THE CULTIVATION OF BESIDE DEVIL CULTIVATOR
122: Return to Home
"Here?"
Just as Jiang Hao was still feeling nostalgic, Hong Yuye's voice suddenly pulled him back to the real world.
They were standing in front of an inn. The board says “Cloud Inn” on it.
Jiang Hao nodded.
He remembered he had dreamed of coming here to eat, but he had no money back then. It was absurd that he finally had the money to do so.
Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye stood in front of the counter.
"Two rooms?" ask the middle-aged innkeeper.
Jiang Hao was somewhat surprised. He had not expected that anyone else would be able to see Hong Yuye. Apparently, he's not fully visible.
“Or one room for you two?” ask the owner carefully.
Jiang Hao looked at Hong Yuye with fear. However, he appeared as calm as usual.
He felt his gaze at her and turned to look at her. It seems he mocked her. Jiang Hao asked for two rooms instead of one.
Cloud Inn has six floors. The first floor is the dining room.
The second and third floors have regular rooms. They are called “Under Awan”. The fourth and fifth floors have a medium-sized room called “Mid-Cloud” and the sixth floor is called “Above Cloud”.
Jiang Hao asked for two rooms on the sixth floor. If he was alone, he would not mind staying in a simple room. But it was different with Hong Yuye by his side. A small mistake will take his life.
They took the key and left.
Crunch!
When they opened the door of the room, a fragrant aroma wafted.
It was a very beautiful room with a bed, table, chair, and dressing table. There was a folding screen on one side with a painting on it.
Behind the folding screen there is a wooden tub for bathing.
A table and several chairs were placed near the window to provide a beautiful view of the city below.
Jiang Hao walked to the window and looked down. He could see the main road. Hong Yuye walked over and sat down on a chair, then pointed to the teapot.
Jiang Hao understood. He took out the Snow Queen Spring brand tea leaves that he had bought earlier. He then brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for her. Hong Yuye looked at the teacup and then glanced at Jiang Hao.
'Was he not satisfied with his tea?' asked Jiang Hao.
“Senior, what do you want to do in Fall City?” jiang Hao asked trying to shift the topic.
“I came here for this,” he said and put a stone tablet on the table. “It can send you secret message. His message said that there will be a secret meeting in this city within three days.”
Who sent that message? Jiang Hao asked.
“I don't know... we need to find out about it,” Hong Yuye said as he pushed the tablet towards him. “You, specifically. I'll teach you how to decipher that message later. ”
Jiang Hao had no choice but to accept the stone tablet. He did not know why he cared about the stone tablet and the message inside. The sun was shining outside. Real hot.
“Buy umbrella for me,” says Hong Yuye.
Jiang Hao nodded and walked out.
Standing at the entrance of the inn, he felt a little sentimental. He intends to travel to his home. Now seems like the right time.
His house is not far from here. It had been seventeen years since he had visited her home. He doesn't know how his family is.
Jiang Hao did not understand what he was feeling. He wants to go and see. However, he did not understand why he was so excited. Was it because he wanted to make sure they were okay, or did he want to see them suffer like they used to?
Maybe he'll understand it as soon as he sees it. 'Will they recognize me? Would they be surprised to see me?'
There are a lot of questions he wants to answer. However, at the same time, he did not want to know about it.
He passed by a place selling oil paper umbrellas, and he bought a red-patterned umbrella.
Hong Yuye had always been dressed in red, so he assumed he might like the color.
After putting down her umbrella, she continued on her way.
A short while later, he left the main road and headed towards the row of houses. The area is not as busy and lively as it used to be.
Jiang Hao stopped at the corner of the alley. A few steps ahead, he saw a house. It was the place where he spent his childhood.
He hesitated. He stood there and stared at the house for a moment.
Jiang Hao wished he could catch a glimpse of the people living there. He wants to know how they are. He waited a long time, but nothing appeared outside the house.
'They probably won't recognize me... I was five years old when I was sold. I'm twenty-two now.'
Jiang Hao walked towards the house and reached out to knock on the door. He couldn't knock on the door.
Jiang Hao's heart was pounding. He can't face his family.
He took a deep breath to calm himself and knocked.
Jiang Hao stood still and waited. After a while, footsteps could be heard from within.
"Who is this?" ask an old woman.
The door opened slowly, and the old woman peeked out from the crack.
"Who are you?" Jiang Hao was surprised.
“You're funny,” said. “You knocked on my door and asked who I was?” The old woman chuckled.
Jiang Hao was confused. "I'm sorry. Isn't this the Jiang family's residence?” “Family Jiang?” The old woman thought for a moment. “I think it used to be.” “Then?” Jiang Hao was surprised. "I…
“Come, Son. My parents know more about it than I do.” The old woman opened the door wide and let him in.
"Thank you." Jiang Hao bowed in gratitude.
He saw a familiar page. It hardly changed at all.
“She is in the backyard.” The old woman closed the door and led Jiang Hao towards the backyard.
Jiang Hao looked around. He passed the stone table. He remembers sitting there and sneaking food.
As she approached the residence, she recalled the voice of her stepmother yelling at her. “All you know is to eat!” he will say. “Quick finish your work too!”
In the backyard, Jiang Hao saw firewood piled up in the corner. He was also familiar with the place. He used to cut firewood all day and fell asleep tired there.
Jiang Hao felt bitter with all those memories. He wanted to meet his family, but things have changed.
“This person asked the Jiang family. You talk to him.” The old woman took Jiang Hao to an old man and left.
Jiang Hao looked at an old man who was cutting firewood.
The man looked at Jiang Hao in surprise. “Finding Jiang family, you say?”
"Yes." Yeah." Jiang Hao nodded. “I hope you can give me some information about them.”
“Then years.” The man smiled. "Let's see…"
Jiang Hao took the man's axe from his hand. “Take your time thinking about it. I'll help cut firewood.”
“You're so good. Judging from your clothes, you don't look like an ordinary person around here,” said the old man. “Have you ever cut firewood before?”
Even if Jiang Hao liked to be humble, the old man was right. Her clothes are unusual..