Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 170

Why is it so ! How can it be fair ? Why are evil men still living ? Why can ’ t I live a normal life with my parents around ! ’ He thought , as he got choked by his tears . It seemed like he had already escaped from the tenacious grip of the landlord and his men … But still he couldn ’ t stop running . He heard the howl of wind passing by him , saw the land that was left behind him , and all of a sudden , he got faint and passed out ……
There was a wrinkled face , staring at the boy fatherly as he opened his eyes . It turned out the old man was an abbot of the Shaolin Monastery , and he saved the boy when he was going for a walk . As he said , the boy looked pale when he found him . Soon enough they got acquainted with each other , the abbot heard the poor boy ’ s story and felt really sorry for him , he promised the boy that he would defend him against the injustice . The boy was taken in and was taught Kungfu .
Years later , a beard was grown on the monk ’ s face , he was no longer a boy . Instead , he had become this tremendously supernatural knight , who no longer had fear . He grew taller , gained more weight , but the only thing that didn ’ t change was the look in his eyes . Even after all these years , the hostility to the person who killed his parents should never be forgotten .
He went to the grave to see his parents . It has been years since he last visited , the surroundings were changed . The two tall trees that he listened to his mom telling stories under were chopped down , and strange buildings were built . Even though , the smell of this place never changed , and as he was walking , his eyes were wetted , for the first time in years .
Unexpectedly , the person he saw at his father ’ s grave was someone so familiar , the image was never blurred in his mind . It was his absolutely irreconcilable enemy …… The landlord .
‘ What the hell is he doing here , trying to kill my parents again ?’ The boy sneered . ‘ You ’ d rather be courting death , wouldn ’ t you !’ He picked up his sword , and again , confidently without thinking , he thrust at the landlord ......
The sword penetrated into the body … The landlord turned around and surprisingly , tears were filled in his eyes . The blood burst out his body , and he fell , as he never did before . He was dead .
The boy glanced at the landlord with the coldest expression , and left him there . He slowly walked towards the tombstones , noticing that the tombstones of his parents ’ were majestically built , and the name carved on them were as delicate . That shouldn ’ t be right for the abuse of civilians like them . Both of his parents had titles , liquor was put as tributes .
The boy went to the landlord ’ s chamber to find out clues . The chamber looked so grand . Despite the luxury clothes of the landlord , what he could also see were possession of great value . He also found a picture that was kept elaborately , one of them was the landlord when he was young , which he easily recognized . The other two were absolutely strangers , but looked familiar on some levels ……
The boy had finally accomplished his target , so he found a shelter and settled down .
It was a white image . Three children were frolicking in the pure snow . One of the boy with the biggest smile on his face took out a well-made dagger , and gave it to the other boy as a birthday present . They laughed , they played , they jumped for joy . But suddenly , the image became red and bloody , a battle had just finished . The boy who gave out the dagger had already grown up , he kneeled down in front of two graves and choked with sobs . It was his two old friends who were dead . The fragments alternated in between , he stood up and suddenly , dressed in gowns , angrily announced to his men that the two people who broke his precious jewelry were to be burnt at the stake . Then the wealthy powerful man recognized the dagger that stabbed him was the one given out to his best friend , and the person who stabbed him was his best friend ’ s son . Satirically , he realized how the poor boy would have felt , to have his step-parents burnt at his hand . So he kneeled down again , but this time , in front of the grave of the person he killed , and cried bitterly . What kind of life he gave to his best friend ’ s son killing his stepped-parents ……