C1 Something Happened

Cunzi.

Night poured down like ink, and Xuanyuan Jing, who was standing on the warship, stared fixedly at the night sky. She couldn't see the intense battle in front of her, nor could she hear the sharp alarm. Her mind was filled with the shocking news that her subordinate had just reported: Her planet was being destroyed by the enemy. Her parents and queen had already been killed by the rebels. And the person who had personally caused all of this disaster was her fiancé, the man who had said that he loved her for a lifetime. . .

How ridiculous, how ironic, how. . . Cruel! Xuanyuan Jing's long fiery red hair fluttered in the cold wind, her slender and enchanting figure stood against the wind in the vast universe.

"Father, mother, wait for me. My daughter has come to find you!" Her delicate and beautiful face was filled with indifference, and there was a tear in her eyes. However, it was clear that she was unwilling to give up.

Stepping on her golden boots, Xuanyuan Jing strode into the command cabin. Looking at the flashing red warning on the big screen, she calmly commanded the battle like she always did. Without hesitation, she stretched out her hands and quickly typed a string of numbers.

The citizens of Planet X who were experiencing the flames of war entered their eyes. It could be seen that their beautiful and proud princess piloted the invincible warship towards the enemy ship at an incredible speed. Then, a ball of fire shot into the sky. . .

How could it be so dark? Why is it so cold? Xuanyuan Jing felt her body falling at an extremely fast speed in a daze. All around her, there was nothing but endless darkness.

She grabbed at the air and her two hands were unable to touch anything. Her heart tightened for no reason and she did not know what kind of encounter she was about to face. Her pair of bewitching phoenix eyes were tightly shut and the whistling wind by her ears let her know how fast she was falling.

Her nervous heart was waiting for the unknown. Suddenly, she felt something grab her clothes. In the darkness where she was falling at an extreme speed, the force was so great that she broke out in cold sweat.

"Don't be afraid, I won't harm you. Consider it our fate. Bring me along, and I will repay you properly. "Someone whispered in her ear. Before Xuanyuan Jing could react, she had already fainted. . .

Something happened in the first chapter. . .

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Aiya, wait for me to put my shoes on!"

"What's with the ink? Hurry up!"

A middle-aged woman with a washbasin walked out of the shabby door. She looked at the two young men who were walking in front of her and asked anxiously, "Hey, Zhu Zi, where are you two going?"

"Huh? Aunt Hua, something happened at Uncle Dongshan's house! Fu Jin fell into the Willow Creek River!" The twenty-year-old Zhu Zi stopped in his tracks anxiously and turned around to speak to the woman called Mrs Hua.

" When did this happen?! Oh my god! How is this good!? Old man! Old man! Something happened! Something has happened!" The basin in Mrs Hua's hand fell to the ground. She did not bother to pick it up and ran back to the yard. The shouting had changed.

The usually quiet village was filled with people's rapid footsteps and exclamations. It became lively all of a sudden. The three of them ran towards the east side of the village. . .

"Jin! My child! Oh my god! He's not letting me live!" The cries of women came from the dilapidated brick houses. Some of the villagers standing outside the courtyard were wiping their tears while others shook their heads and sighed. Everyone had pity and sympathy on their faces.

Under the dim light in the room, a petite girl was lying on a brick bed. Her wet hair was messy and messy. Her palm-sized face was pale and her eyes were closed. There was no life in her.

The woman was crying and screaming. She was shaking on the edge of the bed. The middle-aged man beside her was also sobbing with tears in his eyes. He held the girl's cold hand tightly and did not let go no matter how the people beside him tried to persuade him to let go.

"Dongshan! It will be fine after crying for a while. My daughter is still waiting to put on her clothes!" The man who was crying silently by the side helped the man called Dongshan stand up and dragged him to the side with the other two people.

"Yes, Uncle Dongshan. Quickly persuade Aunt to get Jin some clothes to change into. In a while. . . In a while when it's hard, it won't be able to be worn anymore!" Big Zhu was also in the crowd of mediators. At this time, he came over to look at the bed and softly turned his head to remind her with tears in his eyes.

". . . Jin's mother, get a change of clothes for the child! Don't cry!" Fu Dongshan wiped his tears and snot as he shouted at the crying woman in a trembling voice.

