nyslfriends Chapter 48, Erlang, you must have suffered a lot these years.
Chapter 48, Erlang, you must have suffered a lot these years.
"Jiro..."
"You've grown up."
These words were so gentle, as if they might be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Like the most deafening thunder from the heavens, it exploded in Yang Jian's ears and deep in his mind.
Once.
Twice.
Three times...
Like a curse, it keeps repeating itself over and over.
Yang Jian was as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.
He stared blankly at the blood-stained yet sharply defined face before him.
He stared into those dark eyes, now devoid of all cold killing intent, filled only with endless tenderness and contentment.
Emotions suppressed in my mind for hundreds of years...
At this moment, it began to tremble, collapse, and tear apart wildly.
He opened his mouth.
I want to speak out...
I want to shout....
I want to ask, "Is it really you?"
Can--
My throat felt like it was stuffed with dry, yellow sand.
I can't make any sound.
It could only emit extremely faint and broken breathy sounds, like those of a drowning person.
……
In a short time...
The wind stops.
Clouds, stillness.
On the battlefield between the two armies.
The yellow sand that had been howling and raging all day suddenly froze.
Even the tiniest speck of dust stopped drifting and remained suspended in mid-air.
Looking at the person in black armor in front of him, who raised his hand to touch him.
Yang Jian's right hand, which was gripping the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
The silver-white, heaven-defying spear intent that was originally unyielding and indomitable on the blade now flickered slightly, following the owner's emotions.
The light flickers unpredictably...
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The three-pointed double-edged sword trembled continuously in my palm.
a bit.
Two times.
Three times...
The blade trembled more and more violently.
Yang Jian's hands trembled so much that they went numb, and even cracked open with bright red blood.
He tried desperately to grip the knife handle tightly.
but--
I can't hold on!
He tried desperately to steady his erratic breathing.
He wanted to suppress the turbulent waves surging in his heart like a tsunami.
but--
It can't be stabilized!
A burning, sour feeling welled up uncontrollably in my eyes.
line of sight....
It started to become blurry.
The figure I've been longing for day and night before me is now blurred into a hazy, shimmering expanse of water.
"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"
After a series of tremors.
"Clang—"
A very light and crisp metallic sound as it fell to the ground.
It suddenly shattered the oppressive silence that had gripped the battlefield.
The three-pointed double-edged sword that had slain countless demons and accompanied him in battle for a century...
Without any warning, it silently slipped from Yang Jian's palm and fell diagonally into the blood-stained yellow earth at his feet.
The blade trembled slightly and weakly in the breeze.
Yang Jian lowered his head very slowly.
Looking at the dull, three-pointed double-edged sword on the ground.
Looking at the still-lingering cold light on the blade.
at last......
Looking at my empty palms.
The palms of his hands were covered with thick calluses from holding a knife for too long.
The hideous marks left from countless life-or-death battles are deeply imprinted on the skin and flesh.
Before I knew it, my vision had completely blurred.
My knees suddenly lost all strength.
Yang Jian wanted to stand.
He wanted to stand up straight, wanting to show his older brother how strong and powerful he was now.
But no matter what, it couldn't stand up.
He clenched his teeth tightly.
His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding, and his lips were even bleeding.
He stared intently at the yellow earth beneath his feet.
He desperately tried to suppress the urge that was about to burst out of his chest.
Can't cry.
He had already made a vow in his heart.
He was no longer the Erlang who could only hide behind his older brother, trembling in fear, and who would climb onto his older brother's bed with his blanket and cry whenever there was thunder.
He has grown up.
He was the third-generation chief of the Chan Sect.
He is the Pure Source Wondrous Dao True Lord who achieved "physical sainthood".
He has already...
"thump."
A sudden, dull thud.
Yang Jian's knees slammed heavily onto the ground.
The hard loess soil cracked instantly, and gravel mixed with dust flew everywhere.
Yang Jian knelt there, utterly undignified, on the desolate wilderness, amidst the swirling sandstorms and strewn corpses.
Kneeling...
He stood before the figure he had searched for, waited for, and dreamed of for hundreds of years.
The defense line in my throat completely collapsed.
The voice that had been suppressed for countless years could no longer be silenced.
"big……"
Yang Jian opened his mouth.
The sounds that came out were broken and melody-free.
"Big brother..."
A scalding tear fell heavily onto the yellow earth with a "plop," leaving a dark stain.
The second drop.
The third drop...
Tears flowed like a burst dam, unstoppable.
"Big brother—!!!"
A heart-wrenching roar exploded, echoing across the battlefield.
Yang Jian looked up, peering through the blurry water light at the figure before him.
For hundreds of years.
The grievances of living under someone else's roof, the longing that lingers in the middle of the night, the helplessness and resentment in the face of countless gods and Buddhas, and that deep-seated guilt that can never be let go...
At this moment, like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years, it erupted completely!
"Big brother!"
"Big brother!!"
"You finally..."
"Finally...finally you remembered me."
Yang Jian knelt on the ground.
Ignoring all dignity and the gaze of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides.
Like a helpless child who has finally found his family after getting lost, he burst into tears.
They cried until their hearts were breaking and their voices were hoarse.
His broad, sturdy shoulders trembled as he cried, like leaves falling in the wind.
She was crying so hard she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
His broad, sturdy shoulders trembled as he cried, like leaves falling in the wind.
She was crying so hard she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
"I……"
"I've been looking for you..."
He cried and sobbed intermittently, as if he were complaining aggrievedly or urgently pouring out his heart.
"I've been looking for it for so, so long..."
"Big brother...do you know...?"
"I thought..."
"I thought I'd never find you again..."
A hoarse, broken cry.
It drifted sadly and mournfully in the vast and desolate wilderness.
……
Gu Xuan stood quietly in place.
He neither moved nor spoke.
Instead, he looked at Yang Jian, who was kneeling at his feet, sobbing uncontrollably, with a complicated expression.
In my memory, that little courtyard was always bathed in sunshine.
A four or five-year-old boy with exquisitely beautiful features.
Like a little tail, she hugged his leg, looking up at his innocent face.
"Big brother, when are you going to teach me your marksmanship?"
That child with the sweet, childlike voice and eyes full of adoration...
Before him stood a handsome young man clad in silver armor, kneeling in the blood-stained mud, trembling with grief as he wept.
In Gu Xuan's eyes, they gradually overlapped.
Gu Xuan's throat bobbed.
It felt like something had hit me hard in the heart.
He stared at it in silence for a very long time.
Let the yellow sand fly everywhere, let the wind howl fiercely in my ears.
finally……
I took a deep breath.
He slowly squatted down.
He slowly raised his right hand, which had just been holding the spear.
Just like a long, long time ago.
With utmost gentleness, he pressed his hand against the head of the boy in front of him, a figure that overlapped with his memories.
"Jiro."
"These years..."
Gu Xuan's voice was very soft and gentle.
"You must have suffered a lot..."