The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 108 - Beautiful Dream
"A beautiful dream ..." The hoarse voice was not realized by three people who were busy chatting beside the bed. One young man who still carries a big pot of strange-smelling cooking. Two other people were enjoying a warm tea. But one was busy nagging indistinctly, making the interlocutor follow nagging equally upset.
Nostalgia of the past where a whole family full of happiness came. That memory made both of Ren Yuan's eyeballs warm up. His chest was tight and painful, but the sight in front of him made him forget about the pain. And when the figure he loved so much acted the way he usually did when facing his two little sons, Ren Yuan involuntarily laughed.
The laughter around him was suddenly silent. Ren Yuan was afraid. Afraid that he would wake up from a dream and not be able to be with them anymore. Tears fell again with his body that could not move at all. So wanted the woman to get up and hug the three one by one. But all he could do was stare in an unspeakable sadness.
Seeing that Ren Yuan had come to a realization Xin Chen had first come close to the woman. Ren Yuan was avoiding him.
"Don't go first .." Ren Yuan barely made a sound, only his mouth moved. But he did not see Xin Chen's figure disappear from his sight. As if nothing had happened, the second child smiled broadly and spoke foolishly as usual.
"You want to taste my soup?"
"Hoi, hoi, this is the kid off the cage. Bring your magic potion here! Aish, howling you made people, Xin Chen*block!" Xin Zhan to the point of not caring anymore about his words.he pulled Xin Chen's chin from behind, making soup in a pot full of almost spilled.
Ren Yuan still had no voice. Xin Fai came over next to him, kissing the woman's forehead gently as she spoke, "We're home."
Ren Yuan was crying again. Between reality or dreams that feel so real. He can't tell the difference. Xin Fai helped her to sit on the bed.
"Are you guys ...?"
"Mom is not dreaming. If this was a dream maybe my brother's temper would be better than it is now. Like the residential mothers of his style." Xin Chen did not care about the annoyed face of Xin Zhan behind him. The woman directly hugged Xin Chen and Xin Zhan together. Blinds healed. Long enough she hugged, as if afraid of losing for the second time
Xin Fai hugged the three, feeling guilty. He should always be there for them. As a protector who was not just a Pillar of this Empire. But the Pillar for his own home. When his house was destroyed. Only Ren Yuan survived desperately to keep them intact. He can't say anymore how much he loves his wife.
Xin Zhan and Xin Chen let go of their hugs, letting both of their parents off longing.
"Who dared to challenge me to a duel?" xin Chen's. Her dealings with Xin Zhan were still not finished.
"You're still a grudge against me, aren't you, Chen?"
"Indeed."
The two went to the backyard, a place where Xin Zhan had always practiced in his spare time. And that place had also been their dueling arena before. Xin Fai clicked inexhaustibly at the sight of her two children.
"People are still in a blue mood they are busy checking. My children," he murmured, pointing out the window.
There were actually so many questions that Ren Yuan wanted to address, but his throat was still sore. And not a good time to discuss what happened in the Valley of the Gods. Ren Yuan did not want to destroy the happiness on the faces of her husband and children. They had just returned Ren Yuan was already so happy. And even now he still can't believe what he's been through.
"Your body is thin, my husband. If you sit on a tree people will surely water you a tree branch."
Ren Yuan's thump made Xin Fai laugh. He pinched the woman's cheek, not offended at all.
"I'll cook you some soup. Go see the kids" he said, trying to get up. But Xin Fai held him back. "Let me, you see the kids. Fear one of getting into the ditch."
Xin Fai swept Ren Yuan into the backyard, indeed his two children were actually fighting there. But differently, there was no anger or hatred in their eyes, both of them were fighting just for fun. Think of it like a celebration of their victory after a grueling war.
"Have you two eaten?"
"Sister Zhan is having a big meal soon, Mother. Wait a minute I defeat him," Xin Chen's sabot with eyes turned away from Xin Zhan, his opponent frowned. Quietly put on a half-dead cob face. Perhaps, some days do not eat directly served soup that is either taken from the crust of hell until it feels very sadistic.
Whatever happens, Xin Zhan must win. That's what he's thinking now.
"What's wrong. This time let me cook. You guys eat, huh?"
The fight of the two sons of the Xin clan stopped instantly.
Last time they tasted the food his father made. Dry foreign fish that is burned until it becomes charcoal. It was a nightmare that would probably happen in a while.
"Ahahaha, I'm full. Xin Chen must be starving, Father. I have admitted to losing. There was some business outside," Xin Zhan argued saved himself. Both Xin Chen and Xin Fai used to know how to cook. But because half of their lives are spent in the forest making the dishes they make are nothing more than a flat-style food with a 'entah' taste'.
In the end it was Xin Zhan himself who intervened into the kitchen, cooking normal soup so that they could eat properly. Xin Chen recounted everything he went through during the war, accompanied by his father. Ren Yuan listened enthusiastically, as if the war was actually happening before his eyes.
What his two children go through may never be found in any hemisphere. No food, no rest, no help. They went through hell and survived. Not feeling the tears of Ren Yuan falling, he immediately hugged his son Xin Chen who was still explaining at length. As Ren Yuan looked at the two eyes that had turned blue like the flames burning Renwu City, he felt guilty about many things.
"Nobody's sick, right?"
"It took me a while to recover my strength. But I'm fine," Xin Chen explained. "But ..."
"But what?"
"There are some wounded people, after this war," he said. "Those who lost the people who died on the battlefield. Uncle Lan An, Bai Huang, Nan Yin, tens of thousands of members of the Four Surveillance Units, Imperial warriors ... And the former Holy Sword Alliance. There's a lot more. I don't know why, their deaths make me feel guilty."
Ren Yuan took a close look at Xin Chen's face, stroking his shoulder from the side while saying softly. "Those who died on the battlefield sacrificed their lives, for the safety of their families at home. No matter whether you come back or not. Those who survive the war live to remember their names."