Chapter 636 - 317 Zhu Suji_1
The Little Monk pouted his lips, his eyes rims reddening and his eyebrows furrowed into a twisted rope. His shaved head gleamed, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass window.
If she didn’t pay attention to his baldness and the scars on his head, Qian Yixiu felt he looked like her own younger brother, wronged and aggrieved.
She felt sorry for him. From the first moment she saw him, she felt a pang of compassion, even though at the time he was acting all high and mighty.
Seeing the Little Monk sit gloomily by the desk, Qian Yixiu laughed and asked, "What’s wrong, did you fail to learn your astronomy well, and got scolded to tears by your master?"
He had come to Guiyuan a few days before and told Qian Yixiu that his master praised him for having a talent for Astrono Skills. She smiled and praised him, but deep down she was sarcastically unimpressed. Astrono Skills were just about observing the weather changes, not celestial phenomena, so why the fuss? She always felt that being with the Old Monk, one should focus on learning what the Old Monk was best at.
Everyone said the Old Monk was an Immortal, hence his greatest skills were fortune-telling, physiognomy, and observing celestial phenomena. In this regard, the Little Monk didn’t seem to have learned much. Qian Yixiu would often jokingly ask him what her future husband would be like, how many children she would have, guess her number of past lives... and so on.
The Little Monk could not answer any of these questions, and eventually, annoyed, he would tell her she was shameless, as no proper young lady would ask such things.
But when it came to Astrono Skills, he would get enthusiastic. If today was overcast, then tomorrow would be clear, or rain was expected in three days’ time. And believe it or not, his predictions were mostly accurate.
The Little Monk didn’t find Qian Yixiu’s teasing funny in the least. He sighed deeply, sniffled, and his eyes began to glisten with tears again.
Qian Yixiu had never seen the Little Monk cry before, and seeing him so heartbroken, she too became a bit flustered. She pulled over an embroidered stool to sit by his side and asked, "Little brother, what’s wrong with you?"
Before, whenever Qian Yixiu called him little brother, he would beam with joy, his eyes curving into crescents.
This time he did not smile. Instead, he sniffled again and said softly, "Sister, I have learned about my origins. I know who my birth parents are. They didn’t abandon me; they are no longer in this world. It turns out; I was an orphan without parents from birth."