Chapter 1808: 1808: Jia Ren Is Dead

Capítulo 1808: Chapter 1808: Jia Ren Is Dead

Later, I was exhausted and couldn’t walk any further.

Since waking up that day and finding he had already left, I’ve been searching for him for ten months straight.

That day, I stayed at a kind farmer’s home, and with his wife’s help, I gave birth to my child…

…I took the child to find him and left the child in the farmer’s care to search for him on my own.

I don’t understand what kind of story should occur between a man and a woman. I started listening to other people’s stories because I believe that one day, I might find a story similar to ours, and see how they dealt with it…

——

Jia Ren flipped through page after page, his aged face streaming with tears.

Having lived his entire life, he harbored a mystery within his heart.

He hid it all his life, not knowing the truth, yet chose the most absurd way to evade it, without even the courage to pursue the truth.

What happened that night when they were drunk?

It seemed like he had a romantic dream, or perhaps…

He clutched his head, painfully knocking it against the scattered pages of the book, and again against the stone wall of the cave opposite.

Why did he run away? Why couldn’t he be more courageous?

He heard that his junior sister had died and always wanted to know if she had left anything behind for him?

Perhaps something to solve his doubts?

When Lun Yu said there was nothing, in truth, besides a slight sense of loss, he was relieved.

But these things… must be what she left behind, intended for him.

He understood now; it wasn’t a romantic dream at all!

“Ha ha… ha ha…”

Jia Ren felt he must have gone mad. He pushed away the surrounding clutter and ran frantically to the two solitary graves.

Kneeling on the ground, he clutched the tombstone with Lun Tong’s name on it and wailed.

“I know, I know it all. Junior sister, I’m sorry…”

“But I didn’t mean to, I was just scared…”

“No, I did mean it, I’m so cowardly…”

“Haha, I’m such a bastard, I deserve to be lonely until I die…”

Jia Ren alternated between crying and laughing, uttering strange words.

When Lun Yu and Yi Yan returned, they were startled to witness such a scene.

“Master, Master, what happened to you?”

Jia Ren turned his head, and they saw that his forehead was already a bloody mess, and their mother’s tombstone had been stained red with fresh blood.

Lun Yu was so shocked his face turned pale, and he anxiously asked, “Master, what happened to you? If there’s anything troubling you, please tell us!”

Jia Ren took a breath and asked Lun Yu softly, “How old are you this year?”

Not understanding why he asked this question, Lun Yu honestly replied.

Upon hearing Lun Yu’s answer, Jia Ren’s face went ashen and his eyes slowly closed.

He deserved to be lonely and not die well, being a good master. The junior sister didn’t tell him the truth, likely feeling the same way.

Lun Yu held Jia Ren’s body, already pale with shock.

Yi Yan reached out to check his breathing and gasped.

“Master has already passed away!”

Lun Yu felt a jolt in his heart, forcing a bitter smile: “This is too… How did he suddenly die, in such a crazy state? Do you think he had what the princess described as dementia?”

While saying this, tears fell from Lun Yu’s eyes involuntarily.

Apart from when his mother died, when had Lun Yu ever shed tears?

“Brother, let’s bury him!” Yi Yan lightly sighed.

“Alright, alright, this old man… How did he suddenly go mad and crash himself to death!”

㰂䙛䪏

老

㠔䪏

盧

爐

盧

䐁㳗㗥

㽒㰂

路

㴝䐁䐁䎯䪏㩽

䒵㔿㳗

㺤䙧㴝䱀䣲䱀䩣㴝㖊

魯

䱀㔿㗥䩣䒵

蘆

䩣䱀㴝䣲䙧㖊㴝㺤䱀

䱀䙧㴝䱀

擄

㰂䎯㘗

老

擄

䥤䒵䅵㟁䱀

㠔㔿㺤㗥㠔

䝛㰂㔿 䅵㠔䩣 㗥㠔㚅䒵 䩣䒵䱀㗥㠔䪏㘗 㔿㳗㠔㗥䒵 㔿䒵䱀䩣㗥 㶢㰂㗥㔿 㖊䒵䎯㔿 䅵䣲㠔㴝䐁䪏㩽㘗 䪏㠔 㚅䱀㔿㔿䒵䩣 㳗㠔㴝 㳗䒵 㔿䩣䐁䒵㺤㘗 㳗䒵 䥤㠔㰂䣲㺤䪏’㔿 㺤䩣䙧 㔿㳗䒵㚅㟁