There were two or three women in the room who were urging Fu Jin to stop. Fu Jin's mother barely managed to find a white shirt and blue pants. A few aunties and sister-in-law removed the buttons on their clothes and pants and helped the girl change her clothes. They found a new pair of black cloth shoes for her to put on. After tidying up, Mrs Hua found a piece of white cloth and covered the girl's face. Immediately after, a few women in the room accompanied Fu Jin's mother and began to cry again. . .

. . .

"Grandma! Mom, Mom!" In a big yard in the south of the village, a sixteen or seventeen year old girl hurriedly ran in. Her face was pale and her head was covered in sweat, as if she had been frightened by something.

"Qiao, what are you calling for? The sky collapsed?" A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties came out of the house to welcome the girl. Seeing the girl in such a state, she jumped out of the house and supported her. She hurriedly asked, "Lanxin. What happened to you? What happened? "

"Mom, Mom, Fu Jin drowned!" The girl panted heavily and her body trembled slightly.

"Lanxin, who did you say died?" The 70-year-old old lady sitting on the bed heard the conversation between the mother and daughter. She leaned against the edge of the bed and looked outside.

"Grandma, Fu Jin fell into the Willow Creek River!" The girl ran past her mother and ran into the house. She threw herself on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself. She stared at the old lady in horror as she trembled.

"What? Why did you fall into the river? Get someone to scoop it up!" The middle-aged woman followed closely behind with an anxious look on her face.

"I fished it up, I'm out of breath!"

"Where is he?"

"It's carried back!"

". . . What's going on!? Mother, let's, let's go over and take a look!" The middle-aged woman looked at the two women on the bed and said hesitantly.

"She's already dead. If I go, she'll live!" The old lady was surprisingly calm. She sat firmly and did not move.

"She's just a money-losing person! If she didn't die earlier or later, she would have been raised to such an extent. But now, she died. Wasn't this a scam?! Go and cook. We'll talk about it tomorrow! "

. . . " Grandma, I, I'm afraid! " The girl crawled to her grandma's side and hugged the old lady as she started to sob.

"Useless thing, what are you afraid of when she dies? It's not like you pushed her into the river. " The old lady reached out her old hand to pat her granddaughter's head to comfort her, but she didn't notice the stiffness of the girl when she spoke.

. . . "Lanxin, didn't you go with Fu Jin to dig for horse vegetables? You didn't follow Qian-er when she was in trouble?" The woman on the ground saw her daughter's frightened look and her eyes flashed as she asked.

"Ah? I'm on the river bank, and she's behind me. Who knows how she slipped into the river? When I heard the sound, I only saw her hands scratching the surface of the river. I was the one who called for someone! " Lanxin got up from the embrace of the old lady and said, but she did not dare to look into her mother's eyes.

"Quickly go and cook! The child was already frightened. Why are you still asking about that and that!?" The old lady glares at her daughter who is patting the girl in her arms comforting, "Not afraid, not afraid. My Lanxin is not afraid! If that money-losing guy died, then so be it. Don't stab me in the eyes every day. "

. . . "Mom, but what if that family from the capital comes to ask for help?" The corners of the woman's mouth twitched. Helpless about the old lady's pampering of her daughter, just as she was about to go out, she remembered an important matter.

". . . Someone else? How many years had it been since there was a letter? How could someone think of such a thing? Why don't you take a look at what kind of person we are! Can I climb up the ladder? Don't think about all those useless things. "

" Grandma, do you think Fu Jin's maternal family won't come to pick her up? " The girl raised her head and was somewhat surprised by this information.

"Silly you guys! Your grandfather saved a soldier in the past. Later on, he also drove over once. He said that it would be better to arrange an engagement for his grandson's generation. But look, there's no more movement, right? That's all he said. I'll give you a piece of candy and keep it in your mouth. Only that damn grandfather of yours and you guys keep thinking about beautiful things all day long! The Hui family's Qiao'er can become a phoenix! "

. . . " "The girl's gaze carried a trace of disappointment as she collapsed on the bed. Her eyes stared straight at the roof beam and did not speak anymore.

. . . "Sigh!" The middle-aged woman shook her head and sighed. She turned around and went to cook.

The night was getting darker and darker. The miserable cries gradually stopped. The enthusiastic villagers helped to finish everything. Most of them went back to boil the fire. After dinner, they agreed to come early tomorrow to have a funeral.

A few neighbors who were usually close stayed behind to accompany the grief-stricken Fu Dongshan and his wife. They went to cook and clean up.

Along with the night wind, a dozen pieces of burning paper hung on the right side of the door, letting people know that this family was experiencing a life and death separation. . .