bookrandom Chapter 664: A Temperature That Can Never Be Touched Again
Chapter 664: A Temperature That Can Never Be Touched Again
The turbulent river has flowed tirelessly along its winding riverbed for so many years. The gurgling water seems to be telling the story of the years.
Mu Xiaoji's mouth was dry and his throat felt like it was smoking. He slowly squatted by the river and gently scooped up a handful of clear water with both hands.
The cool touch came from the palm of his hand, and he couldn't wait to bring the water to his mouth and drink it in big gulps.
The refreshing taste gave his tired body and mind a moment of relief, and made him miss this beautiful place especially.
After drinking, he raised his arm and casually wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his somewhat worn shirt.
At this moment, his keen ears caught the sound of footsteps. Startled, he quickly stood up and ran towards a huge rock by the river like a frightened deer.
He hid sideways behind a rock, not daring to breathe, his eyes fixed on the direction where the sound came from.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Mu Xiaoji cautiously stuck his head out and looked towards the woods.
Jiang Chengyu was seen carrying a backpack and holding a small hoe in his hand, striding into the woods with firm steps.
Mu Xiaoji withdrew his gaze and turned back to the newly built bamboo house. He frowned slightly, puzzled. He hadn't seen a woman for a long time.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Looking at his wife's expression the other day, she should have given birth in the past two days. Why haven't I heard the baby cry in the past two days?"
After saying this, he crouched down and tiptoed towards the newly built bamboo house.
He reached out and gently opened the window door a crack, and looked around the house through the gap, but found that the house was empty and no one lived there.
Mu Xiaoji became even more confused, thinking to himself, "Could it be that her family felt she was being treated unfairly here and took her back home?"
With a heart full of questions, he sneaked into the back of the house he usually lived in. He looked through the window lattice into the house and found that everything in the house was the same as usual.
Mu Xiaoji slowly squatted down and sat weakly against the wall. He was helpless about Jiang Chengyu's indifference and didn't know what to do.
He supported his chin with both hands, staring blankly into the depths of the dense woods in the distance, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a strange smell entered his nose. Startled, he stood up subconsciously and looked up, only to see thick black smoke billowing up in the sky.
He thought to himself that something was wrong and hurried around to the front of the house. Only then did he discover that Jiang Chengyu was standing in the yard with a torch, burning the house!
Mu Xiaoji was horrified and shouted, "Little Monster, are you crazy? This is your home, why are you burning it down?"
As he spoke, he rushed forward anxiously, trying to snatch the torch from Jiang Chengyu.
However, Jiang Chengyu showed no mercy and threw Mu Xiaoji to the ground with force.
Mu Xiaoji knew in his heart that he was no match for Jiang Chengyu in terms of physical strength. In a panic, he hurriedly mobilized his true energy, preparing to gather water from the river at the door to put out the fire like Jiang Shuo had done.
However, the more anxious he became, the more his Qi became uncontrollable, and he couldn't mobilize it no matter what he did. He watched helplessly as the fire raged, about to engulf the newly built bamboo house.
At this time, Jiang Chengyu, holding a torch, walked towards the main room step by step, and then threw the torch into the house without hesitation.
Mu Xiaoji was extremely anxious and shouted, "Jiang Chengyu...what are you doing?" However, Jiang Chengyu ignored him, turned around and left the small bamboo house without looking back.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the blazing fire, his heart burning with anxiety. He hurriedly picked up a bamboo bucket in the yard and ran desperately towards the river.
He filled the bucket with water, panting, and ran back to the yard in a panic, pouring the water on an area where the fire was slightly weaker.
He was so exhausted from going back and forth that his legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. But the fire was raging, and the little bamboo house was about to be reduced to ashes.
Mu Xiaoji stopped what he was doing and stood there blankly. Suddenly, he laughed, and his laughter was filled with endless sadness and despair.
"Hahaha... So when a person is dying, what they want to hold on to most is not their life, but the warmth they can never touch again."
His voice echoed in the air filled with the smell of fireworks, sounding so lonely and desolate.
"Hahaha..." Mu Xiaoji laughed crazily and staggered towards the main room.
The bamboo bucket in his hand fell to the ground at some point, splashing a small amount of dust, but he was completely unaware and didn't care at all.
At this time, the fire in the main room was already raging. The ferocious flames were licking everything in the house wantonly. Thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell was suffocating.
Mu Xiaoji walked straight into the sea of fire without hesitation. His figure looked so small and resolute in the light of the fire.
He shouted with all his strength, "I'm sorry... Jiang Chengyu, this is all my fault, I can't make up for it. I'm sorry!"
The voice was filled with regret and self-blame, as if wanting to vent all the long-suppressed emotions at this moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "crack" sound, and the main beam, which was fragile due to the fire, finally couldn't bear its own weight and fell down.
Mu Xiaoji was unable to dodge and was instantly crushed to the ground by the main beam. He was pressed so hard that he could hardly breathe and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
But a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he said weakly: "I'm sorry, little monster... I have let you down in this life."
After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had finally found a trace of relief in this endless darkness.
At the same time, in a mysterious and dark space, there was a faint mist all around, exuding a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere.
The old man, Lao Chen, the book spirit, walked slowly with a faint smile on his face, and walked towards Jiang Chengyu with a smile.
He looked at Jiang Chengyu, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed at Jiang Chengyu, saying, "Foolish boy, in order to completely stop his thoughts, you actually burned down the little bamboo house.
