White tea legend

Chapter 164 Mother Mother
Shijun only felt a strong gust of wind blowing from him, as if an invisible force lifted him up from the cell.

He closed his eyes, hearing the whistling wind in his ears, but his body felt strangely light.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw shocked him.

He was suspended in mid-air, overlooking the cell below.

In a dark and damp corner, another self was kneeling on the ground, his face pale and his eyes dull, like a lifeless sculpture.

For a moment, Shijun felt inexplicable fear and confusion in his heart. What was wrong with him?
Could this be the legendary out-of-body experience?
Next to him, a woman in green clothes floated side by side with him.

Her long hair danced in the wind, and her dress fluttered lightly, seeming to be lighter than the air.

She turned her head and looked directly at him with a pair of eyes as clear as lake water, with a hint of surprise and a soothing tenderness in her eyes.

"Shijun." The woman in green called him, her voice melodious, like a clear spring in the mountains, washing away the dust in Shijun's heart.

"I...where am I?" Shijun's voice trembled. He tried to stabilize his emotions, but what he saw in front of him was too much beyond imagination.

"On the edge of life and death, your soul bids farewell to your body." The woman in green said slowly, as if she was narrating an ordinary thing.

Shijun looked around and saw that the high walls of the prison looked particularly tight under the gray sky. In the distance, the hoarse cries of several crows cut through the silence, adding a bit of a gloomy atmosphere. He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"Why am I here?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Because fate requires you to make a choice." As soon as the woman finished speaking, a stronger wind blew, pushing the two of them towards the cell.

As he approached, Shijun saw that he was still motionless in the cell, and the expression on his face seemed to reveal endless pain and despair. He suddenly felt a strong sympathy and pity, which was a deep sympathy for his other self.

"What can I do?" Shijun asked anxiously.

The woman smiled slightly: "Remember everything you have experienced, whether good or evil, is a part of you. Only by accepting and understanding them can you find the way back to the physical body."

After saying this, the woman's figure began to become blurry, as if it was about to disappear in the wind.

Shijun's heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab something, but only caught a handful of air. He hurriedly looked down at himself in the cell. Shijun, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to sense his gaze and slowly raised his head.

When their eyes met, Shijun felt an unprecedented spiritual shock.

He understood that no matter what kind of dilemma he was in, the real power came from inner awakening and self-salvation.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to the woman in green: "Guanyin Bodhisattva, please take me to see my biological mother! I have some questions that I don't understand, and I can't rest in peace even if I die."

"I am not Guanyin Bodhisattva, you can just call me Xiaoqing."

"Qing Niangzi."

"Shijun, I will take you to meet your biological mother now."

"Thank you, Qing Niang."

As Shijun spoke, he felt a strong wind suddenly rise, and the sky and the earth were spinning. It seemed that there was an invisible force pulling them, and the souls of Xiaoqing and Shijun gently floated out of the dark cage and rose into the air.

The two looked around and saw that the sky was like ink and covered with dark clouds. The high walls of the prison became small and blurry in their eyes.

Shijun was shocked and confused. He had never experienced anything like this before. His body was as light as the wind, completely unfettered by the chains of the world.

Shijun's heart was surging, and his gaze penetrated the clouds and landed on himself, who was kneeling and sitting motionless below. For a moment, an inexplicable emotion emerged in my heart. Was it worry? Is it regret? Or is it confusion about one’s own existence? He couldn't help but ask himself, what does this body mean? It's just a shackle to imprison the soul.

Shijun remained silent, immersed in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, a stronger wind blew, carrying them far away. Passing through layers of fog, it seems as if one has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and the fragility and tenacity of life are particularly clear at this moment.

"Where...is this?" Shijun asked Xiaoqing tremblingly. Below is a house.

The sunlight shines dappledly on the mud walls, reflecting the simplicity and tranquility of suburban houses.

This small courtyard, surrounded by wooden fences, looks warm and full of life. Under the eaves, a few strings of chili peppers and garlic braids hang, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a light spicy smell.

In the kitchen, the fire was blazing, and smoke was steaming from the pot.

A woman in cloth is busy, her hair is loosely tied, and a few strands of black hair stick to her forehead, showing a trace of hard work.

She held a wooden spoon in her hand and turned the dishes in the pot from time to time. It was a delicate green vegetable stew with a mouth-watering aroma.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" A child's voice came from outside.

The woman turned back, smiled, and responded gently: "I'll be fine soon. Wash your hands first."

The child responded happily and ran to the water basin in the yard, making a splash of water.

The woman's name is Shen, and she is the housewife of this farm family.

Although he was never literate, he managed this small world in an orderly manner with his skillful hands and love for his family.

Every day, she is like a fire in the kitchen, not only warming the stomachs of her family, but also lighting up this simple but loving home.

The next door neighbor, the mother-in-law of the Zhang family, often praised Shen for her good craftsmanship, whether it was cooking or making clothes, she could make people satisfied.

Mr. Shen always smiled modestly and said that it was all daily trivial matters and not worth showing off.

But whenever someone tastes her handmade delicacies, they are always full of praise, and the family's courtyard has become a good place spread among neighbors.

The afternoon sun slanted into the kitchen, and the golden light reflected on Shen's body. Her shadow was projected on the ground, elongated and slightly curved.

She walked out of the kitchen carrying the steaming dishes and placed them on the wooden dining table. Her husband and children were already sitting around waiting.

The laughter and conversation of the family filled the whole yard. Although it did not have the luxury of a wealthy family, it was simple and happy.

"Miss Qing, why did you bring me here?" Shijun asked Xiaoqing in confusion in the air.

"Don't you want to see your biological mother?"

"She is my mother?"

Shijun looked down at the woman in the residence, his heart leaping into his throat.

Xiaoqing nodded.

"Are you sure you want to see her?"

"I want to see you."

This is what Shijun has dreamed of.

Over the years, when he, his stepmother, and his younger brother were beaten and kicked by his father, he kept thinking of his biological mother, hating her for abandoning him and leaving him with the devil to suffer bullying.

Now that he has a chance to see her, he must ask her clearly.

Shijun hated his father, and he also hated his mother. He even hated his mother more than his father.

Seeing that Shijun had made up his mind, Xiaoqing pulled him to the residence.

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