Chapter 81 The Eighth Floor That Cannot Be Moved Away

The boy's body was stiff and his steps were heavy.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Every flower, every blade of grass, every tree, every leaf.

All the memories of the past were reproduced at this moment.

The hawthorn tree in the courtyard that was cut down by his father.

The large and small wine jars placed under the eaves.

The small flower bed planted with tulips at the door.

The racks used to dry spiritual plants in the yard.

And the pond that ended his mother's life...

This is his home...

His and his mother's home.

During the ten years when her husband was away from home, his strong mother turned the small yard into the only safe haven for her children.

The impact of the memory reproduction hit Wang Xianxian's heart like a heavy hammer.

The boy's lips began to tremble, and he carefully stroked the decorations in the yard.

When he was ten years old, his mother drowned in the pond.

A month later, his father and stepmother took Wang Beichen back to the Wang family's ancestral home...

and lived back in this small yard.

Wang Xianxian and his mother had never been the owners of this yard. The mother and son were just tenants.

So, when the real owner returned, the young child could only watch as the returning owner destroyed his only shelter.

The stepmother didn't like hawthorn, so the tree that had lived for hundreds of years was cut down by the roots.

The stepmother didn't like tulips, so the flowerbed was replaced with stone ornaments.

The stepmother didn't like wine utensils, so the wine jars, winemaking tools and other wine-related objects in the yard were thrown away as garbage.

The father didn't like the mother, so all the furniture and objects used by the mother were destroyed.

Even the father thought that the death of the mother was too unlucky, so he filled up the pond.

The young, unloved child could only helplessly watch everything he cherished being destroyed and abolished...

He didn't keep anything...

The small courtyard was renovated, the house was rebuilt, and even the floor tiles in the courtyard were replaced.

From that day on, he had no home...

Wang Xianxian walked carefully in the yard.

At this moment, the sound of sizzling cooking sounded in the yard.

The smoke from the range hood was mixed with the aroma of delicious food.

The boy quickened his pace.

The kitchen window was only half open.

Through the window, he saw the smoke in the kitchen.

In the smoke, a slender figure was looming.

The smell of cooking could not cover the woman's gentle and elegant temperament.

The woman was wearing a light green long skirt, her long hair reached her waist, and was tied into an exquisite hairstyle with clever rope art.

The boy greedily engraved the scene in front of him through the window.

A pair of hands as gentle as jade were lifting the steamer.

The smoke in the sky came from this.

The boy saw the dishes in the steamer very clearly.

"Glutinous rice balls..."

When the smoke dissipated, a beautiful face was now holding a gentle and soft smile.

The moment the familiar face came into the boy's eyes, it was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart!

The boy outside the window was shaking wildly, and his lips couldn't stop trembling.

Tears burst out like a floodgate.

"Mom..."

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Special examination room monitoring room.

Everyone looked at the tearful boy on the screen and felt worried.

Duanmu Qian looked at the boy's sad face and couldn't help shaking his head.

"The eighth level is the road of questioning the heart."

"The questioning of the heart tests the warrior's heart of seeking the truth. He is so young and yet he seems so deep."

"With such performance, he must have experienced hardships in his childhood. I don't know what his obsession is."

"The so-called inner demon, entering the Tao with emotions, is even more difficult..."

The staff looked at Duanmu Qian and asked.

"Examiner, will the eighth level be broadcast live?"

Duanmu Qian shook his head: "The eighth level is to question the heart. Warriors who go through this level often have unbearable behavior."

"What's more, this level has no viewing value, switch it."

"Let him pass the level quietly by himself..."

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"This is fake... It's fake..."

"I'm testing... This is fake..."

"Fake... Fake..."

The boy's trembling voice was drowned out by the noisy sound of cooking.

But as if they were in sync, the kitchen woman suddenly looked up.

When she saw the boy standing outside the window, she smiled gently.

"Xianxian is back. Why are you standing here? It smells like oil smoke. Go into the house and wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

The familiar voice was like the weak water of the nine heavens, directly drowning all the boy's rationality.

At this moment, the truth and falsehood were no longer important to him...

The thoughts that he had tried to suppress for 1823 days and nights, at this moment...

burst the dam...

He tried to control his somewhat weak legs and walked towards the door step by step.

Just as he was about to step into the door.

Yun Ying appeared behind the boy.

As if he had a heart, the boy slowly turned around.

Looking at Yun Ying's complicated eyes, Wang Xianxian began to show a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'll go in and take a look... a while... it will be fine in a while... please..."

Hearing the boy's almost begging voice, Yun Ying couldn't bear it after all.

After a moment of thinking, she finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing herself to break through.

"You've been dreaming about this meal for five years..."

"The food is ready. It would be a pity not to eat it."

Yun Ying said softly, with a gentle smile on her furry face.

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you here."

After that, Yun Ying turned around and jumped onto the hawthorn tree, snoring.

Wang Xianxian adjusted her breathing, turned around, and walked into the door.

Familiar rooms, familiar decor, and...

People who think about it day and night...

Mo Elegy carried the dishes and slowly walked towards the dining table.

"Mom made glutinous rice balls and sweet and sour pork ribs for you today."

"The braised pork is still in the pot, waiting for mom to serve it to you."

"Go wash your hands first, and then help mom serve the food."

After placing the dishes on the table, Mo Elegy walked to the kitchen again.

Wang Xianxian stared at Mo Elegy blankly, but his body could not move.

When the person he thought about day and night really appeared in front of him, Wang Xianxian was afraid.

He didn't have the courage to speak or give the other person a hug.

Because he is afraid, afraid that his mother will blame him in her heart.

He is a murderer...

When Mo Elegy returned with the braised pork and Wang Xianxian was still standing there, he noticed something was wrong.

"Xianxian, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Facing her mother who was getting closer and closer, Wang Xianxian's body shook more and more violently.

However, the moment Mo Elegy's hand touched Wang Xianxian's cheek.

The young man's body stopped shaking.

Mo Erge held Wang Xianxian's cheeks with both hands, and then gently touched the young man's forehead with his forehead.

"What happened, can you tell mom?"

"It's okay." Wang Xianxian said softly, "I just miss you a little..."

Hearing this, Mo Elegy concealed a smile.

"Little Slippery, you are the only one who can please mom."