Chapter : 4
Song Yan
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The seasons move on by their own course; spring does not linger for long. Man cannot bind Time in his grasp; the years dissolve into the void.
Six years have passed since the twin children of Qing Feng, the patriarch of the Qing clan.
In these long six years, both children have been walking the paths they have chosen.
Qing Long, usually because of his talent, rarely comes out of the ancestral hall. For more than two years now, since he started his cultivation after the age of three.
While a year ago, little Qing Tian did not cultivate, or simply his body was unable to bear the essence that could truly put him on the path of cultivation. Because the power of even the lowest level of medicine could burst his meridians and blood vessels, this could result in the death of Qing Tian if he did so at that time.
However, due to many life-saving medicines, his body has become stable, and now he is able to cultivate. Although he may be only or may be even not be as talented as a member of a side branch of the clan, cultivation could still improve his lifespan and physique.
But the experiences that Qing Tian has faced from the moment he started to understand the words of the people are unimaginable.
When he walks in the courtyard or in the clan with his maid aunt, he always hears that his brother has stolen his bloodline and physique.
Almost every day.
However, without cultivation he was always bullied by the other children, who were older than him.
It was as if someone was deliberately spreading this.
And even his parent didn't care about this, as if it doesn't matter to them.
Due to this reason, he has given up on the cultivation that he could now attempt. Although he has some cultivation, in front of the other clan members, he was always the last.
And due to this, he also found that his parents seemed a little bit alienated from him.
Especially a few months ago, when his brother came back for their sixth birthday, they celebrated his brother's birthday and he was cast aside, as if they had forgotten him.
He knows that without cultivation he will not have any kind of status in the clan.
He has also started to feel that his parents' love for him is fading away.
Whenever he wanted to spend time with his parent, they usually said they didn't have time and go to cultivate.
Seeing this again and again, he also understood that even his parents had given up on him.
Inside the Courtyard of Qing Tian,
He was leaning on the tree, and near water pool that was in the courtyard, and a flute was in his hand, while playing the flute, when his eyes was closed.
The chirping of the birds and the ethereal sound of the flute made the entire courtyard feel like divine presence there, specially the calmness of the courtyard.
While he playing flute, the courtyard door was knocked, making him stop playing the flute and then he, walk toward the courtyard door to open it.
When he opened the door, he saw a middle aged woman standing there in a yellow robe, holding something in her hand, and it was a plate filled with the food.
The moment he opened the door and looked at her, a smile formed at his face.
Qing Tian smiled politely at her and asked,
"Aunt Yan, have you brought breakfast for me?"
"Haha... hmm. Let Xiao Tian eat, you must be hungry," the middle-aged woman smiled and replied, with a smile on her face.
"Come in."
When they both reached the middle of the courtyard, there was a shade for dining in the middle of the pool, where they could sat and eat the food..
In the middle of the pool,
Under the shade.
"Aunt, sit here!"
He sat on the stool and told her, to sit next to him.
"Aunt, whathave you made for the breakfast today?"
"Have you made it delicious?" Qing Tian looked at the plate on the table and asked her with excitement on his face.
Song Yan looked at the innocent smile of Qing Tian, couldn't help but reach out her hand and rub his head, as if she were caring for her own son.
"Xiao Tian, I have brought food for you, and if you taste it, it will be very delicious," Song Yan said with a smile, matching the smile of Qing Tian to her.
Soon, Song Yan took out the plate from her storage ring and served the food to Qing Tian and watched him eat.
Qing Tian was eating when he noticed that his aunt was not eating.
He took the food in his hand, stood up, walked toward Song Yan, held the food in his hand, and placed his little hand in front of her mouth.
"Aunt... eat!"
Hmm....!
She didn't reject the offer of Qing Tian, but opened her mouth, took a bite of the food from Qing's hand, and ate.
Soon they enjoyed eating, like a mother and son feeding each other.
After eating:
"Xiao Tian, the clan patriarch asked me to bring you to their courtyard, and I think young master Qing has returned."
