diskusbooks Chapter 272 The Truth
Chapter 272 The Truth
Xiao Sizhe turned around, stretched out a finger playfully, and said with a smile: "Will you sell it for 1 tael of silver?"
The boss almost fainted when he heard this. His face turned red with anger and he yelled, "You little bastards, if you don't have money, don't come to the black market! Damn it, how dare you play tricks on me! I might as well use this book as a table leg support!"
The five people were not angry after hearing the boss's scolding. Instead, they laughed so hard that they fell backwards. They continued to walk forward while laughing, leaving the boss alone there, gasping for breath. Hey, in this bustling black market, this little farce of bargaining was just a small episode among many interesting things!
After walking for a while, Sikong Yan suddenly stopped, frowned and said, "Forget it, let's not waste time, let's go back!" His voice seemed a little abrupt in the noisy environment.
Everyone was shocked by his sudden words and stopped in their tracks. They all turned around and looked at him with astonished eyes. Shui Qinglian even blamed him anxiously:
"Why? We came out for this! If we go back empty-handed, what will we do tomorrow?" Her voice was filled with deep anxiety and confusion, as if the predicament before her made her feel extremely lost and helpless.
Xiao Sizhe blinked his lively eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to the time when Jin was still alive. At that time, Sikong Yan once told him with great confidence that he had a magical ability. As long as he read a book once, no matter what it was, he could deeply imprint the content in it in his mind. Thinking of this, Xiao Sizhe smiled and tilted his head to ask Sikong Yan as usual:
"Is it all in your mind?" His eyes were full of anticipation and curiosity, as if he was waiting for a magical spell to reveal the answer.
When Sikong Yan heard Xiao Sizhe's question, his pupils instantly dilated. The playful and cute Xiao Sizhe in front of him looked just like "Xiao Lan'er". For a moment, memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide, and the good times he spent with "Xiao Lan'er" emerged in his mind one by one.
"Lan Zhen!" Sikong Yan couldn't help but call out this name. His voice was full of complex emotions, including surprise, nostalgia, and a subtle sadness.
Xiao Sizhe's cheerful smile froze the moment he heard the name, as if time had stopped flowing at this moment. A trace of loss and anger flashed in his eyes.
He secretly complained in his heart: This big pig's hoof, he has slept with me in the same bed for so long, but he is still thinking about that person! His mood suddenly fell to the bottom, as if the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
"Hmph!" Xiao Sizhe snorted, the sound was like the cry of a kitten whose tail was stepped on. His small body turned around suddenly, the movement was as fast as a whirlwind, and his long sleeves waved wildly in the air, as if he wanted to drive away all the troubles like flies.
His steps were so fast, as if he was equipped with rocket thrusters, leaving a series of shoe shadows, as if he wanted to step into deep holes in the ground to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Hey, brother!" When Sikong Yan saw that Xiao Sizhe was really angry and left, he suddenly felt guilty and anxious.
He shouted hurriedly, his voice was as urgent as if it was on fire. He wanted to run to Xiao Sizhe immediately and conjure up a bunch of delicious and fun things to make him happy like a magician, but his feet seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't move a step.
The remaining few people stood there, their minds full of doubts and confusion, like a tangled mess that they couldn't sort out. Wu Gu was even more confused, he scratched his head, his hair was scratched like a bird's nest.
He was extremely puzzled, his eyes wide open, and he said, "Aren't they brothers? Why does it seem like the elder brother is afraid of the younger brother? This is really strange, could it be that the younger brother is the nemesis of the older brother?"
His eyes were full of confusion, as if everything before him was beyond his understanding, as if he had entered a mysterious magical world.
"Hurry, catch up with him!" Sikong Yan finally came back to his senses from his brief distraction and shouted.
Sikong Yan tried his best, running towards the exit desperately. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to catch up with Xiao Sizhe and explain everything to him.
Finally, at the exit of the tunnel, where the moonlight was shining, Sikong Yan saw Xiao Sizhe's figure. He rushed forward breathlessly and grabbed Xiao Sizhe's hands, which were trembling slightly with excitement.
Sikong Yan's eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation, and he couldn't wait to say, "You can remember things in the past, but you can't remember who you are?" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid to hear the answer.
When Sikong Yan held his hand, Xiao Sizhe's body shook slightly. He raised his head, looked into Sikong Yan's expectant eyes, and shook his head gently. His eyes revealed a trace of confusion and bewilderment, and he said slowly: "I remember Brother Yan, my father and mother, the palace where I lived, and the enemy who killed me with an arrow. I don't remember anything else..." His voice became lower and lower, as if he was immersed in deep memories.
Sikong Yan was excited when he heard Xiao Sizhe's answer. He held Xiao Sizhe's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave again.
"So, you are the Xiao Lan'er that I have been thinking about day and night, the girl who was once engaged to this prince! Although, I don't know why you have changed, but, you are Xiao Lan'er!"
Sikong Yan's voice was full of determination and joy, and his eyes were glistening with tears, tears of joy that his years of longing and waiting were finally responded to.
"I, I am Xiao Lan'er?" Xiao Sizhe's eyes widened, filled with surprise and disbelief. Countless images flashed through his mind in an instant, and those familiar scenes and characters intertwined in his mind.
No wonder, no wonder he always felt that this name was so familiar, as if he had called it countless times in the depths of his heart. No wonder, in his dreams, there was always a gentle voice calling him. It turned out that he was Xiao Lan'er!
A complex emotion surged in Xiao Sizhe's heart, with surprise, touching, and a hint of sadness. He looked at Sikong Yan in front of him, a familiar yet unfamiliar person in his memory, and felt a lot of emotions in his heart. "Brother Yan..." Xiao Sizhe called softly, with a hint of sobs in his voice. He opened his arms and hugged Sikong Yan tightly, as if he wanted to merge himself into his body.