phoenix maiden

Chapter 214 Ye Chen 1
Such a big change came out of Ye Chen's mouth, and it was as ordinary as a family story. Feng Jiushang felt that this thin young man was trying his best to pretend to be strong.

Crossing a high slope, Feng Jiushang saw Ye Chen's so-called home.

A hut is located at the bottom of the slope. The walls are made of dead tree branches, and the roof is covered with thick thatch. It is extremely simple and shabby.

Behind the thatched hut, there is a green mound lying alone, without even a tombstone.

Ye Chen walked to the green mound, knelt down with a plop, bowed a few times, and said softly: "Master, good luck for this disciple, I met a nobleman today, don't worry..."

In the end, Ye Chen's eyes were sour, his voice was choked up, and he couldn't speak any more.

"Brother Ye Chen, it's all right, go see Uncle Ye!" Feng Jiushang glanced sideways and reminded softly.

Ye Chen nodded, stood up, went around to the front of the thatched hut, stretched out his hand and opened the tattered cloth door curtain, but he became stiff in an instant as if struck by lightning.

Feng Jiushang seemed to have thought of something and stopped in her tracks.

Ye Chen walked into the house mechanically, followed by whimpers, echoing endlessly in this silent wilderness.

Gradually, Ye Chen burst into grief, crying until he beat his chest and stamped his feet, heart-piercing...

Feng Jiushang stood quietly outside the house, watching from a distance, and did not try to persuade and stop it. The father who had been with him for many years suddenly disappeared, and it is normal for a son to cry and be distraught!

Ye Chen has endured all kinds of misfortunes and tortures in life, and it's time to let him go. A man doesn't cry easily, because he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

About two hours later, Ye Chen's voice became hoarse from crying, and he gradually stopped crying. He carried Father Ye out and placed him on the grass in front of the house.

Ye Chen fetched a basin of clean water, dipped his fingers in the water, and scrubbed the stains on his father's face.

Father Ye was emaciated, almost skinny, until he exhausted the last bit of anger in his life, and went away like a lamp withered.

Feng Jiushang couldn't stand it anymore, and handed Ye Chen a brand new snow handkerchief.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, his face twitched stiffly, and he forced a smile, took the snow handkerchief, wiped his hands and face for Father Ye with water...

Feng Jiushang walked into the thatched hut, and there was nothing inside, some leaves and weeds were spread in the corner of the hut, probably considered a bed for rest.

He was so poor, how did Ye Chen survive?

Feng Jiushang walked out frowning, and found that Ye Chen had changed Father Ye into a brand new black robe and a pair of new black shoes.

The gown and shoes were just bought at that clothing store. Feng Jiushang originally wanted to replace them for Ye Chen in the future, but he didn't expect that Father Ye would let go...

Ye Chen knelt down straight, respectfully kowtowed three times to Father Ye's body, then stood up, raised his skinny hands like branches, and after one breath, a large ball of flames appeared in his palms between.

This group of flames has two colors, the black one is as mysterious and deep as a dark night, the red one is as evil and enchanting as fresh blood, the red and black are intertwined, and it is shockingly beautiful under the sun, taking people's soul...

Ye Chen flicked his fingers, and the black flame jumped out as if summoned, and flew to Father Ye's body in a whirl, trembling slightly, as if weeping and reminiscing...

For a long time, the black flame fluttered like a dance, clusters of small black flames fell down, like black flowers perched on Father Ye's body, and got in like an elf.

(End of this chapter)