Feather Emperor

Chapter 17 Dreams at Both Ends
Looking into the distance, he was nowhere to be seen.

He was alone again, dragging a suitcase of luggage, Han Bingyan thought bitterly, walking in the deserted street, the cold wind blew, Han Bingyan shrank his neck to prevent the cold wind from pouring into his collar.The sun has set, and the streets near New Year's Eve look very deserted. Maybe the pedestrians who used to be reunited with their families?
The sky was dim, and the surroundings were quiet, like a natural ice cellar. On a February day, the wanton cold wind howled.With blood still dripping from his hand, carrying luggage, Han Bingyan walked onto the wide road without knowing it, walking alone on the road, with cars passing by from time to time, the speed is very fast, maybe the driver can't wait to go home Reunion with loved ones.Bingyan didn't know where she could live, and she didn't hold any hope.

Being swayed by fate, is he in a dream or in reality?Han Bingyan is confused, this dream is too helpless, if it is a story, it is hard to figure out, everything happens too fast, and disappears too fast, maybe it is just a dream, and life is not a dream The dream, like sleeping or waking up, is intoxicating, but it makes people have endless aftertaste.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was already in the grass, and I had already walked to a strange place.There was no trace of life in the silent mountain, Han Bingyan simply tossed his luggage, and sat down on the floor. The wound on his hand had stopped bleeding, but there was still a slight tingling pain. Looking at the green grass around him, it looked extraordinarily beautiful under the dim sky. Eerie, creepy.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the neck suddenly felt cold. Han Bingyan reached out and took out a jade pendant with dragon patterns, "Dad, I don't know who you are? Where are you?" Suddenly, Han Bingyan wanted to know Who is his father?He wanted to ask him face to face why he abandoned their mother and son, but even Bing Yan couldn't figure out whether he hated him more or missed him more.

Han Bingyan's clear eyes shone brightly in the dark, and there was a feeling of going home with the wind in a place where there were no people.With the big moon above my head, I thought of Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine", raised my glass to invite the moon, and used the wine to relieve my worries, but where is the wine now?Only from scratch.

After a long time, Han Bingyan stood up suddenly, picked up the luggage that had fallen on the ground, and murmured a few times. He seemed to have suddenly thought of a place to go. If his memory is correct, there should be a room that can shelter from the wind and rain. cabin.Talk is better than nothing, Han Bingyan has long since given up his extravagant hopes for a luxurious residence.

Walking all the way quickly, the picture in Han Bingyan's memory gradually became clearer. Sure enough, half an hour later, Han Bingyan arrived in front of a hut, "This is it!" Looking carefully, Han Bingyan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The thatched hut stands alone on the hillside. Although it is still winter, it is already covered with trees.There is a small stream not far away, and the hut is just facing it. The gurgling stream flows in front of the hut, which is quiet and refined.However, the area around the hut was in a mess, full of wild weeds.

"Some are busy." Han Bingyan thought with a wry smile.

Although the thatched hut existed when Bing Yan was very young, but because it was built with big stones and the workmanship is very dexterous, it is still standing vigorously until now, and it seems that it will not be a problem to support it for a few more years.

Pushing the door open, what caught the eye was as Han Bingyan expected, dust was everywhere, and there was nothing else in the whole room except a small bed made of the same stone.

Pushing his hand to remove a layer of dust, Han Bingyan put down the luggage. In fact, the luggage is nothing, just some daily necessities and a change of clothes.

A person can't escape death in the end.It doesn't matter whether you were born rich or poor, the final destination is the same.Along the way, carrying too much luggage, only to realize that it is useless at the end, why bother?Han Bingyan suddenly remembered what he had read in some book before, what a wise saying!
Yes, no matter what the world is like, as long as you are worthy of your own heart, it is enough.Other people's comments, to you, are just the scenery along the way.Since we are descendants of the sea, we must have a mind that is tolerant of all rivers.

"Here will be my home!" Bingyan said boldly, but found that there was an inexplicable emotion in the voice, a kind of paleness, a kind of impulse to stand out.Unable to restrain his emotions any longer, tears overflowed his eyes, he has been enduring it until now, and did not fall behind in the Han family, now he just wants to vent to his heart's content.

After venting and wiping away his tears, Han Bingyan began to make up the bed. In winter, he didn't want to sleep in the severe cold.Then I took out some dried fruits and ate some at will. After filling my stomach, I picked up my winter vacation homework and started to do it.

Han Bingyan is full of confusion about the days ahead and doesn't know how to live.He didn't have a lot of money on him, except for the wad of money that was snatched by Han Bingwu and his second cousin, the total amount was only a few thousand, and he had to pay the school's tuition.He didn't believe that the Han family would continue to pay his tuition.

"Oh——, I can only rely on myself." After the confusion, I started to plan again. I can't just muddle along, and I have to have careful arrangements.what can we do about it?He couldn't starve to death, he lost his train of thought for a while.

From then on, Han Bingyan started his personal life...

※※※Feather※※※Emperor※※※

Looking up at the starry sky, the stars are dotted with stars, today is New Year's Eve, and it is time to reunite with family members.However, Xiao Bingyan can only sing a one-man show alone.Huddled in the not very warm bed, through the window without glass, Han Bingyan can clearly see the brightly lit area at the bottom of the mountain, which is the residence of the Han family.

"The laughter is theirs, not mine." Bingyan smiled self-deprecatingly, and buried her head in the quilt, "Let's go to sleep."

Lonely, lonely, suffering from mental torment, in a daze, Han Bingyan fell asleep, maybe it was a nightmare...

When the clouds shed their tears, the wounds will heal blue; the autumn wind blows the leaves wildly, and the clothes fade away; the city becomes more noisy, and the night is so cold, where the butterflies have gone, the dust screams into dreams...

Han's residence
"Where are you going?" The majestic voice sounded behind Han Bingran, Han Bingran trembled all over, and turned around timidly, "Grandma, I—"

"I, I want to go find my brother." Han Bingran still mustered up his courage and said with a naughty mouth.

"Tonight is New Year's Eve, and you still want to run outside? Besides, do you know where that boy Bing Yan is?" Han Bingran's words without a trace of emotion came into Han Bingran's ears. Inexplicably, Han Bingran felt extremely uncomfortable , is this her kind and kind grandmother?Why does she have a completely different attitude towards herself and her brother?

"Also, starting from the next semester, you don't have to go to school anymore, you can go back to school when you are old, now you go back first."

"Did you hear that, go back!" Seeing that Han Bingran was still in a daze, Han Yao roared again.

Looking back at the grandmother who was already a complete stranger, Han Bingran stomped hard, covered her face, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)