Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Time flies, and I don't know how much time has passed. However, on a day that couldn't be more ordinary, Xie Yuchen suddenly received a shocking news - Wu Erbai passed away.

When he learned the sad news, Xie Yuchen's heart sank suddenly. He knew very well that with the end of Wu Erbai's life, Wu Xie finally welcomed the so-called "freedom", but at the same time, it might also mean that Wu Xie had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, as if he was in hell.

At this moment, Wu Xie was in the old house of the Wu family, concentrating on studying the exquisite antique vase in his hand with his good friend Wang Pangzi. Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came, and then someone rushed into the room and brought the news of Wu Erbai's death.

Fatty Wang raised his head in surprise, looking at Wu Xie who was holding a vase in front of him with a dazed look on his face, and couldn't help but whispered, "Wu Xie?"

However, to everyone's surprise, Wu Xie simply responded calmly: "Really? Then when can I go and take his ashes home?"

The visitor was obviously a little confused by Wu Xie's calm and cold reaction, but he quickly replied: "You can go anytime."

Hearing this, Wu Xie nodded slightly and said slowly: "Okay, let's set it for tomorrow! I will go and pick him up in person tomorrow." After that, he lowered his head again and continued to fiddle with the vase in his hand with full concentration, as if everything happening in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

When the visitor turned around and prepared to leave the Wu family's old house, out of curiosity or other reasons, he couldn't help but look back at the young master of the Wu family who was known by everyone as the most kindhearted. He saw Wu Xie still sitting there quietly, looking so lonely and desolate...

"Wu Xie, if you are feeling very upset at the moment, I can leave here first and give you some time and space alone to sort out your emotions. After you calm down, we can get together to discuss countermeasures." Fatty Wang said as he glanced at Wu Xie cautiously, trying to catch a trace of real emotional fluctuations on the other's face.

However, Wu Xie only raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing his signature smile, and responded lightly: "What can happen to me? Fatty, birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings, and no one can escape this fate. After all, everyone will die, it's just a matter of sooner or later. Do you think I should commit suicide because of someone's departure? We still have a long life ahead of us, and we have to continue living no matter what, right?"

Although Wu Xie said it calmly, Wang Pangzi couldn't help but shiver in his heart when he saw his friend who was so different from the past and seemed so abnormal. He knew that Wu Xie was not like this on weekdays. How much sorrow and sadness was hidden behind his pretending to be strong? But at the moment, Wang Pangzi couldn't say anything more, so he could only nod silently to show his understanding and support.

This day was extremely long for Fatty Wang, and his heart was always moved by Wu Xie's emotions. From the moment that person came to inform him of Wu Erbai's death, until the night fell and the stars twinkled, his eyes almost never left Wu Xie for a moment.

However, no matter how carefully Wang Pangzi observed, Wu Xie always acted as if nothing had happened and he didn't care. Even when facing those people's disbelief at the news of Wu Erbai's death and their scrutiny of Wu Xie, Wu Xie remained indifferent, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Finally, night fell, and after Wang Pangzi finished washing up, he lay down on the bed exhausted. Although he was full of worries and uneasiness, seeing Wu Xie's indifferent attitude, he could only silently bury these worries deep in his heart. With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Wang Pangzi slowly closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep in the silent darkness.

On the other hand, is Wu Xie really as indifferent to the news of Wu Erbai's death as he seems to be? The answer is obviously no.

When the night was still and the whole world was immersed in silence, Wu Xie quietly stood up alone, holding tightly in his hand the lamp that Wu Erbai had given him. The weak light flickered in the darkness, reflecting Wu Xie's slightly pale face.

He walked slowly with heavy steps on the familiar yet unfamiliar path of the Wu family's old house. Every step he took seemed to carry endless sorrow and longing. In this way, Wu Xie walked aimlessly and unknowingly came to the door of Wu Erbai's study.

Wu Xie stood there quietly, staring at the closed door in front of him, and every bit of his past with Wu Erbai came flooding back to his mind. After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out his hand and slowly pushed open the study door.

