Chapter 112: The Past (I)

The wind, quietly blowing over the rocks, blew into our ears along with Uncle Johnny's voice.

"This is Queya, or this is where Queya's last sustenance lies." This is Uncle Johnny's opening line, and the one he says is the red flower that sways slightly on the edge of the rock.

Although I expected it, I was still a little surprised to hear Uncle Johnny really say this, Uncle Johnny's sister's soul is really pinned on a red flower? After all these years, why has Uncle Johnny never been to this place?

At that moment, I had a desire to open my eyes and see what was really behind the safflower? Will it make me see a beautiful Indian woman who is its true form?

But I wouldn't do that, in fact, when it's not necessary, it's impolite and even provocative to open the eyes of the sky to spy on the soul, and it's Uncle Johnny's sister, and Uncle Johnny won't agree to it if I do it.

As if he had spied on my thoughts, Uncle Johnny looked at the red flower and said, "Do you want to see the beautiful Aoya?" Then in the evening when the song sounds, you will see it. Wait a minute, maybe you'll see it too, but for now, put away your curiosity and don't disturb its peace. ”

When Uncle Johnny said this, the red flower began to sway gently again, as if in response to Uncle Johnny, and Uncle Johnny stood up, looked into the distance of this deep pool and said: "It was many years ago, and now that I think about it, it is so long ago that it is like I am watching another person's story, the same is just that whether it is my story or someone else's story, if I open this past again, the deepest part of my soul will drip blood." I never think I'm not wrong, but I have to admit that some of my mistakes are really too difficult and too difficult, and the most difficult thing to accept is that when you really face your mistakes, but the price has already been paid. ”

When he said this, Uncle Johnny habitually wanted to touch the wine, but his tin flask that he casually threw many times was really thrown away by him this time, where did he find it?

So, he could only smile awkwardly, then squatted down, gently stroked the swaying red flower, and then said in a low voice: "Where to start?" Very little, very young."

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In 1872, Tripathi. Sharma was born on an estate on the outskirts of a major city in India.

At that time, India was still under British colonial rule, but all this did not affect the privileged life that Sharma could get from birth, Sharma, an ancient surname, had long been destined for his nobility, and his parents were not the kind of people who had noble blood, and had no real power and wealth in their hands.

"My parents are kind, it seems to me that way. At that time, the world was undoubtedly in dire straits, and the change of science and technology was destined to bring about changes in the world pattern, with wars spreading everywhere, and a new round of emerging countries strengthened by science and technology everywhere, conquering ancient, wealthy countries with a long history. My country is undoubtedly mired in this conquest, which makes my parents miserable, but unable to do anything about it, and is more devoted to religion, and sincere belief in it has made them more kind than the other nobles, but only a little more kind. In general, my home is like a paradise, a paradise under the protection of my parents, they didn't let me have too much contact with the world in my childhood, and even their pain, such as obviously hating being colonized, but for the sake of power and wealth, or peace, I had to meet him, and with those Englishmen Zhou Xuan "Uncle Johnny summed up his childhood life in such a sentence.

In any case, at that time, the little Sharma did not have such a deep understanding of his parents.

He is just growing up happily in such a paradise environment, under the care of his kind bottom line parents.

He had a good life, the best education, and religious baptism, and his childhood was not lonely, because he had a playmate named Patel, and no matter what he was doing, he always had Patel's company, and because of this companionship, Patel got the same conditions as Sharma, such as a good life, a good education, and a good religious baptism

"If the truth were to be told, it would have been inconceivable in the eyes of others, but our family didn't tell the truth to anyone. That is, Patel is actually a Dalit, a person who is even lower than the lowest caste under the caste system. You can think of it as 'untouchables', or 'enslaved unclean'. Even the lowest castes will not come near them, because they are filthy, they do not deserve to have a name, in short, there are too many rules to trample on this lowest race. When I was a child, I didn't know that Patel was a Dalit. Uncle Johnny said of Patel's appearance.

Yes, little Sharma didn't know that Patel was a Dalit, in fact, what if he knew? In the innocent world of a child, the judgment of everything is very simple, he and I can talk, we have a lot of fun together, he is very good to me, it is enough to build a friendship.

