Essence Chapter 1 Qingshan-Cang Clan

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He followed his mother in the carriage for a long time.
This carriage is very old and ordinary. It is simply incomparable with the luxurious carriage he has been riding in before. He was surprised that this was the first time he had sat in a carriage for such a long time. All he knew was that he had had countless meals with his dearest mother in this carriage.
Finally got off the carriage, and his mother held his little hand and remained silent. Mom is also abnormal. He glanced at his mother secretly, as if he could see through it. He saw the water-like luster in his mother's beautiful big eyes. Mom is in tears?
The crowd became more and more crowded, and my mother kept walking forward, as if the road had no end. Suddenly, he felt like his hands were empty and he felt nothing at all. My mother is very good. Every time she plays hide and seek with her, when she is found, she always disappears from the original place and appears from another place like magic. It is very magical.
He didn't realize it was strange, and he pushed aside the people in front of him and pushed forward. He wants to find his mother, and he must find her!
Very tired, he stopped and shouted: "Mom! Mom!" After a while, he was surrounded by people watching the fun, looking at him with different emotions.
There is a piece of black leather cloth covering his right eye in front of his right eye, floating strangely in front of his right eye, just covering his right eye. And most of the curious eyes stayed on this right eye.
"Whose child is it in this cold weather? Maybe he got lost with his mother." At this time, the voice couldn't help but raise a little louder, and it sounded in the crowd: "Hey! Whose child is this, come and have a look!"
"It's so pitiful, he may have been abandoned by his mother. This child is only four or five years old, who is so unethical!"
"What do you care about? Other people's business is none of your business. Let's go! Dinner hasn't been served yet! Go back!"
At this time, a middle-aged man stretched out his hand curiously to take off his blindfold. While taking it, he said: "Little baby, let me see what's wrong with your eyes?"
His blindfold was taken off by the big man, and the big man's body suddenly tightened, and the pupil of his right eye turned out to be golden! When the big man took off his blindfold, the strange "pupil" of his right eye collided with the big man's gaze. At that moment, a strange green flashed across the golden "pupil".
The big man said nothing, and blankly placed the black blindfold on his right eye. As soon as he let go, the black cloth not only did not fall off, but also moved its position and accurately returned to his right eye, completely covering his right eye.
He was a little scared, because his mother once told him not to take off this piece of cloth until it was absolutely necessary, otherwise she would punish him severely if she found out. He didn't know what to do.
The big man turned around and pushed away the crowd, stumbled forward, and fell to the ground not long after walking. People with sharp eyes saw a mouthful of blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth, and the blood spread.
"He's dead! Oh! God! What the hell is going on!"
"How is he dead? How is he dead!" Screams rang out from the crowd. A woman rushed to him from the crowd, pulled off his black cloth, and looked at his right eye crazily.
Likewise, the golden "pupil" collided with her eyes. At that moment, a strange green flashed through the golden "pupil".
"No! Sir!" the woman screamed, throwing away the black cloth (the black cloth returned to his right eye even more strangely), and rushed out of the crowd. As soon as she reached the big man's side, her body suddenly softened and she fell to the ground, blood spreading.
"She's dead anyway, what's going on!"
"Oh my God, this little disaster star, God is punishing us!"
"Kick him out!" "Yes! Kick him out!" People were so anxious that their faces turned red and they shouted loudly.
He was frightened and cried, and suddenly, the crisp cry echoed throughout the street.Incredibly, there was an eagle's cry hidden in his cry!
In an instant, the excited crowd suddenly quieted down, and the streets were eerily quiet! These people seemed to have disappeared from the world. People went back to their homes in a panic, the doors and windows were closed, and no one mentioned the matter again.
Wherever the cry reached, no matter how noisy it was, it instantly became quiet. Not for farewell, just because of the faint eagle cry. Gradually, cries floated in this small town surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the town became as terrifying as death. You can only hear the mountain wind mixed with the sound of crying blowing farther and farther...
There is an ordinary thatched house on the hillside on the right side of the town.
"Creak."
The door of the thatched house was opened, and an old man over sixty years old walked out. He stood with his hands behind his back, and he couldn't help but reveal a majestic temperament. His eyes drifted towards the small town and murmured: "It's the Cang clan..." The sky gradually darkened, and snowflakes began to fall in the sky, falling on the dead streets.
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It has been snowing for a long time, but the crying has not stopped; it has been dark for a long time, and there is no sunshine. It was cold and snowy. Her white little hands grasped the sweater tightly. The new sweater he was wearing was one his mother had just knitted for him in the carriage that morning. But he did not know that his mother was knitting this sweater very slowly, stitch by stitch, as if she was knitting the last sweater for him.
He lay on the snow-covered street, sobbing.
The snow was soft and warm. He had slept on this kind of bed before. But as soon as he got on the carriage, he had to say goodbye to that comfortable life forever.
When the first touch of fish belly white rises in the east, the same street is covered with snow. The snow fell so hard last night that even the tree trunks were broken.
However, he was no longer visible.
At this time, people in twos and threes began to gather here on the street.
A young man kicked the knee-deep snow and said, "It snowed so heavily last night, that child wouldn't have been buried. What a handsome boy, what a pity." Another old man suddenly interrupted: "Young man, be careful what you say, you should have heard the cry of the child. It seems to be someone from the Cang clan." At this point, his tone became solemn and trembling. The young man stopped talking, just rolled his eyes at the old man and said, "How come I don't know. But the Cang clan is far away in Central Continent. How come there are people from them in our small northeastern town?"
An old woman scolded: "What an impudent young man! Although our place is remote, it is still under their jurisdiction!" The old man squinted and said: "Whoever he is, let's find someone to look for him, he is so pitiful." The young man glared at the old man fiercely and said, "You are crazy, that's a member of the Cang clan! You saw everyone's attitude yesterday, no one cares about the child's life or death."
The old man didn't say anything. He walked to each house with everyone and said something to them. Then, they took the tools from home. Soon, word spread in the village: "That child is from the Cang Clan."
You must know that in front of the Cang Clan, they only have absolute obedience and service. Wasn't it retribution for the big man's offense to him yesterday?
Everyone swept the entire street. The child was gone, the bodies of the man and the woman were gone, and even the blood was gone.
A few days after the snow melted, the child really disappeared. And a major news came from the outside world: the Cang Clan was destroyed, and the Yun Clan replaced it. And the Cang Clan child may be like the Cang Clan.
Maybe, he is gone; maybe, he is dead.
The camera cuts across: at the entrance of the town, "Qingshan Town" is vividly carved on the large bluestone on the side.
The thatched cottage halfway up the mountain on the right side of the town has no human atmosphere. The sixty-year-old man moved away from Qingshan Town in the past few days.
That year, he was only four years old...
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