diskusbooks Chapter 268 Snow-covered Head
Chapter 268 Snow-covered Head
Fu Zhenghong kept talking to the tombstone and drinking the wine he brought with him.
It was very quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of dead branches being pushed to the ground by the snow.
This time he came not only to chat with Ye Xuan, but also to say goodbye to her.
He is leaving, but of course he is not going to return forever.
He was going to travel around the world, carrying with him his thoughts of Ye Xuan, to realize the future they had once imagined.
Fu Zhenghong is only twenty-six years old now, but his hair has already turned gray, and the white hair on his temples can no longer be hidden.
It is the same color as the snowy scenery of the world.
After finishing the drink, Fu Zhenghong stood up, took one last look at the grave, and wiped the tombstone.
I turned around and slowly walked down the mountain. The sky was gray and it started snowing again.
Snow fell on Fu Zhenghong's head and shoulders.
It melted on his head and turned into a spot of white in his black hair.
Fu Zhenghong resigned from the position of owner of Wanjian Villa and announced to the public that he would retire from the underworld.
All the grievances and grudges in the martial arts world had nothing to do with him anymore.
In the first year, he went to a small town on the northern border, with one man, one horse, one sword and one wine.
Occasionally he would act as a hero on the road and help others when he saw injustice.
After returning from his travels, he would sit in front of Ye Xuan's grave for a whole day and tell her everything he saw and heard on the road.
Although he was the only one chattering and there was no response, he explained everything clearly and in detail.
Just after the New Year, he set out on his journey again. This year he went to the town where he had traveled with Ye Xuan.
Looking for their past memories.
After returning from his travels, he still went to sit in front of Ye Xuan's tombstone for the whole day.
Tell the tombstone about the strange people and interesting things you have seen along the way.
In the third year, the legend of Fu Zhenghong appeared again in the world.
People gave him an elegant nickname, the Lone Swordsman.
Gu Ying refers to both him as a person and the speed at which he draws his sword. When facing a bad guy, he can kill him with one sword. His swordsmanship is elegant and superb.
Legend has it that he hates evil and has a handsome face. Wherever there is injustice, you can see him.
But legends are always exaggerated to some extent.
Fu Zhenghong doesn't care about these legends. He neither explains them nor acts according to what the legends have shaped him to do.
He still just walks his own way and sees his own scenery.
In the fourth year, Fu Zhenghong learned to paint. He painted the scenery along the way, and when he returned, he burned the paintings one by one in front of Ye Xuan's tombstone.
While cooking, he kept explaining in detail, never getting tired of it.
In the fifth year, Fu Zhenghong encountered some troubles during his travels.
As his reputation in the world grew, he attracted a group of followers.
Among them was a girl who fell in love with Zhenghong at first sight and wanted to marry him when they met again.
Fu Zhenghong didn't care about her at first, but the girl pursued him closely, and Fu Zhenghong became annoyed from his initial indifference.
He told the girl that he was married and his wife was waiting for him at home.
The girl didn't believe it and followed him all the way. Fu Zhenghong tried to escape from her many times, but was found inexplicably every time.
Unfortunately, his heart had died with Ye Xuan's passing, and his heart was as still as water, and could no longer be disturbed.
The girl was indomitable and even followed Fu Zhenghong back to Wanjian Villa. She finally knew that the Lone Shadow Swordsman was the legendary Young Master Jinghong.
This made her passion even stronger.
Fu Zhenghong originally thought that his attitude had made it all clear and the girl would naturally give up.
But he underestimated the little girl's perseverance until she followed him up the mountain and saw Ye Xuan's grave.
The little girl hid in the dark, listening to Fu Zhenghong's chatter and watching him burn the exquisitely drawn drawings one by one.
She came out to stop him: "Your painting is so beautiful, it's a pity to burn it like this. The dead cannot be resurrected. Even if you burn the painting, she won't be able to see it."
She had heard the two men's story elsewhere.
The childhood sweethearts were ultimately not destined to be together.
Facing dissuasion, Fu Zhenghong simply said: "I originally drew this for my wife."
He did not deny Ye Xuan's death because it was an established fact.
The little girl looked at Fu Zhenghong and then at Ye Xuan. After a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind.
She couldn't believe that she couldn't win against a dead man.
For three years, the little girl followed Fu Zhenghong, caring about him and following him like a shadow.
However, her relationship with Fu Zhenghong remained the same as when they first met, with no further intentions.
When Fu Zhenghong sat in front of Ye Xuan's tombstone again, she couldn't help but ask him, was it true that all her efforts over the years hadn't touched his heart at all?
Fu Zhenghong just looked at her calmly, then pointed at the grave and said, "My heart is here."
When the little girl's eyes met Fu Zhenghong's, she seemed to see a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
She finally gave up. She walked to the front of the tombstone and looked directly at it. This was the first time she looked at the words on the tombstone carefully.
Look at the inscription carved on it.
She squatted down, looked at Fu Zhenghong and said, "Can I hear your story?"
This time, Fu Zhenghong's eyes changed. After waiting for a long time, Fu Zhenghong slowly spoke: "My wife and I have been childhood sweethearts. She is my junior sister and the love of my life..."
Fu Zhenghong's voice was very calm, as if he was just telling a story, and the little girl was listening quietly beside him.
The story ends, and the little girl's first love also ends.
Fu Zhenghong was alone again.
Ten years after Ye Xuan's death, Fu Zhenghong built a small house next to her grave. He still travels around the world, but he only lives here for half a year every year.
Fifteen years after Ye Xuan's death, Fu Zhenghong accepted a young disciple. The disciple wasn't very talented, but he was kind and down-to-earth.
Fu Zhenghong brought him into Wanjian Villa, taught him martial arts personally, and took him to visit Ye Xuan's grave.
Twenty years have passed since Ye Xuan's death, and Fu Zhenghong has stopped going out. He lives in a small house next to Ye Xuan's tombstone and has cultivated a vegetable patch next to the house.
His health was no longer as good as before, and he occasionally felt mentally unstable. The injuries he suffered in his youth and the hidden illnesses he had accumulated were finally beginning to show.
He began to dig a hole next to Ye Xuan's grave, digging his own grave.
It seemed as if he had sensed something, twenty-three years after Ye Xuan's death.
Fu Zhenghong wrote down everything he had learned throughout his life and passed it on to his only disciple.
The weather was freezing cold, with heavy snow and howling wind.
Fu Zhenghong continued to clean Ye Xuan's tombstone as usual.
Twenty-five years after Ye Xuan's death, Fu Zhenghong carved his own tombstone and instructed his disciples about his affairs after his death.
He told his disciples that after his death, there was no need to hold a funeral, but to bury him directly next to Ye Xuan.
He planned everything, and when the snow melted and the grass grew, he would sleep beside Ye Xuan.
The husband built Fu Zhenghong's tomb, and his wife Ye Xuan built it.
Twenty-five years after Ye Xuan's death, Fu Zhenghong passed away at the age of 51.
The dream was broken after twenty-five years, I am alone guarding the lonely lamp, the love of childhood sweetheart is hard to fade away. Now I am going to the underworld, please don’t blame me for forgetting you for so late, I only hope that we can continue our previous relationship!