stardust

"Go down!"

Baoshan Sanren waved his hand at the sky full of stars.

A meteor streaked across the sky and fell into the Jinyuan boundary.

"Wow!"

There was a loud cry of a baby.

"Yang'er, how do you feel today? Are you still coughing?" Mrs. Song asked pitifully as she sat beside her son Song Yang's bed.

Song Yang leaned sickly on the bed and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Song is the eldest wife of Song Lingchun, the immortal sect of the Song family in Jinyuan. She also comes from an immortal family, and she has the demeanor of a lady, dignified and elegant.

Song Lingchun respected and loved him very much.

It's a pity that Mrs. Song has been infertile for a long time since she married into the Song family. She has been seeking medical treatment for many years, but it has never been successful.

Mrs. Song persuaded Song Lingchun to take a concubine, but Song Lingchun never agreed, and the couple had a really good relationship.

However, Mrs. Song felt uneasy, so she still chose a smart and kind girl from her maidservants to give to Song Lingchun.

Well, Song Lingchun finally has an heir, and the Song family is very happy.

Mrs. Song was also relieved a lot.

Song Lingchun was very content, since the girl gave birth to her son Song Li, she no longer stayed with her, and went back to the eldest lady's room to rest.

Mrs. Song treats Song Li as her own, and loves her very much.

The days are like flowing water, slow and calm.

……

Song Li's tenth birthday, the Song family held a big banquet to celebrate it.

Song Li, who was ten years old, was also very smart and well-behaved. Song Lingchun and Mrs. Song looked at everyone with smiles on their faces and congratulated Lier.

In the middle of the banquet, Mrs. Song felt unwell and quite sick, so she went back to her room to rest first.

Song Lingchun ordered someone to invite Dr. Jin at home to show his wife a look.

"Congratulations, master, Miss is happy!" Mrs. Song's personal servant walked to Song Lingchun's side with a happy face, and said in a low voice.

"Really? That's great!" Song Lingchun said pleasantly, and immediately got up to visit Mrs. Song in the inner room.

While accepting the congratulations from others, Song Li glanced at the empty seats for his father and mother.

……

"Father, mother, it's all because of Li'er's negligence. He didn't take good care of his younger brother, so he accidentally fell into the river. Please punish him!" Song Li knelt in front of Song Lingchun and Mrs. Song, weeping bitterly.

Mrs. Song burst into tears when she saw her son Song Yang who was unconscious.

Song Yang has been weak and sick since he was born, and he has been locked up at home all day long. However, the five-year-old child is still playful, and he wants to pester his elder brother Song Li to take him out to play while others are not paying attention. He is very excited when he is in the wild, jumping up and down , somehow fell into the river...

Song Li was terrified and tried his best to fish Song Yang out of the river and bring him home.

Dr. Jin administered needles to Song Yang, who was unconscious. Song Yang spit out a lot of water, but he was still awake.

Mrs. Song walked up to Song Li, helped him up, wiped away his tears, and said, "It's not your fault, you saved Yang'er, don't think too much, go back and rest first." He straightened Song Li's clothes.

The 15-year-old Song Li is already much taller than Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song can no longer touch his head.

Song Li looked at his father Song Lingchun. Song Lingchun had no time to take care of him, so he saluted Mrs. Song and left.

Song Lingchun said to the doctor: "No matter what method or medicinal material you use, you must save my son!"

Dr. Jin nodded again and again, but felt very troubled: "The child is young, and his body is weak, so it's not easy to give strong medicines, and it's inconvenient to use utensils... Do your best."

Mrs. Song stood by Yang'er's bed, praying all the time.

For three full days and three nights, Yang'er woke up with a "wow", vomited a mouthful of blood.

Mrs. Song wept with joy in her arms.

Song Yang woke up, but his body was even weaker, and he also suffered from cough and asthma, so he could only stay in the room to recuperate every day.

……

15-year-old Song Yang looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, with a longing smile on his pale face.

He would occasionally recall a dream he had when he was five years old when he was in a coma:

He walked forward in a vast expanse of whiteness for a long, long time until he grew up and became a Taoist priest in white, with a sword on his back and a fly whisk in his hand. A white silk.

He couldn't see, and kept walking, not knowing where he was going.

"Xiao Xingchen, stop!" A man's voice sounded.

He was puzzled, "Who is Xiao Xingchen? I am obviously Song Yang."

He moved on.

Pushed by a strong force, he floated backwards until he reached the place where he started.

