Tang San suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, turned around, and saw Tang Dieyi standing there holding a food box with a worried smile on his face.
"Dieyi?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously put his bleeding hand behind his back, "Why are you here?"
"I see you have been sitting here alone for a long time, and I am worried about you." Tang Dieyi walked up to him, placed the food box on the stone table, opened the lid, and the aroma of steaming brown sugar lotus seed porridge and bean paste buns instantly filled the air. "I just made something to eat in the kitchen. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat it while it's hot."
She took out a spoon, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Tang San. Then she picked up a red bean paste bun, peeled it off and handed it to him. "Try it and see if it still tastes the way you like it."
Tang San took the warm bowl of porridge, and the warmth from his fingertips flowed throughout his body along the blood vessels, dispelling the chill in his heart.
He lowered his head and looked at the sweet lotus seed porridge in the bowl, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Growing up, no one except his dead mother had ever cared about him so much.
Dad always only drank and ignored him.
Xiao Wu will only order him around and let him buy this or that, but will never ask him if he is hungry or cold.
Only Tang Dieyi can remember what he likes to eat and make him a bowl of hot porridge when he is sad.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Tang Dieyi asked suspiciously as he watched him hesitate to move the spoon.
"No." Tang San shook his head, sniffed hard, picked up the spoon, and drank the porridge in big gulps.
The hot porridge slides into the throat, sweet but with a hint of salty taste.
He knew that it was the smell of tears.
Tang Dieyi sat next to him quietly, without speaking, and just silently handed him the bean paste buns.
After Tang San finished eating, she said softly, "I know you feel bad."
Tang San paused, raised his head, and looked at her nervously, thinking she knew something.
Tang Dieyi smiled, patted his shoulder gently, and said in a gentle tone, "I know, you must feel uncomfortable when you hear others scolding Clear Sky Sect like this. After all, Clear Sky Sect was once the number one sect in the world, and anyone who has such a scum would feel uncomfortable."
She deliberately avoided Tang San's life experience and only talked about the Clear Sky Sect, giving him enough dignity.
"But you have to know," Tang Dieyi looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Tang Hao and Tang Yuehua's fault is their own fault and has nothing to do with anyone else. Clear Sky Sect has many innocent disciples, and no one in this world is born to bear the sins of others."
"You are you, they are them. You don't have to be responsible for other people's mistakes, and you don't have to feel sad because of other people's opinions."
"You just need to be yourself. As long as you are strong enough, one day, everyone will see your light and recognize you."
Tang San stared blankly at Tang Dieyi, seeing the sincere care and tenderness in her eyes, the iceberg in her heart melted a little bit.
He nodded vigorously, with a hint of sobs in his voice. "Yes, I understand, Dieyi."
"That's right." Tang Dieyi smiled and reached out to rub his hair, "Eat the rest quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold. When you finish eating, we will practice together. In the competition in two years' time, we will win the championship together."
"Okay."
Tang San lowered his head and continued to eat the red bean paste buns, but a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, he suddenly bit into the bean paste bun, his teeth dug into the soft dough, and the sweet bean paste filling squeezed out from between his fingers, covering his hands, but he didn't even notice it.
Tang San.
He thought of another self again.
This name was like a poisoned needle, pricking into his most sensitive and inferior nerves.
Why?
Why can he stand openly in the sun, be held in the palm of Bibi Dong's hands, and be admired by people across the continent? Why doesn't he have to bear the infamy of "the son of a traitor" and hide in fear of being discovered? How come he has all the resources Spirit Hall has devoted to him since he was born, has been personally taught by Titled Douluo, and has become a adjudicating deacon at a young age, with infinite glory?
And what about yourself?
I can only be like a rat in the gutter, hiding my life experience, listening to others calling my father and aunt a traitor and a madman, without even daring to say a word of defense.
I could only chew hard steamed buns, work hard in Star Dou Forest for a Soul Ring, and run all over Suotuo City to buy crab roe buns for a casual order from Xiao Wu.
He Tang San has everything, but which one does he not have?
The same Twin Martial Souls, the same Innate Full Soul Power, the same past life memories, even in terms of mind, tolerance, and mastery of Tang Sect Secret Arts, I am by no means worse than him!
