48: 48 Lost Dream

48 Lost Dream

Mom was also worried when she saw this. She didn't use the big firewood pot in the countryside to cook food, but my father calmly indicated that he had a way. 1

As he said that, he took his wallet and went out. Sure enough, soon after his father returned, he took a lot of things.

When I saw it, it was all old-fashioned paper bags. They were wrapped with ropes and were very delicate. They were opened one by one, tea leaves, beef sauce, pancakes, crispy sugar, and a bag of white stuff. I couldn't tell what it was. I was just about to use my hand to taste it when my father opened his hand.

"This isn't something to eat. It's tooth powder for brushing your teeth. I don't even know this." Dad glared at me as he said," Go, go to the kitchen and boil water to make tea. Why do you have hands and feet?"

The harsh tone of his voice startled me. My father had never used such a powerful tone to speak to me, and his father was stunned. Then, his tone softened a little," You child, your hometown can't compare to the city. You have to slowly adapt to a lot of things. Hurry up and help your mother!"

"Got it. I'll go right now." I quietly agreed and went to take the large-sized porcelain pot. It was as heavy as my current mood.

There was a certain distance between the front yard and the back yard. I was absent-minded as I walked with the kettle in my hand. I stumbled and was pulled back by a force when I almost fell. However, I still sat on the ground and squatted.

If I hadn't quickly saved the porcelain pot, it would have fallen to pieces on the ground. However, when I fell, I suddenly saw a shadow floating behind me. Although it was very blurry, I was sure that the shadow was floating off the ground!

Ghost Shadow, I shivered and felt a cold wind coming from behind my neck. It was as if someone was laughing softly and then disappeared.

I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen. I didn't even catch my breath. My mother was sweating profusely as she was cleaning the pot. It was quite strange to see me coming in because I never entered the kitchen except for food.

"Mom, my dad asked me to come over and boil water to make tea." I didn't know why I did n' t bother to tell him about my father when I saw my mother. Perhaps I thought too much about it. Where did such a coincidence happen? Everyone was in a bad mood, right?

Before the water could even boil, I heard the crackling of the door. Needless to say, I had to run out and open the door. It took me a lot of effort to open the old-fashioned door.

At the door stood a young man with an antique box. He was about twenty-five or sixteen years old. His skin was white and his charming peach blossom eyes seemed to be on fire all the time. With a smile, a small white tooth appeared.

"You, who are you looking for?" I looked at the young man for some inexplicable reason. He raised the box in his hand and said," Are you Tao Xiaotao? Uncle Tao ordered the thin meat porridge with preserved eggs and the mashed duck in our shop. I'm here to deliver the goods."

It was actually a little take-out brother, and he actually used such antique things to deliver take-out. I hurriedly took the box in his hand and said," How much is it? I'm sorry I did n' t have my wallet on me. Wait for me to get it ————"

"No need!" The young man waved his hand and said," Uncle has already paid in the shop. I'll pick him up in an hour. Have a nice meal."

Just like that, our first meal back home was rather sumptuous, but it wasn't made by my mother. This made the mother, who had always been proud of her skills, rather unhappy.

Soon, I realized that there was another thing that made me even more dissatisfied. It was that there wasn't a web. Although I was n' t a bowman, for people who were used to urban life, the days when there wasn't a web or even a television were terrifying. I came out in such a hurry that I did n' t even have time to bring a book.

But soon, Dad gave me a task to clean up my entire family's bedroom. One was for Mom and Dad and the other for me.

The bed was also very antique. The mosquito net that hung on it had changed from white to yellow. When it shook, it caused a lot of dust to cough. The bedding was readily available in the cabinet. What was strange was that it was not moldy.

There was a large red wooden cabinet beside Mom and Dad's bed. I tried to open it, but I could n' t open it. Although the cabinet wasn't locked, it could n' t be opened either inside or outside.

Just as I was about to give up, a crack suddenly opened in the cabinet door. A cold wind rushed towards my face and saw a pair of green eyes in the cabinet staring straight at me. They wanted to see my heart.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of whiteness appeared in front of my eyes. My body seemed to have been immobilized, but only my consciousness was still very clear. Gradually, the white fog in front of my eyes dispersed, and it was actually a very beautiful place.

The ancient trees rose into the sky, the stream gurgled, and many beautiful birds flew about. But suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing cry almost deafened my ears.

One could see a huge bird nest on top of one of the tallest trees was already on the verge of collapse. A fiery red bird was shouting restless, as if it wanted to fly out of the nest.

This wasn't a bird. It was simply a feather-dropping turkey. It was really ugly. It had never seen such an ugly bird before.

He saw the bird flapping its furless wings in an attempt to fly out. In the end, it fell out of its nest and fell from the height of the tree. It was about to fall into a meat patty.

Suddenly, a white crane flew over from the sky and grabbed the Clown Bird with its mouth. I also felt my body light up and seemed to have flown away with the white crane.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, the white crane stopped in front of a pool of green water. There was a white-clothed man standing beside the water. Although he could only see his back, his long black hair, tall and slender figure, and the faint radiance surrounding his body made one feel that his aura was very sacred. It was completely different from that of a stinky man.

"You're back?" The man asked without turning his head. His voice was exceptionally gentle and beautiful. The white crane walked over and stretched out its long beak to deliver the struggling bird to the man.

The man still had his back to me and could not see his face. He reached out his hand and held the ugly bird in his palm. His tone was gentle and gentle," Little Red Bird, do you still know me?"

The little bird did not understand the man's warmth and concern. It let out an ear-piercing cry in anger. Its mouth opened and closed as it fiercely pecked at the man's white jade-like fingers. If it had teeth, the dumb bird would have revealed its mouth full of teeth before biting.

The man wasn't surprised at all. He just smiled and said," It's still as fierce as expected. It's indeed worthy of being the fiercest creature in the ancient times. It seems like it's going to take a lot of effort to subdue you."

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