"Xiao Xingchen, don't forget me." It was the man who pushed him who spoke.

……

After he woke up, for some reason, there was an extra candy in his hand. It was so hard that he couldn't eat it at all.

Song Yang slowly got down from the bed, walked to the window, and carefully inspected the hard candy. It was strange that this candy did not dissipate with the change of time. It has been so small for ten years. The color is changing, becoming more and more transparent, like an amber.

He held up the candy in the sunlight, and it became more transparent. There seemed to be words engraved in the middle of the candy, vaguely.

Song Yang became interested, took out the treasure his father gave him: a magnifying glass, looked at the candy, and the words in the middle of the candy appeared: Xue Yang.

"Who is Xue Yang? Is it the name of the man in the dream? Why is his candy in my hands? Did he save my life?..."

Song Yang became even more curious.

……

"Mother, just agree with brother to take me out for a walk. I've been locked up in the mansion for ten years, and I'm really suffocating!" Song Yang coquettishly said to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song brought a bowl of medicine and said softly: "Come on, Yanger, drink the medicine first. And don't say 'death', do you want your mother's life? You almost killed your mother when you were five years old." Fate, don’t say this word in the future!”

Song Yang took the medicine and said with a smile: "Yes, Yang'er knows he was wrong, and he will never say this word again. Mother, just promise me, I will come back after I go out to have a look, I am already this old, and my body is fine A lot, and besides, my brother's swordsmanship is very good, so I finally begged him to move him."

Mrs. Song smiled slightly and said: "Okay, you can go, it's rare that someone as busy as your brother is willing to accompany you, but you must come back early."

Song Yang drank the medicine in one gulp. Although the medicine was bitter, his smile was very sweet, "Thank you, mother!"

Song Yang happily put on his clothes, went to find his brother Song Li, and the two of them took a carriage for a stroll in Jinyuan City.

Jinyuan City is very lively, there is an endless stream of people selling and shopping.

Song Yang sat in the car, opened the curtain and happily looked at the dazzling array of items on both sides of the market.

Elder brother Song Li looked at his younger brother dotingly, smiled and shook his head, "What a kid!"

"Brother, brother, there is a candy seller over there. There is a lot of candy. Can I buy some?" Song Yang said excitedly, pointing at the candy stand.

"Let me go and buy it for you. I'm afraid that the wind will blow you away with your body, and then father and mother will be sad again." Song Li laughed.

"Brother, how old am I? I won't be so weak. Just get out of the car and buy some candy. It will be fine. I want to go and see for myself." Song Yang said coquettishly.

Song Li couldn't stand his younger brother's acting like a baby, so he agreed with a smile, and then got out of the car with him to buy candy.

Song Yang looked at the colorful candies and smiled like a child. He picked some of each kind of candy, and then his brother Song Li went to pay the bill.

Song Yang was about to peel off a candy when he saw the bright eyes of several little beggars nearby staring at the candy in his hand. He immediately took a handful and gave them to them one by one. One of the little beggars found that his left little finger was broken. I felt more pity in my heart, so I gave him two more candies.

"Thank you big brother!" The little beggar with severed fingers thanked him.

"You're welcome, what's your name?" Song Yang smiled.

"My name is Xue Yang." The little beggar with severed fingers replied.

"Xue Yang?... Such a familiar name..." Song Yang thought.

"Yangyang, go back!" Brother Song Li shouted.

Song Yang immediately turned around and left, not remembering the name after all.

Song Yang returned home and showed Mrs. Song the colorful candies he bought, and Mrs. Song smiled dotingly.

"Mom, let me go out to buy candy after I finish eating these candies, okay?" Song Yang laughed.

"Okay, these medicines are so bitter, it's hard for you to drink them for so many years. I heard that eating sugar is good for coughing, so I should buy more sugar for you." Mrs. Song smiled.

Song Yang was very happy, and his appetite improved a little, and he drank half a bowl of soup for dinner.

Back in the room, Song Yang put the candy in the jar, and suddenly remembered that there was an amber candy, and then he remembered the word "Xue Yang".

"That little beggar is so pitiful. He seems to be called 'Xue Yang', the same name as the man in the dream. Why don't I bring him to the mansion and play with me?" Song Yang said to himself.

Do it when you think about it, Song Yang immediately ran to beg Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song naturally did not refuse. The Song Mansion is so big, there is not one more child to eat, so she immediately sent people to the market to find the little beggar with severed fingers.

