To cool her mind, Lantian went to the gambling store and played till the evening. She lost a lot, but she did not care. She told the store owner to get money from her house, and then she got out with a wine jar in hand towards the suburb area in the north.
Not many people were familiar with this space since there was nothing fun over here, just a hill, and on its top, there was a log, which was made of wood.
If looking with eyes from afar, it was a normal house or some people might call it a hut. But if going to look closely or if the skillful people saw it, they would notice that this should not be a homestay for normal citizens because not only the size of the house or the land but also the style and material that the house was made of.
Return to Lantian; she climbed that hill at a slower pace than her usual feet moving until she reached the wicket gate of the not-famous abode, and she opened it and walked in freely till she arrived at a wooden porch by a stream. Next, she jumped to sit and knelt on one knee on the railing.
Before, the orange-colored sun was rolling behind the mountain. Lantian raised the jar to her lips and poured wine into her throat while her eyes were watching the golden light of the round object over the surface of the water flow. Frequently, the wind came and cuddled her face gently, and with the coolness it carried along with it, bit by bit, her mind calmed down. However, the upset was not wiped away at all, and once in a while, she threw a long wind out of her nostrils to go with the air.
At the entrance of the porch, a pale-faced young man, who looked older than her, was walking in. Over his body was a plain white dress, and his hair didn't have anything fancy, just a plain style the same as his dress. But although he decorated himself commonly, his charm was on show, and the interesting point was he had much gleam, similar to Lantian; the difference was his height, which was quite taller.
This was Wu Feng, the eldest son of Wu Guang.
"Today is his death anniversary," Lantian uttered when her brother arrived at the railing.
In a low pitch, Wu Feng showed his question, "Do you argue with Father again?"
"I don't want to, but it always happens on this day," Lantian confessed before she raised up the wine jar to drink.
"It has been five years. You should drop it."
A heavy blow from her mouth, and her eyes were looking lower. "It's a human life. How can I drop it?" She said.
"Even though he is our father."
"I know, but I really don't know how to forget it. I cannot forget it." Lantian re-lifted the jar to drink the alcoholic water.
Her face showed everything that was in her mind, making Wu Feng see clearly that she was very unhappy. In this world, no one could understand the pain she was going through, and no one could feel the hardness she was holding. For a twenty-year-old girl, that was a very heavy thing, and it was not easy to put down. Sometimes, Wu Feng felt he was not a good brother because he didn't have the ability to help his sister, even to share her heaviness. Nevertheless, no one could help the rock that Lantian was grabbing; she herself was the one who could save herself. What he could do was stand next to her to accompany her, quietly.
The sun in front was going down nonstop but in a creepy way till it was gone behind the mountain peak. Then at once, the sky became navy blue.
"I'm going back," Lantian said, and then she got off the railing.
"Are you going home or somewhere else?" Wu Feng asked.
"I will go to Wan Hua Lou, and then I will go home," Lantian replied honestly.
"Don't go home late. Eldest Mother will be worried."
Lantian nodded and raised her palm. "I know. I leave now." When she was off the porch, a man wearing the same style as Wu Feng, in his hands holding a tray, arrived. "Third miss," he bowed and paid respect to her; however, Lantian didn't stop; she just wagged her head once and left.
"Young master," the new guy turned to Wu's son, and he put the tray on the table, "it's time to take medicine."
"Um." Wu Feng nodded.