Xuanxia

Chapter 1009: Fellow Countryman, Brother

"I don't want it to end."

Hearing what Zhao Yuan said, Fu Qingzhou felt a little depressed.

Previously in Qiluo Palace, Zhao Yuan had revealed a slightly depressed side, but he didn't expect that now, he would be so depressed...

Clearly, he was still playing the role of Ling Jiao before, and clearly he was still working hard for the Yan Kingdom, but who knew that he had no longer any concerns or thoughts about the outside world, and only wanted to remain in memory forever.

"…It's okay, let's not talk about this for now."

Fu Qingzhou smiled. He knew that in the current situation, it was not appropriate to force Zhao Yuan to talk about these things.

When they were talking about time travel before, Zhao Yuan was clearly in a good state, but when they talked about this, his aura suddenly became gloomy.

"I haven't told you about my time before I traveled through time, right?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I finally met a fellow villager, want to chat?"

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up: "Okay."

The time in the surrounding memory scenes stopped and did not move forward, everything was still.

Fu Qingzhou and Zhao Yuan slowly walked into the imperial garden. During this process, Zhao Yuan silently changed from a child to his current adult appearance. Fu Qingzhou didn't even realize when this happened.

"Actually, my experience is a bit similar to yours."

He said leisurely: "Of course, I'm not talking about my body... I was quite healthy in my previous life, but like you, I hardly ever saw my parents. I was raised by my grandparents."

"Although I lived in a big house and went to a good school, my grandparents didn't like me very much. When I was very young, my parents quarreled and fought every day until they were bleeding. They left home one after another and never came back. Maybe because of this, my grandparents didn't like me. Whenever I went home, all I got was indifference, ridicule, and complaints."

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "So I didn't learn well at all. When I first entered junior high school, I learned to smoke, drink, fight and rob money. Not only was I a school bully, I also mixed with people from society."

As he said this, he pointed to his head and said, "At that time, I stole other people's pocket money and dyed my hair yellow."

Zhao Yuan laughed: "Have you ever had this kind of experience?"

"I didn't expect that."

Fu Qingzhou shrugged: "Until, I met an old detective in his fifties. He was fat, but he still ran very fast..."

He had told this story to Tang Jiao many years ago.

Now, so many years later, he told this story again in front of others.

But he didn't notice that Zhao Yuan's eyes gradually became strange.

"He took me back to the police station. He wanted to call my parents, but he soon found that he couldn't find them... When he called my grandfather, the way he looked at me changed."

"He put down the phone, turned around and looked at me, and said... that my grandfather was very happy when he heard that I was arrested, and asked him to send me to prison immediately, saying that was where I should go."

"I told that fat guy... it's good to go in. I'll have food and drink. I'll also be a person who has been to the police station. It's very prestigious."

"Then he slapped me in the face and said, 'You know nothing, come have dinner with me.'"

That was the first time an elder hit me. My grandparents didn’t even bother to hit me.”

"I had dinner with him. It took a long time. He told me a lot. He said he had a son when he was almost 40 years old, but his son was in poor health and died a few years ago. If he had lived to that age, he would have been about the same age as me..."

At this point, Zhao Yuan suddenly said, "That's enough. Stop talking."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuan: "What's wrong?"

"...The old detective you are talking about, does he also happen to have the surname Zhao?" Zhao Yuan asked expressionlessly.

Fu Qingzhou looked at him and suddenly felt his scalp tingling!
"No, no, right?"

He trembled and said, "But you..."

"My father is a criminal policeman, and he and my mother didn't give birth to me until they were 40 years old... Maybe because of this, my mother was not in good health when she was pregnant with me, so I was born like this..."

Zhao Yuan whispered, "My dad was transferred to another city a long time ago, and my mom followed him. They said they had to make money to pay for my medical treatment and couldn't give up such a good opportunity. They could make a lot of money in a big city, but it was also because of this that I never saw them."

"I called my parents more than once during those years, but they were always busy, always busy."

"When I was very young, I idolized my dad very much. I thought he was like a superhero. He was the most powerful big brother in front of all his teammates, and he received many awards. But... he didn't answer my calls for many years. Every time I contacted him, he was either on a mission or in the hospital due to injuries during a mission. So, I... didn't idolize him that much anymore."