"Ohh... big brother has returned again, from there?" The moment he heard that his big brother had come back again, there was excitement on his face, that he didn' have right now.
As if he had been waiting for a long time, for his brother to come again.
"Hehe... Aunt, it has been two years, since, I haven't seen my brother. Now he has returned, I can play with big brother again." He laughed to himself, while muttering to himself.
Song Yan smiled at his words, but she also knows what kind of people the parents of Qing Tian are.
"Yeah... Xiao Tian!"
"You go and ready yourself, I will take you there," Song Yan nodded and said.
"Okay Aunt, wait for ten minutes."
Soon the ten minutes passed, and Song Yan turned toward the room of Qing Tian.
Then she saw a handsome yet cute six year old child. His eyes, especially the purple-blue eyes, were like they contained the entire universe.
And his long black hair, flowing over his shoulders, with his white robe, made him look like a banished immortal coming to the mortal world.
"Xiao Tian, let's go!" She took the little hand of Qing Tian and walked out of the courtyard, and went toward the main peak, where the patriarch lived.
While on the way, Song Yan saw Qing Tian smiling happily, as if he was really happy to see his elder brother.
"Aunt, do you have anything that I can gift to elder brother?" As they were approaching the place, Qing Tian suddenly stopped in the middle and looked at Song Yan, confused.
"Ahh... why did you ask, Xiao Tian?" Song Yan was also confused. Why would a six-year-old child want to bring a gift to his brother, who may not even remember him on his birthday? But he wanted to bring a gift for his brother.
"Aunt, I wasn't able to see brother on his birthday, but now I am going to meet him. Wouldn't it be rude if I didn't bring any gift for him? After all they say, etiquette must be followed???"
He scratched his head and smiled innocently.
"Ohh... little boy, you are so thoughtful. I really hope that you were my son," Song Yan smiled and took out a little green bamboo from the storage ring.
And handed it to Qing Tian.
"Huh... aunt, you are no less than my mother. You are also my family member, like mother, father, brother... grandpa...!" Touching the bamboo, he raised his little head and met the eyes of Song Yan with his pure eyes.
Song Yan stared at Qing Tian for a moment, then there were tears in her eyes. She quickly brushed them away with her hand and then nodded.
"Yeah, you are no less than my son."
"Anyway, this bamboo flute was actually brought as a gift for you, but since I don't have enough money, we can only gift these things." Pulling toward the destination, she said.
"Uhh... yeah, we don't have too much money. I don't get money either, you are also paid so little. Aunt, don't worry, when I grow up, I will earn that amount of money, so we can live happily." Qing Tian spread his hands and gestured that he would earn that amount of money, laughing.
Listening to his words, Song Yan could only sigh at the fate of this child.
She didn't say anything, but in her heart, the love for Qing Tian had reached an unprecedented level. Especially after her husband and son died, who were the same as Qing Tian now, and then she became the personal maid of Qing Tian and took care of him.
She could say, she has never seen any innocent soul like Qing Tian, who, even in such discrimination at his age, stays calm and innocent, didn't harbor grudges or other things.
As a once mother, she has already accepted Qing Tian as her son, but she also knows her place. She is just a low-level maid in the clan.
To know, she calls Qing Tian alone Xiao Tian due to love, but in front of others, she still needs to maintain the etiquette of calling him Qing Tian, young master.
And once the members of the clan heard her calling young master Qing Tian Xiao Tian, she was severely punished. But due to Qing Tian, she was able to save herself.
"Aunt, with this flute, my brother and I will play it together. I will teach my brother. It is said that music can calm the heart, and brother carries too much burden of the clan. I will play for him and then teach him so that even if I am not with him, he could still calm his heart."
"Then not only will my brother look at me, seeing that I am not a waste, but I can also help them." Raising the green bamboo flute to the sky, he muttered, with hope in his eyes.
Soon they knocked on the courtyard door upon reaching the courtyard of Qing Feng.
Knock... knock...!
"Patriarch, the slave has brought young master Qing here."
After knocking on the door, she arched her hand and bowed, and asked for permission.
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End of the Chapter, 4!!!
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