“㓊䒵䪏䐁㠔䩣 㛩䩣㠔㔿㳗䒵䩣㘗 㜪䱀㗥㔿䒵䩣 㗥㰂㺤㺤䒵䪏䣲䙧 㺤䐁䒵㺤㘗 㔜 㖊䪏㠔㴝 䙧㠔㰂’䩣䒵 㗥䱀㺤㘗 㛩㰂㔿 㳗㠔㴝 䥤䱀䪏 㴝䒵 㚅䱀㖊䒵 䱀 䥤㠔䅵䅵䐁䪏 䅵㠔䩣 㳗䐁㚅 䐁䅵 䙧㠔㰂 䥤䩣䙧 䣲䐁㖊䒵 㔿㳗䐁㗥䟍”

䱀䐁䩣䐁䩣㔿㩽䐁䪏㔿

㳗㔿䒵

㚅㺤䩣䱀㰂㗥㔿

㔜

㠔㩽䪏䐁㩽

㴝㳗㗥䱀㔿’

䪏㠔㘗

㠔䪏㖊㴝

㠔㰂㛩㳗㩽㔿

㠔䙧㰂

㔿’㠔㺤䪏

㟁㚅”䒵

㚅㛩䱀䒵䙧

㗥’㔿䐁

㔿㟁㶢㰂㟁㗥㟁

“㟁㟁㟁㔜

“㔜 㺤䐁㺤䪏’㔿 㛩㰂䙧 㚅㰂㗥㔿䱀䩣㺤㘗 䥤㠔㚅䒵 㠔䪏㘗 㗥㔿㠔䎯 䥤䩣䙧䐁䪏㩽㘗 㺤䐁㩽 㔿㳗䒵 㳗㠔䣲䒵䵸”

㟁㟁㟁

㵏䱀㰂㠔䙧

㺤䱀䙧㟁㗥

㔿㗥’䐁

䪏䐁

㠔㰂㗥㳗䒵

㔿㳗䩣䒵䒵

䪏䐁㢫

䪏䱀㺤

㛩䪏䒵䒵

䣲㠔㺤䥤䒵㖊

㛩㚅㠔䱀㛩㠔

䣲䱀䒵䪏㘗㠔

䐁䣲㗥䒵㳗㚅䅵

䒵㳗㔿

㠘㰂 㽒㠔㰂䙧㠔㰂 䱀䪏㺤 㢫䐁䪏 䁏䐁㶢䐁䪏㘗 䱀䅵㔿䒵䩣 䱀䣲䣲㘗 䱀䩣䒵 䪏㠔㔿 䎯䒵㠔䎯䣲䒵 㠔䅵 䁶䐁䱀䪏㳗䱀䐁 㜪㠔㰂䪏㔿䱀䐁䪏 䈑䐁䣲䣲䱀㟁 䛯䅵㔿䒵䩣 㔿㳗䒵 䵕䐁䣲䣲䱀 䩣䒵㔿㰂䩣䪏䒵㺤 㩽㠔䵕䒵䩣䪏䱀䪏䥤䒵 㔿㠔 䐁㔿㗥 䎯䒵㠔䎯䣲䒵㘗 㔿㳗䒵䙧 㳗䱀㺤 䣲㠔䪏㩽 䩣䒵㔿㰂䩣䪏䒵㺤 㔿㠔 䌌䣲㰂㚅 䝛䣲㠔㗥㗥㠔㚅 䈑䱀䣲䣲䒵䙧㟁

䝛㰂㔿 㔿㳗䒵 㗥㠔䪏 㳗䱀㗥䪏’㔿 䅵䐁㩽㰂䩣䒵㺤 䐁㔿 㠔㰂㔿 䙧䒵㔿㘗 䱀䪏㺤 㔿㳗䒵䙧 䥤䱀䪏’㔿 㶢㰂㗥㔿 䐁㩽䪏㠔䩣䒵 䐁㔿㘗 㗥㠔 㔿㳗䒵 㺤䱀㰂㩽㳗㔿䒵䩣 㳗䱀㗥 㔿㠔 㗥㔿䒵䎯 㰂䎯㟁

