Fundamentals of Catching Immortals

Chapter 508

The past years, like clouds and smoke, brushed past one by one in front of my eyes, but Yuan'er's shrill scream still lingered in my ears, lingering.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"Meow!!!!"

"Tong Shao!!! Wake up quickly!"

In the dream, the young man opened his eyes dimly, and a strange girl in white clothes stood beside the bed, pushing him hard, as if trying to wake him up.The young man seemed to really want to see the girl in white clearly, but no matter how he tried to see clearly, he couldn't see the girl's facial features clearly.

"Tong Shao! Something happened to your mother!"

The young girl's words were like thunder, and finally woke up the young man violently.He suddenly straightened up from the bed, but when he looked around, there was no shadow of the girl in white.
"Meow!!!" The young man looked down and saw that the white cat was standing under the bed and spinning around, as if very anxious.

The young man suddenly remembered something, immediately lifted the quilt, bent down and hugged the white cat in his arms, and rushed out the door...

In the end it was a step too late.

When he finally broke open the door of his mother's room, the stubborn woman had already hung herself on the beam, her body gradually became cold, and she didn't make a sound.

As soon as the picture changes, white lanterns are hung high in the house, the main hall faces west and the four corners of the white linen are raised by Cangzhu, and a coffin is quietly parked in the middle of the steps.

On the lower left of the coffin, a young man in sackcloth and filial piety knelt quietly, holding paper money in his hand, and putting them into the brazier bit by bit.

The white cat sat quietly at the side, as if it was with the young man, welcoming the guests who came to mourn the funeral.

Distant relatives and neighbors came to mourn the funeral, knelt down in front of the coffin and cried for a while, the young man bowed deeply to the person, and then continued to burn the seemingly endless paper money in his hand.

The funeral was simple, but solemn.The woman is a well-known virtuous woman, and the son is a young scholar. Although the Tong family is small, there is an endless stream of people who come to mourn.

"Tong Xiucai's mother is really not simple. I heard that she hanged herself so as not to drag her son into Beijing for the exam."

"Yes, yes, I know that, alas, his mother dragged him to such an age, and he went here before he could enjoy the blessing."

"How to enjoy the blessings, you also know what kind of disease his mother is suffering from. She has to hang her life with medicine. I haven't seen anyone who can get well. His mother is also... for her son."

"No, it's all for my son."

The neighbor wiped his tears and left, leaving only the back of the young man alone in the room.

Fortunately, there is a cat beside me...

From winter to spring, the young man sold all the things in the house that could be sold, entrusted the deed to a trusted relative, collected the money, and hid it in the secret pocket that his mother had sewn layer by layer in his clothes.

He carried the bookcase that his father had carried on his back, picked up the cat, looked back at the gate of the house that had been locked by himself, and took a deep breath.

"Yuan'er, let's go to Beijing."

"Yuan'er, let's come back with a champion, okay?"

"Yuan'er, I have nothing left, so don't leave me too, okay?"

"Yuan'er, you are older than me, how can cats live so long?"

"...Yuan'er, you can't be a spirit, are you?"

"Meow~"

On the long path outside the bamboo city, a scholar wearing a long gown, carrying an old bamboo bookcase, and a white cat sitting on his shoulder, walked step by step into the distance.

He recited the book in his mouth, recited sentence by sentence, occasionally paused, and the cat's tail would pat his face.He gradually smiled, as if the white cat was still there, and his home was still there.

(End of this chapter)