69: Chapter 68 You Reap What You Sow

Jiang Hanwen suppressed his killing intent and said seriously:

"That book, I wrote it for him. He asked me to give it to you so you could settle down in the Medicine Field."

Su Xin, who had been retreating steadily, broke down again.

Her face flushed with effort, and she yelled with all her Qi:

"Impossible!"

"I have no need to lie to you. Old Du is considered my guide.

He said he wanted to save you and asked for my help.

As long as he is happy, this position in the Medicine Field is not even a fart.

So, I used this book to exchange for the map in his house.

Su Xin, are you worthy of him?"

"Impossible!

Impossible! No one wouldn't want to climb higher. You must have read the book and are deliberately lying to me.

Jiang Hanwen, you're a grown man, is it meaningful to lie to me!

Yes, it must be like this, you are lying to me, lying to me!"

Su Xin screamed hysterically, and unknowingly, blood-red tears flowed from her eyes.

She remembered that the map was indeed missing. At the time, her daughter had even asked why the wall was painted white.

In the air, it seemed as if a sound of heartbreak echoed.

"Thump!"

With disheveled hair, Su Xin slumped to the ground, muttering in a daze: "You're lying to me, you're lying to me..."

After a long while, her tears dried, and her crying stopped.

Raising her head, Su Xin seemed to have aged fifty years in an instant. Her once smooth, beautiful hair was dry and withered, like dying grass on the ground, drooping lifelessly over her head. Her eye sockets were deeply sunken, her fair cheeks no longer existed, becoming sallow and wrinkled, utterly devoid of vitality.

Su Xin said nothing, just stared blankly at Jiang Hanwen.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave. She recalled how, over the past twenty-odd years, she had gradually transformed from a lively, kind woman into the cold-blooded, vain, and unscrupulous person she was today.

As you sow, so shall you reap. At that time, she only cared about a glamorous identity, craving to look down from an even higher position.

She forgot that fate treats everyone equally. Every item in life, the moment it is obtained, is already priced and non-refundable.

They were a pair of clean eyes. In a trance, Jiang Hanwen returned to that summer twenty years ago.

Su Xin, who usually had a tomboyish temper, had changed into a neat long dress, standing gracefully in the central courtyard. A gentle breeze blew, and she smiled, shyly yet directly asking him, "Do I look good?"

That was the beginning of his acquaintance with Su Xin's gentle side, but also the end.

If life were only like the first meeting, what sorrow would the autumn wind bring to a painted fan?

Her dry lips moved, and Su Xin asked in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Hanwen, if I had chosen you back then, would I have ended up like this today?"

"Perhaps I would have died even earlier than Zhuang Bai." After speaking, Jiang Hanwen laughed, his heart a mix of emotions.

He had no carnal desire for Su Xin; more so, it was a feeling of hating her for not striving and pitying her misfortune, seeing an old friend fall.

Life cannot be relived. Standing at the end of time, playing Monday morning quarterback, one might think choosing another path would lead to a different scenery.

Little do they know, there is no right or wrong in any choice. Every path has its inevitability. If the seed is problematic, even the most fertile land cannot grow beautiful flowers.

If Su Xin had chosen him back then, would she have been willing to toil in the fields with him for twenty years, day in and day out? Would she, as a Young Miss, have been willing to participate in elderly care?

Unlikely.

At that time, if she had put a few green hats on him, Jiang Hanwen would have killed her first.

"Your mouth is truly poisonous. Tone it down a bit, or you won't find a wife in the future." Her tone was as calm as if talking to a friend. Su Xin suddenly laughed, and on her wrinkled face, two dimples appeared, just like twenty years ago.

"I owe my father; I will repay him.

I've told Yue'er and the others that you are my only friend. If they ask, just say I went to avenge my father."

After speaking, Su Xin slowly closed her eyes. A dark green stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her clean inner garment, like a stain, or perhaps the period marking the end of her life's journey.

Jiang Hanwen placed his fingers on Su Xin's neck; there was no pulse. She was dead.

The poison sac in her mouth had been there for some time.

Man dies for wealth, birds die for food.

No matter how cunning you are, how many tricks you play, you cannot escape being buried in the wilderness.

A quarter of an hour later, the stain was purified in the firelight, spiraling upwards, ascending to the heavens, and falling as a light drizzle.

Wind blew the rain, leaves rustled, and a hazy white mist rose all around, playing the final elegy for death.

The earth was a silent tomb, quietly swallowing Reincarnation.

All dust returns to dust, earth to earth.

In the continuous drizzle, Jiang Hanwen looked at the two children's room from afar, softly murmuring:

"Little fellow, the kite I promised you, I'm afraid it can't be flown now."

At midnight, his old father, who had gone out for recreation with Xiao Bu Dian, was brought back.

"Hoo~ hoo~ huff." On the bed, his father's snores set a rhythm; he was sleeping soundly.

Seeing his father sleeping peacefully, Jiang Hanwen felt very reassured, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upwards.

To live in this world, is it youthful arrogance, contending with the heroes of the world, or riding a horse and whipping it, wandering the ends of the earth, or calculating everything, using every means possible... Everyone has their own way of living, and every way of living has no distinction of superiority or inferiority.

The world only knows that Jiang Hanwen chose quietness, but it does not know that within quietness hides a struggle.

Under the ceaseless flow of the river of time, whether it was Old Shang's repayment or Su Xin's sudden awakening, all will turn into bubbles, becoming grains of sand at the bottom of the river, returning to silence beneath the endless riverbed.

It is only by not contending that none in the world can contend with him.

One day, time will crush everything for him.