readsfreenovel Chapter 597 Calm daily life
Chapter 597 Calm daily life
He looked down into the kitten's amber pupils, seeing his own unfamiliar reflection in them.
This face is obviously very familiar, but it seems to be covered by a layer of fog and I can't recall any memory related to it.
Even stranger was the sudden pang of pain in his heart when the kitten touched his finger with its wet nose—not physical pain, but some deeper, forgotten dull ache.
He meowed in protest, but what he got in return was a more gentle caress from Lin Ci'an.
“Snowball.”
"Because you are as white as snow."
He explained softly, more like trying to convince himself. The kitten's cry of protest made him smile, and when the action pulled his facial muscles, he was surprised to find that his cheeks were wet.
(I am crying? Why?)
Tears rolled down uncontrollably and hit the kitten's ears.
When the tears dripped onto Chu Ziyu's ear, he froze like a cat. The warm liquid slid down his fur, but it stirred up a storm in his heart.
(He cried...)
Chu Ziyu looked up at Lin Ci'an's wet eyelashes, and his heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand.
Over the past three hundred years, he had seen Lin Ci'an in countless different forms - fighting bloody battles, wielding a sword ruthlessly, practicing in silence - but he had never seen him cry so defenselessly.
(How could it be...)
(Does the wound hurt?)
The pad unconsciously pressed on the young man's trembling hand. He clearly wanted to use his magic power to explore his spiritual state, but he forgot that he couldn't even use the most basic spells.
This feeling of powerlessness made Chu Ziyu's throat tighten, which was a hundred times more uncomfortable than when the dragon poison eroded the demon pill.
Lin Ci'an hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeves, but the more he wiped, the more tears came. Those tears seemed to come from some bottomless container, and he felt a sense of joy in his heart that he had regained what he had lost.
It emerged with joy, but also made him confused.
This should be our first meeting, but I have the illusion that we are dependent on each other.
Lin Ci'an's action of wiping his face with his sleeve hurt him even more.
The Thunder Sword Master in my memory is always calm and composed. How could he ever be in such an embarrassing moment?
Chu Ziyu was so anxious that he wanted to speak, but all that came out was a weak "meow".
(Don't cry...)
He rubbed his head against Lin Ci'an's chin desperately, and the fur was wet with tears and stuck into clumps.
When the kitten's tail wrapped around his wrist, the feeling of being needed strangely soothed the restlessness in his heart.
"Grandpa Chen said he would stay here for a while."
He buried his face in the kitten's fluffy fur and said in a muffled voice, "Will Xuetuan accompany me?"
The furry tail unconsciously wrapped around the young man's wrist. Chu Ziyu sighed in his heart.
(Never mind, just let it be a snowball.)
The moment he asked the question, Lin Ci'an felt an inexplicable palpitation.
It seemed like a long time ago that he had anxiously waited for an answer. At this moment, the kitten gently rubbed his chin, which made his eyes warm again.
(It seems like... I have finally waited for something important...)
The sunlight shines through the window lattice, drawing mottled shadows on the mud ground.
Lin Ci'an stared at the swaying spots of light in a trance, and suddenly wished that time would stop at this moment - there was no past, no future, only the warm weight in his palm.
The days passed by in a dull manner. Lin Ci'an built a thatched hut next to Old Man Chen and lived there.
When the morning light came in through the window paper, Chu Ziyu was awakened by a rustling noise.
He opened his eyes and saw Lin Ci'an walking around the room on tiptoe, with a bamboo basket woven by Old Man Chen on his waist and a rusty sickle in his hand.
"Meow?" (Where are you going?)
The young man turned around when he heard the voice. The morning light gilded his face. "Xuetuan, are you awake?"
He squatted down and scratched the kitten's chin. "I'm going to the back mountain to pick some mushrooms. Grandpa Chen said that stewing them in soup can nourish the body."
Chu Ziyu immediately hooked his trouser legs with his front paws.
What a joke! With Lin Ci'an's current mortal body, what would he do if he encountered a wild beast?
“You want to go too?”
Lin Ci'an looked hesitantly at his right hind leg tied to the branch, and suddenly took off his coat and spread it in the bamboo basket, "Then, I'll carry you."
(Nonsense!)
The meow of protest was completely ignored.
When Chu Ziyu came to his senses, he had been neatly placed in a bamboo basket covered with soft cloth, swaying gently with Lin Ci'an's steps.
The scent of soapberries mixed with the freshness of morning dew on the young man made him yawn unconsciously.
The wild chrysanthemums beside the mountain path were in full bloom. Lin Ci'an would stop from time to time to pick a few and pin them on the edge of the bamboo basket: "To use as a pillow for Xuetuan."
His eyes curved into crescents as he said this and his fingertips were stained with pollen, almost transparent in the sunlight.
Chu Ziyu squinted his eyes and watched his back moving in the morning mist.
The swordsman who once struck a thunderbolt with one strike of his sword now had to squat down and carefully identify mushrooms before picking them. He would turn around and ask him from time to time: "Xuetuan, isn't this color too bright?"
As if one really expected a cat to answer.
As the sun rose higher, Lin Ci'an sat on a rock by the stream to rest his feet.
He took off his shoes and socks and dipped his feet in the stream. Suddenly, he cried "Ouch!" - a small fish was pecking at his toes.
Chu Ziyu was so anxious that he leaned over the edge of the bamboo basket and looked out, only to see the young man laughing so hard that the splashing water wet his clothes.
“You want to try it too?”