Chapter 59: The Confused Girl and the Life Mentor (Not)
"Two... Eighteen! β
An Wenwen was surprised.
The little girl in front of her, no matter where she looks, is as big as An Xiaofu - not only in terms of physical development, but also in temperament, and even in terms of analytical ability, she judges that this girl is still young.
"It's not..."
An Wenjian frowned and asked, "If you are twenty-eight years old, why are you still like a child in all aspects?" β
The little girl was silent, her eyes sinking, and she didn't know what to remember.
"You seem to be very reluctant to talk about yourself."
An Wenjian's eyes (o_O) widened and he proposed, "But let's talk about it." As long as you can convince me, I don't care if you live or die, and I can even help you die without pain. β
"Really, really?"
The little girl rolled her eyes and looked at An Wenjian: "As long as I say my own business, you will let me die?" β
An Wenjian noticed that the little girl spoke more and more smoothly: "The premise is that your experience is really that bad." β
ββ¦β¦ My name is Jiayi. β
After a few seconds of silence again, the little girl slowly spoke: "For as long as I can remember, there has always been only one person by my side. She took care of me, nurtured me, taught me to read, write, and practice. She also took my name. She is my mother and my master. β
"Under her guidance, my cultivation level advanced very quickly, and when I was nine years old, I reached the limit of the mortal realm. Since that year, my body has stopped growing. For the next nineteen years, I remained the age of nine, and I never broke through the cultivation realm again. β
"From the time I was nine to twenty-eight, for nineteen years, she took me everywhere in search of something. Then, she found it. β
"That night, she took my spiritual root and told me about my originsβshe was the cult who killed my biological parents and destroyed my hometown. I'm just a fool who treats the enemy as his mother and makes wedding dresses for her for 28 years of his life. β
"In the end, she threw me off the cliff..."
Speaking of which, the little girl, Jiayi, finally couldn't speak, covering her face with her hands, but there were no tears: "I, I, why am I alive......"
"Well, that's it?"
An Wenjian's expression almost didn't change, and he even looked a little bored: "That's why you want to die?" β
"Sure enough, my life, the twenty-eight years I've lived, is just a joke."
Jiayi's eyes were full of negative emotions of "wanting to die".
"Ha, ha, ha."
An Wenjian laughed three times fakely, and said, "You are right, your twenty-eight years of life are indeed ridiculous. not only recognized the thief as the mother, but also took the initiative to strip off his spiritual roots, and the twenty-four filial pieties are not as filial as you. β
Jiayi couldn't understand what An Wenjian said, but she was devastated, and the mood she thought was at the bottom became even lower.
"But you're alive, so, that's all."
An Wen saw a sudden 180Β° change in words: "What you have left for the past twenty-eight years is not all pain, so you are only entangled to the point of wanting to die now." β
Jiayi closed her eyes, and scenes from the past appeared in her heart - the master (mother) made food for her for the first time; put on new clothes for her for the first time; taught her to read and write for the first time; For the first time, she praised her for her fast cultivation......
"Even if she takes away my spiritual root, even if she wants to kill me, she is my only 'relative'!"
Jiayi finally cried, and her complicated mood directly turned into a weird and distorted expression: "What the hell should I do?" What attitude should you use towards her? What should I live for? β
"You want to see me live,"
Jiayi shouted hoarsely to An Wenjian: "Then tell me the answer!" β
"Don't be strong."
An Wenjian said calmly: "I don't even know where the end of my cultivation is, how can I know this?" β
After all, An Wenjian still tried to explain: "Most people have a purpose in life, but there are also people who live simply for the sake of living. Your life belongs to you, and what to do should be decided by yourself, including your attitude towards her. For example, I said, you should kill her, can you do it? Or I say, you should forgive her, and you will be able to forgive her? Even if there are people like me who can influence you to a certain extent, it is you who ultimately make the decision. β
Jiayi seems to understand whether she understands or not, but she knows very well that the person in front of her is enlightening herself: "Can't you let me die?" β
"It's a pity, but I feel that with this level of blow, there is no need to seek death and life, so I still want you to live."
An Wenjian's ears moved: "Xiaofu called me to have breakfast, I'll come back in a while, and I'll bring you something to eat by the way." β
Seeing An Wen leaving, Jiayi turned her head to look out the window again, wiping her tears while looking and thinking, but the numbness on her face gradually disappeared.
An Wenjian quickly finished breakfast, came to the infirmary with An Xiaofu, and brought a bowl of porridge to Jiayi.
"Try it, Xiaofu made it, it tastes good."
An Wenjian put the porridge on the bedside table and gently nodded on his head: "Eat, your brain will have the strength to continue thinking." β
I don't know what is added to the porridge, the rice fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of other ingredients, and it goes down Jiayi's nose to the brain: it's so fragrant!
Jiayi stretched out her hand tremblingly towards the porridge, and when she saw that she was about to touch it, An Xiaofu suddenly stepped forward and picked up the porridge: "Your hand is unsteady, it will be too wasteful if you turn it over, I'll feed you." β
Jiayi looked at her somewhat thin arms and chose to accept the kindness: "Thank you, thank you." β
An Xiaofu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it carefully, and slowly handed it to Jiayi's mouth, thinking: [Hmph, do I look very virtuous now? γ
[I don't know if it's virtuous, but I didn't look at us at all when I heard it. γ
[Huh!? γ
From the moment she put down the bowl, An Wen saw that she was looking down and thinking, and An Xiaofu's scheming attempt to show her virtuous side failed to achieve any effect.
An Xiaofu depressedly fed Jiayi and drank porridge, dropped the sentence "I'll go to practice swords", and left the infirmary with a bowl.
"That..."
Jiayi spoke first: "What should I call you?" β
"An Wen sees, the road number - peace. You can call it whichever you want. β
An Wen paused his thoughts and looked up at Jiayi: "You look much better now than just now." Already figured it out? β
"Nope."
Jiayi shook her head: "However, I don't want to die for the time being." β
"That's enough."
An Wen sat up straight: "As the current sect leader of the Anjian faction, I formally invite you to join our Anjian faction. β
"I've lost my spiritual roots and can't practice."
Jiayi asked calmly, "Why do you want me to join you?" β
"Two purposes."
An Wenjian raised two fingers: "First, I want to learn more about the situation in the cultivation world through you. As you said before, the man of your enemy, master and adoptive mother, has been taking you around for nineteen years. Come to think of it, you should know far more about the cultivation world than I do. β
Jiayi heard An Wenjian finish the first point, and asked directly: "Is this one of your purposes for saving me?" β
"The brain is a good thing, I hope you can use it more."
An Wen saw disdain and said, "When I saved you, I didn't know anything about you. β
Jiayi was suddenly embarrassed, and didn't dare to look at An Wen.
"Just know you're wrong."
An Wenjian waved his hand to show that he didn't care: "Second, although you have lost your spiritual root, it doesn't mean that you can't practice. β
"What do you mean?"
Jiayi's face was full of surprise: "My spiritual root is not a problem of inferior quality, but a whole stripping." Is it still possible to practice in this situation? β
"Ordinary people can't, but you're different."
An Wenjian pointed at Jiayi: "You have a special physique. β