Zhao Yuan looked at Fu Qingzhou and asked awkwardly, "Did you meet your godmother at that time?"

"No."

Fu Qingzhou's tone was also very bitter: "Godfather said that after his son died, he and his wife could no longer live together. When he met me, they were already divorced."

The two looked at each other, both feeling that the development of things was a little too bizarre.

But time travel is the most mysterious thing, so what is impossible?

"Your...godfather, what's his name?" Zhao Yuan finally asked this question. Fu Qingzhou felt a lump in his throat, and after a while, he finally read out a name.

Then, he saw that Zhao Yuan was extremely stiff, and his neck was so stiff that he could no longer move - they were all soul bodies here, but it was no different from the outside world. All real reactions that might occur in the body would also be manifested in the soul.

So Fu Qingzhou also understood.

He smiled bitterly: "How could there be such a coincidence?"

"...Brother Fu."

Zhao Yuan whispered, "Go on, tell me the rest of the story."

Fu Qingzhou suddenly felt reluctant to continue.

"what happened?"

Zhao Yuan realized something: "He..."

"...You should know that I need to adjust my mood." Fu Qingzhou said slowly: "It's okay, I will continue."

The more he said this, the more Zhao Yuan understood everything.

The two sat down in a small pavilion in the Imperial Garden. Fu Qingzhou looked at the fish in the lake that were frozen in the water and no longer moving because time had stopped, and began his story again.

"When I was older, he said that since I was in such good health and had such keen observation skills, I could apply to the police academy...but I refused."

"At that time, I felt that being like him was not that good. It was exhausting and hard. I had to work overtime every night and run around for other people's trivial matters every day, and it was not good for me."

"So, I never agreed to him... Godfather didn't say anything, but he was a little disappointed."

"He retired the year before I took the college entrance exam and rode his electric bike to take me to school every day."

"But that day...something happened."

"A child in primary school uniform was running, and several older children were chasing him. One of them had a knife in his hand... The godfather jumped off the battery car and rushed towards them, but he was already very old at that time."

"Later... Later in the ambulance, I asked him why? He had already retired..."

Having said that, Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Qingzhou's arm tightly.

"do not talk."

His voice became extremely hoarse: "Don't say anymore."

"Yeah." Fu Qingzhou nodded: "I won't say anymore."

The two were relatively speechless.

But after a long silence, Zhao Yuan still asked: "What did he say at the end?"

"He said……"

Fu Qingzhou closed his eyes: "Godfather is old and can't save people anymore. I'll leave it to you from now on."

Zhao Yuan suddenly laughed.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed. The fog enveloped everything and then dissipated in an instant. The scene of the Yanguo Palace disappeared, replaced by a dark night.

Fu Qingzhou and Zhao Yuan stood together in the middle of the night, surrounded by an old building with stairs. A van was parked not far from the building. There was another young Zhao Yuan from his previous life, who looked to be no more than six or seven years old. He was sitting in a wheelchair, crying loudly.

"Dad, don't go, please don't go!"

He cried loudly at the side door of the van: "You and Mom are gone, what should I do!"

The van shook and a man came out of the door.

He squatted down in front of the wheelchair, stretched out his hand to rub Zhao Yuan's head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Dad will make a lot of money and cure your illness. In the future, you can also follow Dad to the big city and travel all over the country!"

"Ugh……"

Zhao Yuan, who was beside Fu Qingzhou, sighed deeply.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the man who looked much younger than he remembered, feeling mixed emotions of sadness and joy.

The two of them watched the door of the van close and drive away. The child in the wheelchair stopped crying, lowered his head, and never raised it again.

"Brother Fu."

Zhao Yuan looked at his young, crying self and suddenly asked, "My desire to indulge in memories... is that selfish and cowardly?"

"I don't think so." Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Although I also want you to wake up, but...if it is your own choice, I don't want to force you. If you really decide to end everything in this way, then we will find another way to solve the problem."

“…Alright.”

Zhao Yuan sighed, "Don't talk here, let's go out and talk."

(End of this chapter)