Do you know that by doing this, you are cutting off your own escape route? Now that you have lost your soul host, you are like a wandering ghost, unable to withstand the sun anymore!"
Jiang Chengyu sat cross-legged in meditation quietly, with his head lowered, like a silent statue, and did not respond to the words of the old man Shu Ling.
Seeing that Jiang Chengyu didn't say anything, the old man Shuling didn't seem to be willing to give up. He continued to test him:
"Go back to your body! That way you can still be with the one you love."
After hearing this, Jiang Chengyu finally reacted. He retorted coldly, "Nonsense." His voice was low and firm, as if the old man's suggestion was ridiculous.
The old man did not get angry, but laughed and said, "The reason you are in a deep sleep is because of the disorder of time and space.
You see, now that you have burned down the small bamboo house, the parallel space will not survive for long without your host.
But in the real world, the only intact body is your only host, and you can only go back to your body!
As for how you and Mu Xiaoji get along in the future, that has nothing to do with me!" After saying that, the old man extended his sword finger and quickly drew a strange rune in the air.
The rune shone with a faint light, as if it contained a mysterious power. Then, he suddenly struck the rune with his palm and hit Jiang Chengyu's forehead.
Jiang Chengyu only felt a powerful force rushing into his body instantly, and before he could finish his sentence,
"You..." With just one word, he disappeared in the dark space in an instant like a ghost.
At the same time, Jiang Chengyu only felt the warm liquid slowly flowing into his stomach through his nasal cavity, and a strange and complicated feeling surged in his heart.
In the real world, in the sea view villa, Guan Shan was concentrating on completing the liquid feed injection. He imitated Jiang Shuo's seriousness and carefully cleaned and put away the esophagus.
Then, he put the bowl, syringe and other things neatly into the tray and left the bedroom quietly, fearing to disturb Jiang Chengyu who was sleeping.
At this moment, Jiang Chengyu, who was originally asleep, began to move his eyes slightly under his eyelids, as if trying to find light in the darkness.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little confused. He looked around and saw the familiar layout of the sea view villa.
He couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Seaview Villa? Shouldn't I be in the hospital?"
He tried to struggle to get up, but his right hand seemed to have lost control and would not obey him. He had no strength in his whole body, as if all his strength had been drained away while he was sleeping.
He muttered to himself, "What time is it now? How long have I been lying here? I have no strength left in my body. From a medical point of view, I must have been lying here for at least a year."
Jiang Chengyu knew very well that his current situation was not optimistic. He closed his eyes, began to concentrate, and mobilized the true energy in his body.
He tried to let the mysterious and powerful force flow slowly along the meridians of his body.
To open up all the functions of the body in an attempt to restore physical strength and autonomy as soon as possible and regain control of one's body.
After an unknown amount of time, Guan Shan tiptoed back to the bedroom. He frowned slightly, his face full of fatigue and worry.
He subconsciously took out his phone, glanced at the time, sighed softly, and said to himself: "It's already midnight, I wonder how Jiang Shuo is doing?
Mr. Song's illness at this time is like adding insult to injury. This family is in chaos!"
After saying that, he put his phone aside and prepared to lean back on the sofa to take a nap and rest. The days of running around and stress had stretched his body and spirit to their limits.
However, just as he closed his eyes and had not yet fallen asleep, Guan Shan's cell phone suddenly rang.
The crisp ringing sounded particularly abrupt in the silent room, startling him so much that he opened his eyes suddenly.
Guan Shan stood up quickly and picked up his phone. Seeing that it was Yan Kai's call on the screen, his heart tightened.
He quickly answered the call and asked with concern, "Yan Kai, how is Mr. Song doing?"
A familiar yet slightly childish voice came from the other end of the line: "Uncle Guanshan, this is Jiang Shuo."
Guan Shan was slightly startled, then reacted and quickly asked, "Jiang Shuo, how is your grandfather doing now?"
Jiang Shuo took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm: "Grandpa just came out of surgery and has been sent to the intensive care unit for observation.
His condition is still unstable, and the doctor says he needs close monitoring. I can't return anytime soon, so I'll have to leave my little daddy in your care.
Remember to turn him over every hour to prevent him from developing bedsores from staying in bed for a long time.
Also, I've ordered a meal, and it will be delivered to your home when the time comes. Just remember to go downstairs and pick it up."
Jiang Shuo made arrangements in an orderly manner. Although there was fatigue in his tone, there was more determination and maturity.
"Okay, young master, I understand. Don't worry, I will take good care of Mr. Jiang."
Guan Shan responded quickly, feeling both distressed and impressed that Jiang Shuo was so calm and composed at such a young age.
"Tomorrow I have to go to the company with Grandpa Rong to hold a preparatory meeting for the bidding conference. The company needs me right now. So Uncle Guanshan, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my little daddy!"
Jiang Shuo reminded him again, his words full of concern for Jiang Chengyu and trust in Guan Shan.
"Young Master, just focus on the company's affairs. With me here, nothing will go wrong. You should also make sure to rest and don't overwork yourself."
Guan Shan said that he was well aware of the pressure Jiang Shuo was carrying at the moment. Not only did he have to worry about his grandfather's illness, but he also had to take care of the company's affairs.
"Well, thank you Uncle Guanshan. If there is any situation, we will keep in touch at any time." Jiang Shuo said and hung up the phone.