"Come on, Xue Yang, you will be my personal servant from now on. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, and of course you don't have to worry about sugar." Song Yang smiled and said to Xue Yang who had changed into clean clothes.

"Yes, young master. Thank you, young master!" Although Xue Yang was young, he was polite.

"Hey, don't be strangers like this, just call me 'Brother Yang'." Song Yang laughed again.

"Yes, brother Yang." Xue Yang immediately changed his words.

It was rare for Mrs. Song to see Yang'er so happy, and she was quite relieved.

……

"Brother Yang, be careful!" Xue Yang pushed Song Yang away, and a galloping horse knocked Xue Yang away.

Xue Yang vomited blood, and immediately fell unconscious.

"Xue Yang, Xue Yang!" Song Yang got up and ran to Xue Yang's side, hugged him and shouted, then picked him up and ran to his carriage.

"Quick, go home!" Song Yang urged.

The coachman drove the carriage all the way, and Song Yang saw Xue Yang in his arms bleeding profusely, and was extremely anxious.

"Quick, hurry up and invite Doctor Jin!" Song Yang carried Xue Yang into the mansion, and urgently ordered his servants.

Song Yang put Xue Yang, who was covered in blood, on his bed. He couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood, slid down softly while holding the bed rails, and passed out.

"Yang'er!" Mrs. Song cried out when she saw Song Yang who had passed out.

……

"Yang'er, come on, drink the medicine. Don't be too sad, it will hurt your health too much. Xue Yang is a good boy, he will have a good pregnancy, we have invited the best mage for him." Mrs. Song said Passed the medicinal soup to Song Yang, and comforted him.

Song Yang has been sleeping and waking up these days, waking up and sleeping again, feeling groggy, as if his soul had come out of his body.

When he woke up that day, Mrs. Song still kept the news of Xue Yang's death from him, fearing that his body would not be able to bear it.

That's why he always thought that Xue Yang was still alive in those few days.

But for some reason, he always dreamed of Xue Yang when he fell asleep.

During the two years Xue Yang came to his house, he accompanied him every day to read, write, draw, eat candy, fold candy and paper flowers, release wind kites, be in a daze, talk about the outside world, accompany him to buy candy, toys, and various things... …

Song Yang is very happy every day, and his health is much better.

But, but, why isn't Xue Yang here anymore?

"It's all my own useless body!"

Song Yang heard the news that Xue Yang was dead, so he fainted again at that moment.

"Mother, go back and rest. You've lost a lot of weight. I'll sleep for a while too." Song Yang said to Mrs. Song after drinking the medicine.

Mrs. Song was a little worried, but she didn't know what to say, so she nodded and left.

Song Yang lay down slowly and closed his eyes.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes.

"Xiao Xingchen, I saved you twice, and I paid off everything I owed you. Don't hate me anymore." That man's voice.

"Who the hell are you? Why should I hate you?" Song Yang shouted in the white mist.

"I'm Xue Yang. Xiao Xingchen, don't forget me." Xue Yang's voice was a little erratic.

"Where are you? I can't see you?" Song Yang shouted anxiously.

In the vast white mist, there was no sound.

.......

"Xue Yang!" Song Yang woke up from his dream.

He struggled to get up, he was going to see Xue Yang's coffin.

The Song Mansion's side hall is holding a ceremony for Xue Yang, and the Song family is very grateful to this kind and righteous servant boy.

Song Yang staggered to Xue Yang's mourning hall where mourning music was played.

"Young master, why are you here?" the housekeeper asked in surprise, and hurried over to support Song Yang who was sick.

"Xue Yang died saving me. I'll see him off. Help me there." Song Yang said softly with a pale face.

The housekeeper helped Song Yang to the side of Xue Yang's coffin, and motioned for his servants to report to his wife.

Song Yang pushed the coffin, but it couldn't be moved, so the butler helped him push it away, exposing Xue Yang's upper body.

Song Yang really wanted to shed tears, but it takes strength to shed tears, and he really didn't have much strength left.

He stretched out his hand and stuffed the amber candy he was holding into Xue Yang's hand. The moment his hand touched, the past flashed into his mind like a picture...

"Xue Yang...why do you bother?...I..." Song Yang clutched his chest and choked up, then spit out a big mouthful of blood, and fell limply beside Xue Yang's coffin.

"Young master, young master!" the housekeeper yelled.

This time, Song Yang didn't wake up...