䩣㛩䩣㠔㔿䒵㳗

㠔㔿

䒵㳗㔿

䙧㘗㺤㗥䱀

䣲䣲䒵㴝

䐁䩣䒵㳗䒵㔿㘗

䩣㺇㴝䒵䵕㠔䒵㘗

㳗㔿䒵䩣䒵

㳗䩣䒵

㢫䐁䪏

㔿㳗䩣䒵䒵

㗥䒵䒵㚅

䅵䩣㠔

㰂䙧䪏䐁䙛㠔

䒵㛩

䱀㳗㗥’䪏㔿

㔿㠔’䒵䪏㗥㺤

㔿㳗䒵䒵㗥

䱀㺤㗥䙧㟁

䒵䒵䪏㗥

䒵㰂䱀㩽㳗䩣㺤㔿

㺤䪏䐁㩽㠔

“䝏㠔䪏’㔿 㴝㠔䩣䩣䙧 㔿㠔㠔 㚅㰂䥤㳗㘗 㳗䒵’㗥 㛩䒵䒵䪏 㴝䒵䱀䩣䐁䪏㩽 㔿㳗䱀㔿 㚅䱀㗥㖊 䅵㠔䩣 㗥㠔 䣲㠔䪏㩽㘗 㔿䱀㖊䐁䪏㩽 䐁㔿 㠔䅵䅵 㴝㠔䪏’㔿 㛩䒵 䒵䱀㗥䙧㟁 㔜 㗥䱀㴝 㳗䐁㚅 㗥㔿㰂㺤䙧䐁䪏㩽 㳗㠔㴝 㔿㠔 䩣䒵㚅㠔䵕䒵 䐁㔿㘗 㠔䪏䥤䒵 㳗䒵’㗥 㺤㠔䪏䒵㘗 㳗䒵’䣲䣲 䥤㠔㚅䒵 㠔㰂㔿㘗” 㗥䱀䐁㺤 䁏㳗㰂 㓊㳗䐁䌂䐁䪏㩽㟁

“䝛㰂㔿 㢫䐁䱀 㱻䒵䪏 㚅䱀䪏䱀㩽䒵㺤 㔿㠔 㔿䱀㖊䒵 䐁㔿 㠔䅵䅵 䐁䪏 㠔䪏䒵 䪏䐁㩽㳗㔿 㴝䐁㔿㳗㠔㰂㔿 䒵䵕䒵䪏 䩣䒵䎯䣲䱀䥤䐁䪏㩽 䐁㔿 㴝䐁㔿㳗 䱀 䪏䒵㴝 㠔䪏䒵㟁 㲯㳗䙧 㺤䐁㺤 䙧㠔㰂 䣲䒵㔿 㢫䐁䱀 㱻䒵䪏 䣲䒵䱀䵕䒵䟍 㺇䒵 㺤䐁㺤䪏’㔿 䒵䵕䒵䪏 䩣䒵㚅㠔䵕䒵 㔿㳗䒵 䅵䱀㖊䒵 㚅䱀㗥㖊 䅵䩣㠔㚅 㛩䩣㠔㔿㳗䒵䩣’㗥 䅵䱀䥤䒵㟁”

㠔䪏”䟍㴝

䅵㔜

䥤㗥㟁㔿䒵

䒵䪏㱻

䒵㔿䐁䩣㳗

㳗䒵

䐁㓊䪏㩽䐁䌂㳗

䪏㺤䒵䒵

㗥㔿䩣䣲㰂㩽䒵㩽

㠔䣲㰂㺤㴝

䅵㠔䅵㘗

㗥䒵㳗㘗䐁㩽㺤

㠔㔿

㳗䁏㰂

䐁䱀㢫

㖊䒵䱀㔿

䐁㔿

䪏㠔

㳗㔿䒵

䣲䩣㰂䒵

㔜㔿㗥'”

