Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 259, Section 50: He tied up his long hair and put on a Western-style dress (Part 2)

He nodded, and in a daze, he followed the rule for three years.

Feng Qingqing smiled.

Feng Shenglei continued to hold his sister's hand silently.

It's just that the occasion is different.

A mourning hall, two white sheets.

Standing around were the clan's elderly relatives, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

The memorial tablets were inscribed with the names of the parents. The elders patted the brother and sister on the shoulders and said, "Your parents died while fighting against the White Walkers. They saved many people and died a worthy death."

Sanshui stood in the crowd, looking at the two lines of text. In the end, she lowered her eyes and remained silent. She turned her gaze to the two siblings. Feng Qingqing's eyes were not corrected and she looked slightly squinted, but she still smiled carefree. Sanshui felt a lump in her throat.

……

"elder brother."

Feng Qingqing first called him "brother" when she was eight years old.

That day, after my parents' funeral, we returned home. The mourning hall was finally quiet. Two candles burned diligently, and large drops of white wax tears fell.

Perhaps it was the spirits of her parents that finally brought back Feng Qingqing's first words.

Feng Shenglei held his younger sister in his arms, and they admired the moonlight together. He still remembered his mother's words: no matter what the future held, he must protect his sister.

In Sanshui's opinion, his mother had actually been hinting at something long ago when she said those words.

Looking at the brother and sister who depended on each other for survival, her eyes softened considerably.

……

The boy gradually grew up.

The Fate-Controlling Clan takes care of orphans, and Feng Shenglei's father's comrade-in-arms becomes his mentor.

However, they will only care for orphans who are of value.

Feng Qingqing was confined to a dilapidated mansion, and due to her perpetually foolish state, she couldn't even leave the house.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." She carefully blew on Feng Shenglei's wound.

The little boy winced in pain.

Most members of the Yuming clan practiced martial arts, or at least possessed unique spells. After several training sessions, Feng Shenglei's small body was covered in bruises.

"Brother, don't cry, Qingqing is here with you." The girl wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes from the pain.

after that.

Sanshui Linxin felt that the light and shadow in the world changed very quickly.

Feng Qingqing was locked in the house for another year.

During that year, she developed high cholesterol and various other symptoms. Her health deteriorated, and with no one to care for her, she was confined to her bed, her living space shifting from a large mansion to a small bed.

One day, Feng Shenglei ran back covered in blood.

He brewed the medicine, silently held Feng Qingqing in his arms, helped her braid her hair, and helped her out of the secluded courtyard, where they were once again bathed in sunlight.

“This time, brother won’t leave.” He gazed at the blue sky and said.

Sanshui Linxin heard the frantic knocking on the door: "Feng Shenglei! Get out here! You wasted so many of my medicinal herbs during the body tempering, and you dared to misappropriate them for your crippled sister! Do you know that everyone else has already started learning to control their life essence?! You're good for nothing except looking fierce!"

“Brother…” Feng Qingqing heard the rumbling sound, her little face full of fear, and she nervously clutched Feng Shenglei’s clothes.

Later, the boy was beaten black and blue by the intruder, which finally calmed his anger.

After the master left, Sanshui quietly looked at Feng Qingqing. The little girl could barely move her facial muscles, but she nestled happily in her brother's arms. When she gazed at the night sky, her eyes were filled with the vast stardust.

"Brother, I want to go out and see the world..."

Fortunately, although my younger sister has intellectual impairment, she is only slower to react than other children and is not completely mentally challenged. She also has her own preferences and likes the currently popular Western-style dresses with fluffy lace, white floral hemlines, and elegant colors, which she finds more attractive than plain clothes.

At the age of eight, Feng Shenglei took her to kindergarten.

The exclusion was so severe that Feng Qingqing's expressionless face frightened the children, and even Sanshui clenched his fists.

Having been bullied so much, Feng Qingqing developed a psychological aversion to the outside world and stopped going out. Her health deteriorated day by day, and she could only spend her days in bed, like a sickly porcelain doll locked in a cage.

San Shui Lin Xin had already vaguely guessed the ending.

