The Moon In Darkness
Ch.35 Memory of the Past

Dream.. Have you ever had a dream? of course it is. Every human being will experience a dream when he is sleeping, but do you think that dreams are only limited to sleeping flowers?

To me, the dream is like a prophecy of the future, as well as a memory of the past. When I dream, I am always shown my bleak story in the past. Like, my parents' quarrel, the first murder I ever committed, stealing, or sacrificing someone for my own benefit.

Everyone will forget their dreams when they wake up, but I will still remember what I dreamed.

Now that my body cannot move at my command, my mouth does not speak according to my direction. All I could do right now was sit and play the roses with the body of a 5-year-old boy.

"Lian! come baby!" a young woman shouted at me, then somehow I spontaneously turned my head, and returned the woman's cry.

"yes mother!" I stood up, took the rose crown I had made and approached the woman.

From there I just realized, if I am now in the memory of Lian Wu the owner of this body.

I kept running as fast as I could, my heart rate was beating fast, sweat started pouring down my face. But this body doesn't stop at all.

"astaga baby, why are you running? I told you not to spend your energy, right?" said the woman panicked when she saw me approaching her in sweat.

That woman-my mother, is a very beautiful person. He had glittering silver hair, sapphire eyes as deep as the ocean, a sweet smile that could cradle everyone, he had everything.

"mother! mom shouldn't take it out either! what if my mother's pain gets worse? don't you want to see Dad?" my scolding, but my mother just smiled and wiped my sweat using her thin, cold hands.

"mom is already healthy, did your father dare to nag mom like you? haha.." exclaimed my mother full of laughter, I glanced at her body, the body was thin, only wrapped in a simple nightgown and a thin scarf, she did not even use footwear.

"mother! why is third aunt in so many homes? why are we just the two of us at home?" I said curiously, mother then bent her body and pinched my cheek.

"it turns out you went to third aunt's place again huh? mom told you not to bother her, right? why do you keep going out here!"

"i'm bored, that's why I'm going there!" I answered with a brick, mother finally released her pinch and took my hand to enter a pavilion made of wood and surrounded by a bamboo garden and roses.

"you know Lian? why do we live here, why is there only us and not others, why do the waiters only give food once a week, why.. we are different from others?" asked the young lady with a thin smile on her lips, I just shook my head to answer the question.

"because we're special, we're different, we're not like everybody else. We are more lucky than others." said Mother with glass eyes, she then turned her face, cold hands tremble, occasionally she will sigh very long.

"after all, isn't it nice to live here? no one bothers us, it's also comfortable and quiet. Aye right?" he exclaimed with puffy eyes, I do not know what to reply, I can feel if I am sorting out the words that will come out of my mouth.

"yeah! I prefer it here! are you going to visit us like he told you?" ask me again, trying to shift the topic. My mother was silent, the thin smile on her face faded away and disappeared, replaced by a smile full of despair.

"yes. definitely." he muttered as he clasped my hand tightly entering the wooden house.

Then, my eyes closed, when I opened my eyes, I could see nothing, my eyes were filled with tears that did not stop coming out.

I kept crying, I don't know why, at that time there were some people who were seen wearing black clothes, one of the people who were there was a grandmother, aunt and third uncle, and there was a third uncle, brother Chyou is also brother Jiazhen-the son of aunt and third uncle, also the older brother of sister Qiongli.

The house that usually looks quiet was immediately crowded, ah. I understand now, they are doing a funeral ceremony. I couldn't think clearly because of the crying that kept coming out of my mouth.

Those who went and passed by did not care about me, they just came, gave their last greetings, and went to bring the body of the mother to be buried without looking at me at all.

Now there's only my grandmother and I here, she's sitting back and talking like an adult, "live, don't give up just because nobody cares about you, respond to this cruel world using your strength. Don't. end up like she left just because she didn't care for others." said the old woman, although faintly I can feel if the grandmother at that time had mixed emotions, angry, angry, sad, confused too. His hands shook and he kept his head down during the funeral.

Without listening to my answer, he left me, who was 10 years old, alone. Time passed like the wind in search of a new place, I have experienced many things since the death of my late mother, from surviving hunger, stealing food in the kitchen, and so on, eavesdropping on the lessons my sister personally did, being bullied, even humiliated.

After my mother's death, my emotions seemed lost to time, I could only smile like a doll and stare blankly if I did nothing. My life was empty, the only reason for me at that time to live was to wait for my father's return.

I kept waiting for him, that man I never even met. Why would I want to meet him? is it to ask why you lied to my mom?, I don't know.

Until one night, a cold and foggy night. Right at midnight, I who was still walking the road arrived brought by several people in black masks with lotus emblems.

I'm afraid, I can't do anything, because of the advantages I have, I can't master the chi that I should have mastered 8 years ago, I've tried to fight them, I've tried to fight them, but they easily broke both my arms and legs and dragged me into a burlap sack.

The people then kept walking, I could hear if they were talking to the border officer, I recognized him the voice of the people who were in the capital, I knew this person. After a 10-minute horse walk, they passed a road full of holes and rocks, after 20 minutes, they stopped wearing horses and continued on foot.

"ah, the western part is close to the capital.. Chengse town, back hill huh?" I murmured slowly, my breathing heavy, my eyes could no longer see, all I could do was wait for my death and hear using my ears.

"what are we supposed to do with this body?" said one of them.

"how do I know! just turn over a small tomb on this hill, no one will think. After all we just inject preservatives into his body so as not to rot, right?" the other sahut.

"hah..why did Lady Wu first recklessly do this cruel thing?"

"you don't know? there used to be rumors that the husband of the first Madam was having an affair with the second Madam of the Wu family. Even though the rumor disappeared over time, maybe the first Madam still didn't want it?"

"wasn't the first Madam's husband dead exactly a year after the second Madam?"

"yeah! because of illness, right??" timpal his friend who had arrived first on the hill.

"ah! shit, you're surprising us!" yell at the two men at the same time.

"haha.I'm sorry, but.I'm giving you an input.." The man wearing a lotus-symbol mask approached and held one of their shoulders, "if you do not want to face God, then shut your mouth tightly. Understood?" whispered slowly.

Those people just kept quiet and nodded quickly, they then hurriedly injected me using a preservative liquid while my consciousness was still remaining.

"auntie.. first?" my mind with a diminishing consciousness.

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