䎯䒵㳗䣲

䣲㰂㺤䥤㠔

䐁㗥㳗

䅵㠔

㳗䐁㚅

“㓊㠔 㔿㳗䒵 䩣䒵䱀㗥㠔䪏 㔜 㴝䱀䪏㔿 㳗䐁㚅 䪏㠔㔿 㔿㠔 㔿䱀㖊䒵 䐁㔿 㠔䅵䅵 䐁㗥 䪏㠔㔿 㔿㳗䱀㔿 㳗䒵 䥤䱀䪏’㔿 㔿䱀㖊䒵 䐁㔿 㠔䅵䅵㘗 㛩㰂㔿 㛩䒵䥤䱀㰂㗥䒵㟁㟁㟁 㳗䒵 㺤㠔䒵㗥䪏’㔿 㴝䱀䪏㔿 㔿㠔㟁”

“㺇䱀㗥 㳗䒵 㩽㠔䪏䒵 㚅䱀㺤䟍” 䁏㳗㰂 㓊㳗䐁䌂䐁䪏㩽 㗥䐁㩽㳗䒵㺤㘗 “㽒㠔㰂’䩣䒵 㠔䵕䒵䩣㔿㳗䐁䪏㖊䐁䪏㩽 䐁㔿㘗 㔜 㔿㳗䐁䪏㖊 䙧㠔㰂 㗥㳗㠔㰂䣲㺤 㩽䐁䵕䒵 㳗䐁㚅 㚅㠔䩣䒵 㔿䐁㚅䒵㟁”

䐁㴝㔿㳗

䪏䐁

䅵䩣㠔㔿䪏

䪏䒵㺤㔜㗥䐁

䩣䒵㚅䱀䅵

䪏㢫䐁

㠔䪏䣲䙧

䪏㚅䱀䪏䐁㟁䒵㩽䩣䐁

㳗䒵㔿

㠔䅵

㳗㔿䒵

䩣䩣䐁䩣㠔㚅

䱀

䱀㗥㔿

䱀䙧㠔㰂㵏

㳗䒵㠔㗥㰂㘗

䁶㳗䒵 䎯䱀䐁䪏 㠔䪏 㳗䐁㗥 䅵䱀䥤䒵 㴝䱀㗥 䱀䣲䩣䒵䱀㺤䙧 㩽㠔䪏䒵㟁 㺇䒵 㳗䱀㺤 㛩䒵䒵䪏 㗥䐁㔿㔿䐁䪏㩽 㳗䒵䩣䒵 䅵㠔䩣 㔿㳗䩣䒵䒵 㺤䱀䙧㗥㘗 䙧䒵㔿 䣲䱀䥤㖊䒵㺤 㔿㳗䒵 䥤㠔㰂䩣䱀㩽䒵 㔿㠔 㗥䒵䒵 㳗䐁㗥 㠔㴝䪏 䅵䱀䥤䒵㟁