Feng Qingqing's condition worsened.

Feng Shenglei stared blankly at his sleeping sister, feeling utterly lost and helpless.

One of the curses of Kabuki Mask Syndrome is hyperthymesia, where everything, big and small, is presented to Sam-sui.

Sanshui understood that what he was seeing were all Feng Qingqing's memories. In particular, the way Feng Shenglei took meticulous care of her before her death was especially clear.

"So, have you mastered the power of [Soul Naturally Formed]? How was the experience?" The strange man with the white smiling face had appeared behind her at some point.

Sanshui looked at him and said, "I've learned a bit about it; it's not a very appealing power."

“This is a forbidden power,” said the smiling masked man. “Being able to read past memories from other people’s souls is an ability that countless people dream of. Only you can so casually dismiss this power as something unpleasant.”

"What happened to him afterward?" Sanshui looked at Feng Shenglei, who was breaking down in tears, and felt inexplicably heartbroken.

"I'll take you to see him." The smiling strange man's smile grew even wider as he walked straight toward the heartbroken Feng Shenglei.

Feng Shenglei stared blankly as he held Feng Qingqing's hand against his cheek.

The latter was oblivious and remained motionless.

San Shui Lin Xin discovered that a ball of light was slowly floating out from Feng Qingqing's forehead; it was the girl's soul.

"Qingqing... your brother didn't take good care of you."

Light and shadow alternate. A ray of sunlight rises from the window, and the last ray of light is trapped behind the curtains.

The boy quietly stayed with the girl, his gaze vacant, for two whole days and two nights.

Sanshui didn't know what kind of changes the boy had gone through at that time; all she knew was that he was like a statue, completely still.

Finally, on the third day, the door opened.

The boy buried his sister alone.

After that, he became taciturn.

Sanshui noticed that he was pulling at the corner of his eye with his fingers, tearing it open and causing bloody tears to flow out.

She covered her mouth in surprise because the curve of his eyes resembled her sister's Kabuki face syndrome. He applied blush, tidied up his sister's little shoes, doll dress, and her slowly growing hair, long enough for him to braid into pigtails.

"Feng Shenglei! Are you crazy?!" The master was so surprised when he saw him again that he couldn't close his mouth.

The boy said, "I am Feng Qingqing."

The master felt a chill run down his spine and cursed, "Your sister is dead! Stop with this superstitious nonsense!"

"No, Qingqing is still alive. She's still alive... She wants to wear the latest princess dress, she wants to go out for delicious food, she wants to make good friends. She has a long future ahead of her and can't let it be ruined here..."

"Face the facts, Feng Shenglei! Your sister wasn't going to live for more than a few years anyway; she has no future!"

The master's words felt like a dull knife cutting into the boy's heart.

"No!" the boy roared, "Qingqing is still alive! I promised Mom I would protect her! She will definitely live happily! I'll wear the princess dress she can't wear! I'll taste the delicious food she can't taste! I'll see the world she wants to see!"

The boy collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

The master squatted down slightly, looking at the glaring Western-style dress, his eyes shifting between light and shadow, his knuckles clenching and unclenching: "Hmph, stubborn as a mule!"

With that, he turned and left.

So the boy did just as he said, diligently learning needlework, donning white stockings and a princess dress, and eating candied hawthorns he had never eaten before. He was treated like a monster by those around him, scorned by countless people, and shunned by his clan. As he grew older, the differences between men and women became increasingly apparent, yet he remained oblivious.

The boy took over his sister's life, at the cost of losing himself. His mind became hazy, and he increasingly couldn't recognize who he was. The only thing he remembered was to ensure his sister lived a happy and carefree life.

Sanshui felt a pang of sadness in her heart, watching the boy's lonely figure, yet she was powerless to help.

He grabbed the candied hawthorn, took a crisp bite, and suddenly asked, "Is it good?"

The boy chewed for a while, then suddenly smiled:
"good to eat."

San Shui secretly wiped away her tears. She saw that the white ball of light had been accompanying him closely.

Like a joyful sprite.

(End of this chapter)