Sidestory 3: The Crow In The Rainy Night 1

Ye Yunzhou watched the sparse rain showering the night with both hands propping up his chin.

He was surprisingly mature for a twelve-year-old boy. Even though his face still had a youthful innocence, his forehead showed signs of a seasoned maturity.

The boy was born in a very small village consisting of only several dozen families. His ancestors have all been good-natured farmers in this village.

He was lost in thoughts while gazing at the cold rain that helps him forget about the past. Upon his birth was also the death of his mother while his father succumbed to the toil of life when he was eight.

Fortunately, he had three decent farm plots on top of the occasional assistance from his neighbors. This allowed him to barely have clothes and a full stomach.

This was the age of dreams and fantasy. Despite making just enough to eat, he still had his own dreams during this rain watch.

He dreamed of the day when he could become an immortal, freed from sadness and worries, dressed with golden robes and satiated with wondrous meals, a life of freedom while soaring through the heaven and earth.

He has heard the adults talk about immortals before. One hundred miles away from the village was a divine mountain with a sect called Southern Creek. Within were immortals capable of doing all the things he yearned about.

His eyes lit up whenever he thought about them with an unquenchable ambition for cultivation. This was because two days ago, an amazing immortal came to Wu Qis house. He rode the clouds and trod on the winds then descended from the sky. After his visit, he took Wu Qi in as a disciple.

This immortal was called the Purepine Ancient Saint, a big character from a faraway immortal sect.

Wu Qi grew up together with Ye Yunzhou. They were extremely close so Yunzhou was very happy for Wu Qi.

A chilling breeze blew by causing Yunzhou to shudder. He calmed down and looked up to see that the roof of his house was leaking water. He had to slightly shift to the side.

When his father was still around, his house had two rooms and one hallway but one room has collapsed now, leaving behind his own leaky room.

His belly rumbled. It was another night of hunger as the boy reached into his dried food pouch. There was not much left so he had to swallow his saliva and endure this hunger to save it. When the rain ended, he could go find other food.

Boom! Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed in through the window. It was a dark crow that decided to land on the string by his bed.

The crow shook its body causing water to spray everywhere. Yunzhou had to dodge and couldnt do anything about the little bird.

It has been staying at his place for several days now with no fear of strangers. It nonchalantly treated this place as its home.

After coming inside, the crow didnt bother looking at Yunzhou at all. It lowered its head into its feathers and seemed to be sleeping.

You couldnt find any food outside? The boy asked softly. He has grown familiar with this intruder taking his room for its own and felt that this was how it should be.

In the morning, the crow would leave and didnt return until now. Yunzhou actually thought that it wasnt coming back.

The crow had no reaction and ignored the boy completely without moving its body.

After seeing the crows dispirited appearance, he reached into his dried food pouch and salivated. After a moment of hesitation, he still took some food out and placed it before the crow to say: Eat this if you are hungry. I still have some left.

The crow still buried its head in its feathers and didnt care for the boy. He was surprised for a bit and felt that it was quite funny. Why was he trying to talk to a crow that wouldnt understand him in the first place?

I forgot, how can you know what Im saying? Youre just a crow. He smiled wryly and scratched his head.

But the crowd suddenly lifted its head and stared coldly at him. His smile froze after seeing this peering gaze. This crow seemed to be able to understand him!

He found it inconceivable like in a dream. A crow capable of understanding humans. No one would ever believe this.

After a while, he showed the food on his palm again and said: Do, do you want to eat? He wasnt certain of his hunch.

However, the crow ignored him and resumed the resting position inside its feathers.

He felt as if he saw a look of contempt in the crow as if it was high and mighty and wouldnt stoop down to eat his dried ration.

I, I must be dreaming. He pinched his face and murmured.

After being scorned by the crow, he went back to his spot and sat down with both hands hugging his knees while staring at the crow.

What kind of crow was this? Could it really understand humans or was it just his illusion? In this short period, the boy let his imagination run wild.