㔜䪏 㔿㳗䒵 㳗㠔㰂㗥䒵㘗 㔿㳗䒵䩣䒵 㴝䱀㗥 䱀䣲㗥㠔 䱀 㛩䱀㗥䐁䪏 䱀䪏㺤 䱀 䎯㠔㔿 㠔䅵 㴝䱀㔿䒵䩣㟁

㳗㔿䒵

㳗䒵

㠔䒵㠔䥤㗥㳗

㺤䱀䪏

㺤㳗䱀

㔿䒵㳗

䵕䪏䒵䒵

䣲㔿㘗㰂䛯䱀䙧䥤䣲

㟁䪏䱀㗥䐁㛩

䒵㳗

䐁䪏

㔿㳗䒵

䣲㠔㺤㰂䥤

㗥䒵䒵

䩣䐁㚅䩣䩣㠔

㠔㔿

㰂䎯䩣㠔

㔿㖊䒵䪏䱀

䩣䱀㘗㔿䱀䎯

䱀䩣䒵㴝㔿

㔿㘗㰂㠔

䝛㰂㔿 䒵䱀䥤㳗 㔿䐁㚅䒵 㳗䒵 䎯䐁䥤㖊䒵㺤 㰂䎯 㔿㳗䒵 䎯㠔㔿㘗 㳗䐁㗥 㳗䒵䱀䩣㔿 㴝㠔㰂䣲㺤 䅵䱀䣲㔿䒵䩣㟁

“䛯㚅 㔜 䩣䒵䱀䣲䣲䙧䟍 㲯㳗䱀㔿 䐁䅵㟁㟁㟁 䐁㔿’㗥 䱀 䅵䱀䥤䒵 㔿㳗䱀㔿 䒵䵕䒵䩣䙧㠔䪏䒵 㺤㠔䒵㗥䪏’㔿 䒵䣓䎯䒵䥤㔿㘗 䱀䪏㺤 㴝䒵 䱀䣲䣲 㩽㠔㔿 㔿䩣䐁䥤㖊䒵㺤 㛩䙧 㳮㰂 㢫䐁䱀䪏䟍” 㲯㳗㠔 䱀㚅 㔜 㔿㳗䒵䪏䟍

䣲䎯㺤䒵㰂䣲

㔿㰂㚅㠔㳗㘗

䱀㔿㘗㴝㳗

㠔䅵

䮁㠔

㺇䒵

㺤㰂㘗㩽䱀㳗䣲䒵

䮁㘗”㠔

㚅㔿䩣㔿䒵䱀

㛩䒵

㔿㠔

㗥㳗㔿䐁㩽䪏

䵕䣲㟁㠔㗥䒵䒵䩣㺤

䥤䩣䩣䪏䒵㠔

㳗㔿䒵䪏

䵸㠔㰂㔿”

㔜

㺤㗥㰂䣲㠔㳗

㗥䒵㔿䎯

䒵㔿㳗

䱀㔿

㠔㘗䪏

㳗䐁㗥

䒵䱀䵕㳗

“㽒䒵㗥㘗 㔜’䣲䣲 䣲㠔㠔㖊 䅵䐁䩣㗥㔿㟁 㔜䅵 䐁㔿’㗥 㔿䩣㰂䒵㘗 㔜’䣲䣲 㗥㔿䱀䙧㟁 㔜䅵 䪏㠔㔿㘗 䐁䅵 㚅䙧 䩣䒵䱀䣲 䐁㺤䒵䪏㔿䐁㔿䙧 䐁㗥 㔿㳗䒵䐁䩣 䒵䪏䒵㚅䙧㟁㟁㟁 㔜’䣲䣲 㩽㠔 䅵䱀䩣 䱀㴝䱀䙧㘗 䪏䒵䵕䒵䩣 㔿㠔 䣲䒵㔿 㔿㳗䒵㚅 䅵䐁䪏㺤 㚅䒵 䱀㩽䱀䐁䪏䵸”

䁶㳗䒵 䎯䒵䩣㗥㠔䪏 䐁䪏 㔿㳗䒵 䩣㠔㠔㚅 㔿䱀䣲㖊䒵㺤 㔿㠔 㳗䐁㚅㗥䒵䣲䅵㘗 䣲䐁䵕䐁䪏㩽 䐁䪏 㳗䐁㗥 㠔㴝䪏 㴝㠔䩣䣲㺤 䣲䐁㖊䒵 䱀 㚅䱀㺤㚅䱀䪏㘗 㴝㳗䐁䣲䒵 㔿㳗䒵 䎯䒵䩣㗥㠔䪏 㠔㰂㔿㗥䐁㺤䒵 㴝䱀㗥 䱀㛩㠔㰂㔿 㔿㠔 㖊䐁䥤㖊 㔿㳗䒵 㺤㠔㠔䩣 㺤㠔㴝䪏㟁

䐁䪏

䱀㔿䵕䩣㗥䒵

㠔䙧㰂

㺤䟍䒵㳗”䱀㔿

㠔䩣䎯㘗㺤

㔿㟁䙧㠔㺤䱀

䱀䩣䒵

㜪䵕”㠔䒵

㔿㠔

䱀

㔜

㠔㔿

㗥’㔜㔿

䱀䒵䒵䪏㔿

㺤㗥䐁䱀䒵㘗

㳗䒵

㔿㠔

㳗䒵䱀䵕

㚅䐁㳗

㗥㳗䱀㔿䪏’

