and listened to everything like she was listening to a touching story, while Rou Xin walked to the window and stared blankly at the distant east side, the place that made her so lost in her dreams.
Cheng Jian fell into deep thought, and the room immediately became quiet, only hearing the Xia Bug's tired voice outside the window.
”At that time, we were all very young and we loved to be swordsmen of the world. One time when I was chasing a gangster, I was accidentally injured by him and fell in that girl's room. Your mother came too. When they saw me lying on the bed, they thought I was the scoundrel. ” Saying that, Cheng Jian's face suddenly revealed a child's smile, ”We fought until your mother finally realized the truth, ah!”
Rou Xin who was in front of the window glared at Cheng Jian fiercely. That gaze made Cheng Jian think of a chopping board and a kitchen knife.
He shivered and quickly changed the topic, ”We soon found out about each other's love, but only later did we find out about each other's background.”
Cheng Jian continued to speak, ”But, for those of us who know the truth, we already realised that we can't leave each other, and we had once thought of breaking up, but every time, not even one day would pass, we would once again find each other. There was no other way, we could only secretly socialize at home …
”Father,” Chang Jing was so engrossed by her words that she asked when she saw that Cheng Jian was not going to continue speaking, ”What happened to you two afterwards?”