abnabooks Chapter 390 - 59 Dreams Beyond Reality_1
Chapter 390 - 59 Dreams Beyond Reality_1
Chapter 390: Chapter 59 Dreams Beyond Reality_1The sun was setting in the west.
The warm, orange hue gently brushed against a protruding mountain ridge.
At the mouth of the ridge, a lone courtyard stood.
On one side of the courtyard was a dirt road along the cliff, green leaves hung on a wall made of tree branches, and several peach trees in the yard extended their abundant fruits over the wall to the roadside.
On the other side of the yard was a steep slope.
At the edge of the slope, a robust walnut tree stood, a young man was reading under it, an elderly man was leisurely laying nearby, and a robust yellow ox was resting as well.
The yellow ox was squinting its eyes, contentedly chewing dried grass.
The elderly man was propped up in a lounge chair, holding a tobacco pipe, staring with cloudy eyes at the silhouette of the young man reading in the distance.
The young man had a clean complexion, his eyes were dark and bright, he held a Taoist Scripture in his hands, his face a picture of dedicated focus yet with an air of tranquility and sufficiency.
A long while passed.
Not until the orange hue gradually faded and a cool evening breeze arose.
The young man finally rubbed his sore eyes, put down the book and stood up, he lazily shuffled his way over to the yellow ox, leaning onto the ox’s hefty back and satisfyingly stretched his body.
The elderly man tapped out the tobacco ashes in his pipe, took a deep breath, and asked:
"How’s the reading coming along?"
"I can recognize the characters, but I don’t quite understand the meaning." The young man replied in a slightly bitter tone while leaning on the back of the ox.
"Recognizing the characters is good, recognizing the characters is good." The elderly man pondered for a moment, and said with a hint of sigh: "Recognizing the characters is enough... Starting from tomorrow, you will read by yourself. Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will present itself. You will understand it gradually as you read more."
"What?" The young man sat up in surprise: "And what about you, sir?"
"Me? I am off to build the road." The elderly man squinted his eyes and turned to look at the winding mountain road that went off the cliff to the other side.
"But hasn’t the road been built? How else will it be built?" The young man scratched his head.
"Build along the way, build it further." The elderly man raised his pipe and pointed to the depths of the mountain: "At present, this road only stretches from the foot of the mountain to the ridge. It has not yet reached inside the mountain. It’s so dangerous inside, and without a road, it is inconvenient for everyone."
"Then I can help to build it too!" The young man’s face was full of revolt: "You build the road ahead, and I’ll watch our stuff... Old Yellow can carry the stones."
The yellow ox beneath him snorted disdainfully.
"Ha ha ha!" The old man laughed heartily: "The road is long and winding, long and winding... You’re young, there’s no rush! The road’s very long, I have to go and explore first, see if it can be built."
"Is it very far?"
"Far, very far... very far."
"Does it have to be built?"
"The road is long and winding, I shall
Perhaps due to its increasing movement, the black cat’s running became more agile, and its speed gradually increased.
Until it ran into a familiar figure.
A middle school student with an arm bag.
The black cat halted in its tracks.
If the student had paid attention to the cat then, he would have noticed the shock and confusion in its human-like eyes.
But, there was no if.
The young student, immersed in the cheerful music from his phone, didn’t notice the black cat that had suddenly appeared next to him.
However, as time went on, the repeated appearances of the black cat in his line of sight piqued even the most sluggish person’s interest.
With curiosity came action.
And thus, a well-rounded middle school student, while on a morning run, was led astray by a black cat.
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...
The black cat led the student into a six-story, mustard yellow building. After surveying the surrounding scenery with a sense of nostalgia, it turned around and leapt into the lush shrubs nearby.
But when it crossed the shrubs, it found itself back in the willow forest on the hill of the lakeside track in the evening, for some unknown reason.
By this time, the fog had cleared.
The originally thin clouds in the sky started to ignite slowly.
It was growing, burning, coming closer.
From orange-yellow, to reddish-orange, to scarlet, to fiery red, and then slowly turned brilliant red.
The scarlet color filled the sight. There was nothing in the world but this heavy red. A seemingly familiar, yet vague whisper slowly rose, gradually became louder, until it filled the entire space, overwhelming all of its senses.
The small figure of the black cat stood amid the endless flames, gradually distorting and deforming.
It’s as if it was melting in the deep combustion.
Dull thunder rumbled in the distance.
Growing more and more intense, more and more deafening.
Ultimately, the rolling thunder echoed across the whole world while the burning world collapsed and was destroyed following the rumble.
The black cat’s figure completely disappeared.
At the last spot where it had lingered, a young man was sleeping.
"Boom!"
With the last blast of thunder, the sleeping man was finally awakened.
...
In his dormitory, Zheng Qing, once asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
A streak of scarlet appeared and then quietly faded in his eyes.
He mumbled before slowly closing his eyes again.
Turning over, he fell deeply asleep once more.
Under the moonlight, black, dense shorthair began to quietly creep along his bare arm.