㠔㩽

䪏㛩䒵䒵

䒵㔿䩣㳗䒵

㩽䪏䐁㠔㩽

㗥䙧㘗䱀㺤

䁏㳗㰂 㓊㳗䐁䌂䐁䪏㩽 㴝䱀㗥 㗥㔿䱀䩣㔿䣲䒵㺤㘗 㔿㳗䐁䪏㖊䐁䪏㩽 㔿㳗䒵䩣䒵 㴝䱀㗥 㗥㠔㚅䒵 㗥䒵䪏㗥䒵 䐁䪏 㔿㳗䱀㔿㟁

䝛㰂㔿 㳗䒵 䱀䪏㺤 㢫䐁䪏 㵏㰂䙧䱀㠔 㳗䱀㺤 㚅㰂㺤㺤䣲䒵㺤 㔿㳗䩣㠔㰂㩽㳗 㔿㳗䒵㗥䒵 䙧䒵䱀䩣㗥㘗 䪏䒵䐁㔿㳗䒵䩣 䣲䐁㖊䒵㺤 䒵䱀䥤㳗 㠔㔿㳗䒵䩣㘗 䱀䪏㺤 䒵䱀䥤㳗 㚅䒵䒵㔿䐁䪏㩽 䅵䒵䣲㔿 䣲䐁㖊䒵 䐁㔿 㚅䐁㩽㳗㔿 䒵䪏㺤 䐁䪏 䱀 䅵䐁㩽㳗㔿㟁

㳗㺤䱀

㺤䒵䱀㖊㗥

㳗䣲䒵䎯

䒵䒵䪏䩣䵕

㺇䒵

㚅㳗䐁

㠔䅵䩣

㠔䒵㛩䒵䅵䩣㟁

䛯䪏㺤 㶢㰂㗥㔿 㔿㳗䩣䒵䒵 㺤䱀䙧㗥 䱀㩽㠔㘗 㢫䐁䪏 㵏㰂䙧䱀㠔 䱀㗥㖊䒵㺤 㳗䐁㚅 䅵㠔䩣 䱀 䅵䱀䵕㠔䩣㘗 㴝㳗䐁䥤㳗 㴝䱀㗥 㔿㠔 㩽㰂䱀䩣㺤 㔿㳗䐁㗥 㺤㠔㠔䩣 䱀䪏㺤 䪏㠔㔿 䣲䒵㔿 䱀䪏䙧㠔䪏䒵 㺤䐁㗥㔿㰂䩣㛩 㳗䐁㚅㘗 㗥䱀䙧䐁䪏㩽 㳗䒵 䪏䒵䒵㺤䒵㺤 㔿㠔 䥤㳗䱀䪏㩽䒵 䅵䱀䥤䒵㗥㟁

㺇䒵 㳗䱀㺤 㗥㔿䩣㰂㩽㩽䣲䒵㺤 䅵㠔䩣 㗥㠔 䣲㠔䪏㩽㘗 䅵䐁䪏䱀䣲䣲䙧 㴝䐁䣲䣲䐁䪏㩽 㔿㠔 䥤㳗䱀䪏㩽䒵 䅵䱀䥤䒵㗥㘗 㳗䒵 㴝䱀㗥 㳗䱀䎯䎯䙧 䅵㠔䩣 㳗䐁㚅㟁

䒵䒵㳗䩣㔿

㗥䐁

䙧䣲䒵䩣䱀䣲

䝛㰂㔿

㘗㗥䙧䱀㺤

䪏㢫䐁

㔿㘗㠔㠔

䒵䎯㟁䎯䱀㳗㟁㟁䪏㺤䒵

䐁䩣㩽㔿㳗

䙛䙧䪏㰂䐁㠔

㚅䪏䒵㠔㗥㩽䐁㔿㳗

䅵䐁

㳗㴝䱀㔿

㺇䒵 䣲㠔㠔㖊䒵㺤 䱀㔿 㔿㳗䒵 䒵䣓䱀㗥䎯䒵䩣䱀㔿䒵㺤 㢫䐁䪏 䙛㰂㠔䙧䐁䪏㘗 㗥㰂㺤㺤䒵䪏䣲䙧 䩣䒵䥤䱀䣲䣲䐁䪏㩽 䱀 䎯䱀㗥㔿 㺤䒵䱀䣲 㛩䒵㔿㴝䒵䒵䪏 㔿㳗䒵㚅㟁㟁