The study room was filled with a quiet and simple atmosphere, and all the objects seemed to be frozen in time. The large desk was still very tidy, with the pens, inkstones, and paper placed in their proper places, as if waiting for the owner to write again. The bookshelves were filled with a wide variety of books, which were closely arranged, and the faint scent of ink they exuded was like the crystallization of wisdom accumulated over the years.

Wu Xie walked slowly into the study, scanning every corner of the room with a sharp gaze. His sight finally fell on the desk by the window, where an unfinished calligraphy copybook was placed. The strokes were vigorous but stopped abruptly, as if telling an unfinished story.

The window frame was open, and the cold wind blew in unscrupulously, making the branches and leaves of the big banyan tree opposite the window rustle. The withered yellow leaves danced in the wind, and then fell weakly to the ground.

For a moment, Wu Xie was a little dazed. The scene before him made him feel that time had not passed and nothing here had changed at all. He seemed to see Wu Erbai still sitting at his desk, concentrating on studying, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing furiously, and he had never left this familiar place.

But when he blinked and looked again, he felt an indescribable sense of loss and sadness in his heart - the figure who always smiled and taught him patiently had disappeared and would never reappear.

At this moment, there was actually someone sitting in front of the desk. It was Wu Erbai! He sat there quietly, his posture upright but somewhat lonely. The wolf-hair brush in his hand was not put down for a long time, as if it was cast under a spell and could not move. The unfinished calligraphy was left on the table, becoming an eternal regret.

Wu Xie took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, trying to make his breathing steady and gentle. He moved his feet carefully, each step as soft as if he were stepping on cotton, afraid to make the slightest sound. Gradually, he quickened his pace, and finally he even jogged.

"Uncle, you're back!" Wu Xie called out softly, and ran towards the familiar figure with joy. As he got closer and closer to the person, the joy in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Finally, Wu Xie stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the man's shoulder. At this moment, the man suddenly turned around, and at that moment, Wu Xie saw a smiling face - it was a very familiar and kind smile. So, Wu Xie couldn't help but laugh along, muttering: "Second Uncle, I knew it..."

However, something unexpected happened. The next moment, Wu Erbai's figure began to dissipate like smoke.

Wu Xie's eyes widened in horror, watching his fingertips pierce through Wu Erbai's illusory body. At the same time, Wu Erbai's familiar voice still echoed in his ears: "Wu Xie, from now on I can no longer accompany you, you have to live well."

Hearing this, Wu Xie felt his heart skip a beat and his entire brain went blank in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had fallen to the ground without knowing when. An uncontrollable pain suddenly broke out from his heart and quickly spread throughout his body. The pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing into his bone marrow at the same time, and like a raging fire burning in his body.

At this moment, all the blood in Wu Xie's body seemed to boil, surging towards his heart.

There was silence all around, as if the whole world had fallen asleep. There was no sound except for his heavy and rapid breathing and the thunderous heartbeat that intertwined and rose and fell.

In this suffocating silence, Wu Xie curled up like a frightened little animal. His hands were like iron pliers, tightly covering his chest, as if trying to stop his heart from jumping out of his throat; his teeth bit his lips so hard that they turned white and even bled, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and prevent the cry from escaping from his throat.

However, those crystal clear tears rolled down his pale cheeks silently and completely out of control like a flood.

Every teardrop seemed to carry endless sorrow and pain. They fell silently, dripped onto the ground, and instantly turned into tear marks, as if these tears could slightly alleviate the severe pain hidden deep in his heart, like his heart and lungs being torn apart.

The pain that had been suppressed for a whole day was finally released at this moment. Wu Xie suddenly realized that the most unforgettable and deep pain in the world did not come from physical injuries, but the kind of spiritual pain that had nowhere to confide and nowhere to hide.

Once, he naively thought that after knowing the crimes committed by the Wu family, he would be able to remain calm and indifferent. But when he saw those familiar people or things again, the pain that came like a tidal wave would swallow him up in an instant.

At this moment, Wu Xie could no longer suppress his grief, and he burst into tears. His cry was like the wail of a night owl, resounding through the sky, and like the roar of a wounded beast, shrill and desperate. He vented the pain, anger and helplessness that had been pent up in his heart for a long time...