But just because he was lucky enough to be taken away by the Spirit Hall.
Tang San's knuckles clenched tighter and tighter, and the newly scabbed wound on the palm of his hand opened again, and blood mixed with bean paste dripped onto the stone table, spreading into a dazzling red.
The frost in his eyes that had just been melted by Tang Dieyi's gentleness re-frozen in an instant, adding a bit of tempered resentment and unwillingness.
"Third brother? What's wrong with you?"
Tang Dieyi was startled by his sudden change, and quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe the bean paste and blood on his hands. "Are you burned? Eat slowly, no one will fight with you."
The moment the warm handkerchief touched his fingertips, Tang San jerked his hand back as if he had been burned.
He raised his head, and the fragility and sadness on his face had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a thick layer of coldness and paranoia. He forced a smile and shook his head, "It's okay, I accidentally bit my tongue."
Tang Dieyi looked at the flash of scarlet in his eyes, and felt a little uneasy.
She opened her mouth, wanting to ask him what was wrong, but looking at Tang San's tightly closed lips, she finally swallowed her words.
She knew that there were too many things hidden in Tang San's heart, too many secrets that couldn't be told. If he didn't want to tell them, she couldn't ask.
"It's okay." Tang Dieyi smiled softly and pushed the remaining red bean paste buns in front of him, "If it's not enough, I'll go to the kitchen and steam another one for you."
"No, that's enough." Tang San picked up a red bean paste bun and peeled it off slowly, but his movements were slow and deliberate.
He lowered his head to prevent Tang Dieyi from seeing the surging emotions in his eyes.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if I'm not as good as him now.
I also have Yunxiao, the divine envoy.
Lord God Envoy is an envoy sent by the God of Thunder. He is blessed by gods and is much more powerful than those people from the Spirit Hall.
As long as you follow the Lord God Envoy, you will definitely become stronger quickly.
Continental Young Soul Master Tournament two years later is your chance to make a comeback.
When the time comes, he will defeat Tang San with his own hands in front of everyone in the continent. He will let the aloof ruling deacon also taste the taste of failure and the taste of being stepped on.
He wants to take away everything from Tang San - his glory, his status, his Spirit Hall, and his adoptive mother Bibi Dong.
Everything Tang San owns should be his.
One day, he will take it all back bit by bit.
Tang San stuffed the last red bean paste bun into his mouth, chewed it hard, and swallowed it. The sweet taste spread in his mouth, but it could not suppress the bitterness and anger surging in his heart.
He stood up and nodded slightly to Tang Dieyi: "Thank you, Dieyi. The porridge is delicious, and the bean paste buns are also delicious."
"Why are you being polite to me?" Tang Dieyi packed the food box and said with a smile, "Let's go, didn't you say you want to practice? I'll accompany you to the back mountain."
"Okay."
Tang San followed Tang Dieyi and walked towards the back mountain.
The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground. Tang Dieyi walks in front, her skirt swaying gently with her footsteps, like a light butterfly.
Tang San looked at her back, a complicated light flashed in her eyes.
In this cold world, perhaps only Tang Dieyi is truly good to herself.
But this good thing is not enough.
He wants more.
He wants to stand on top of the world, wants everyone to look up to him, wants Xiao Wu to stay by his side willingly, and wants Tang San to kneel in front of him and repent.
For these, he can pay any price.
In the woods at the back of the mountain, Yunxiao was leaning on a big tree, closing his eyes and meditating.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tang San and Tang Dieyi approaching, with an imperceptible sneer on his lips.
Tang San can see what he is thinking.
Jealousy? Unwillingness? Resentment?
Very good.
The more such a person is, the easier it is to be controlled.
Tang San, please don't let me down.
Yunxiao straightened up, patted the dust on his body, and showed a "gentle" smile to Tang San, "Tang San, you came just in time. I just wanted to go find you. Starting tomorrow, I will personally guide you in your cultivation."
Tang San's eyes lit up instantly, and all the haze was swept away, leaving only ecstasy and excitement.
He immediately bowed deeply to Yunxiao with an extremely respectful tone. "Thank you, Lord Envoy! This disciple will definitely live up to your expectations!"
Seeing Tang San's enthusiastic look, the smile on Yunxiao's face became even thicker.