Chapter 119 (1/2)

Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Initially, Zhuge Yue frowned, ignoring the child. However, his expression relaxed swiftly. He lifted the child up, staring angrily at him.

The child was startled and pouted. ”Father…”

”Don't call me Father again!” Zhuge Yue hollered. As he finished his sentence, the child looked as if he was about to cry again. Zhuge Yue sighed helplessly and said, ”Don't call me Father, and you…you can stay here.”

Xingxing was a smart child. Hearing this, she dashed up and said, ”Mo'er, call him Uncle. You can stay here after that!”

”Un-uncle…” the child probably did not know what that word meant but followed Xingxing's instructions. Seeing that Zhuge Yue's expression slowly warmed up, he dashed forward, grabbed Zhuge Yue's neck and shouted, ”Uncle, those adults…killed…parents…set fire…killed Mo'er…blood…cries…dead people…”

The young child, after calling Zhuge Yue his uncle, treated him like family and complained to him loudly while crying. There was no desire for revenge in the child's voice. Perhaps, he had not been made aware of this idea. What the child felt was pure fear, sorrow, dislike, and disgust. However, these seemingly simple emotions would definitely manifest into an insatiable desire for revenge and a thirst for blood in future. Just like Yan Xun presently.

The enemies that he remembered were just some adults. He did not know their identities, backgrounds, status, or even their full names. He only knew that the people who killed his parents were not children, but a group of adults, and that currently, they were after his life, not allowing him to eat, sleep, nor go home.

This time, Zhuge Yue did not push the child aside. The child's little body was trembling in fear. He grabbed his neck forcefully, just like family.

Xingxing's eyes teared up. She said, ”Sister, I'm leaving. I'll be back here tomorrow.”

As the young girl turned to leave, Chu Qiao suddenly restrained her. She turned around to pick up a small dagger, placing it in the young girl's hand and saying seriously, ”Xingxing, be careful. If there's any trouble, come and find Sister.”

A wide smile appeared across the young girl's face. She waved goodbye to Mo'er and took another careful look at Zhuge Yue, before walking out of the tent.

The winds outside were cold. Chu Qiao stood by the door of the tent, looking at the child walk into the distance, occasionally turning back to wave at her. In the darkness, she could not make out the young girl's face, only sensing that the young girl was trying to speak to her. However, the young girl's voice was drowned out by the strong winds. Everything was like a cycle. She looked at the child's shadow fading, which reminded her of herself and triggering certain emotions within her heart. The onslaught of the strong winds made her feel very cold.

”Find it familiar?” a plain voice sounded from behind her. Chu Qiao turned around, seeing the child still in Zhuge Yue's embrace, his shoulders still trembling from crying. Zhuge Yue was staring at her. The years seemed to roll back, all the way to the start. Back then, they were this small but had seemingly been through so much more.

Chu Qiao laughed. ”What a strong, obedient child.”

With a swoosh, the wind scattered the soil into the air. The night was silent, with no birds in the sky. A solitary dark cloud drifted across the sky.

”Uncle, I'm hungry,” the child said, tired from crying. Tears were still trickling down his face. Without any reservations, he broke the silence in the tent, biting his finger in protest. ”Mo'er is starving.”

Alright, I shall let go of the sad past for now. Zhuge Yue looked at the child, who was no taller than his leg. Frowning, he said, ”What do you want to eat?”

”Umm…” the child frowned and thought hard for a moment. ”Is there abalone soup?”

Zhuge Yue frowned, saying, ”No!”

Not even this? The child probed, ”Are there roasted pigeons?”

Zhuge Yue's expression turned dark. With a low voice, he replied, ”No.”

”How about steamed shark's fin?”

”No…”

”Not even that?” the child frowned in dissatisfaction, looking at the relative that he had just acknowledged, questioning his economic status. ”Then…then there should at least be a suckling pig? Uncle, Mo'er does not eat vegetarian food…”

Zhuge Yue's expression slowly turned to that of thunder. The child, sensing this, sighed and said, ”Then…then…then…some braised meat would be fine too. I…I want deer meat, I don't like braised pork nor beef.”

Zhuge Yue lifted the child up in a fit of rage. ”Little idiot! Are you playing with me?”

”Wuuuu…” the child started to cry. ”Okay, pork is fine too. Uncle, you're so poor!”

This was probably the first person in the world that said that Zhuge Yue was poor to his face.

Chu Qiao looked at them, her mood brightened up. She released the curtains and bent over, walking into the tent. She picked up a bowl of white porridge and said to the young child, ”You haven't eaten for a day. Have some porridge first.”

The child reluctantly picked up the bowl and stuck out his small tongue to taste the food, as if it contained poison. However, as he took a mouthful, he was stunned. He started to take big gulps of the porridge.

”Sister, this porridge is delicious!” the child squealed in joy.