Side Story 3
Sidestory 3: The Crow In The Rainy Night 1
Ye Yunzhou watched the sparse rain showering the night with both hands propping up his chin.
He was surprisingly mature for a twelve-year-old boy. Even though his face still had a youthful innocence, his forehead showed signs of a seasoned maturity.
The boy was born in a very small village consisting of only several dozen families. His ancestors have all been good-natured farmers in this village.
He was lost in thoughts while gazing at the cold rain that helps him forget about the past. Upon his birth was also the death of his mother while his father succumbed to the toil of life when he was eight.
Fortunately, he had three decent farm plots on top of the occasional assistance from his neighbors. This allowed him to barely have clothes and a full stomach.
This was the age of dreams and fantasy. Despite making just enough to eat, he still had his own dreams during this rain watch.
He dreamed of the day when he could become an immortal, freed from sadness and worries, dressed with golden robes and satiated with wondrous meals, a life of freedom while soaring through the heaven and earth. This composition is securely entrenched in n0v*lbin★
He has heard the adults talk about immortals before. One hundred miles away from the village was a divine mountain with a sect called Southern Creek. Within were immortals capable of doing all the things he yearned about.
The crow had no reaction and ignored the boy completely without moving its body.
After seeing the crow’s dispirited appearance, he reached into his dried food pouch and salivated. After a moment of hesitation, he still took some food out and placed it before the crow to say: “Eat this if you are hungry. I still have some left.”
The crow still buried its head in its feathers and didn’t care for the boy. He was surprised for a bit and felt that it was quite funny. Why was he trying to talk to a crow that wouldn’t understand him in the first place?
“I forgot, how can you know what I’m saying? You’re just a crow.” He smiled wryly and scratched his head.
But the crowd suddenly lifted its head and stared coldly at him. His smile froze after seeing this peering gaze. This crow seemed to be able to understand him!
He found it inconceivable like in a dream. A crow capable of understanding humans. No one would ever believe this.
After a while, he showed the food on his palm again and said: “Do, do you want to eat?” He wasn’t certain of his hunch.
However, the crow ignored him and resumed the resting position inside its feathers.
He felt as if he saw a look of contempt in the crow as if it was high and mighty and wouldn’t stoop down to eat his dried ration.
“I, I must be dreaming.” He pinched his face and murmured.
After being scorned by the crow, he went back to his spot and sat down with both hands hugging his knees while staring at the crow.
What kind of crow was this? Could it really understand humans or was it just his illusion? In this short period, the boy let his imagination run wild.