Status, status, money, disparity are not reasons!

In Sharma's eyes, Patel is a very handsome boy, not only that, he also has a strong body and a smart brain, and even when he was baptized in religion and learned everything about religion, Patel also showed that he was more talented than Sharma, although Sharma's talent had already made people exclaim.

But all this did not make Sharma jealous, because the memories of the past eight years of growth soon flowed back to Sharma, letting Sharma know that Patel was one of the best people in the world for him, he was like an older brother who guarded his younger brother, guarding Sharma, even if it was a dispute between naughty boys, he always stood in front of Sharma, even if his head was beaten and bleeding.

"You can not do this next time, I can also let them taste my strength, my boxing, and even yoga have been learned very well. Patel, you can't always let yourself get hurt. Sharma once said to Patel.

It was the first time he saw the deep sadness in Patel's eyes: "Even if you are very powerful, I can't let you be hurt in the slightest." Sharma, you don't know the difference between me and you, well, even without these differences, from the bottom of my heart, I'm willing to do it, and I'm grateful for this life. ”

Sharma didn't understand these words at the time, but for the first time, he felt the distance between Patel and him, and Patel's incredible precociousness.

Time passed quietly, and it was also when Patel was ten years old and Sharma was eight years old, Sharma's sister was born, Valicia. Sharma, in addition, she has a cute nickname - Aoya!

"She is a lovely, innocent and kind girl to the point of heartbreak, forgive me for piling up all the best adjectives in the world, because she deserves such praise Her birth is like bringing sunshine to our family and bringing something different to my life and that of Patel, well, what? In the masculine world of two boys, there is suddenly a soft, kind and beautiful girl who belongs to her. Patel and I love her, love her, and care about her. Speaking of Rya, Uncle Johnny's tone is unconsciously gentle, and we can all feel his love for his sister, sincerely, from the love of an older brother.

It was the happiest formative years, two smart and powerful older brothers, a kind and beautiful younger sister who was full of adoration for them.

Their happy life, everything is beautiful like a fairy tale, and their 'adventurous' footprints have traveled all over the huge manor, and even the nearby territories, and each harvest is a lifetime of unforgettable good memories.

But in this world, the most ruthless and affectionate is time, ruthless is that it can take away all your goodness, please is that it can also heal any of your wounds, it is very fair to exist, and it is not because of who is greater, let whoever has one more minute of day and one minute less night.

In the blink of an eye, Sharma was eighteen years old, Patel was already twenty years old, and Tya was twelve years old that year.

In those days, Patel and Sharma should have needed a wife for their age, but they didn't, just because something different had happened to them.

"It's a secret, a secret that our family keeps all their mouths shut! In the land of India, there are really people with powerful religions, who have all kinds of magical spells or abilities. Now, of course, I understand that this is the so-called cultivator, but I didn't know it at that time. The circle of cultivators is a special existence, in this religious country, with an unattainable status, and I have this talent, and Patel also has it, even better than me. However, we are not treated the same. Uncle Johnny said.

At that time, Sharma already knew Patel's true identity, a Dalit, and the reason why he was able to grow up with Sharma like this was because of the kindness of his parents, which was not at all different from other nobles.

Patel's father once saved Shamar's father's life and gave his life for it, so Patel became this lucky child to grow up with the noblest brahmins! Although Brahmins are generally religious figures, this does not prevent them from being powerful and wealthy, and even because of caste, it is more convenient for them to get all this, so Patel's sensitive identity makes many people jealous and makes many people speculate

But the truth is always known only to the Sharma family.

"You know, there are high and low births, and many people take it for granted that a slave defends his master and gives his life. But it seems to me that even a lowly life is life, and we should be grateful that Patel's father not only saved me, but also touched me at the time. And raising Patel wasn't that hard, and I felt like it was something I deserved. That's what Sharma's father said to Sharma.

It was such a little kindness that made the parents make such a decision, but these words were more or less awkward in Sharma's ears, and it felt like charity.

But the caste system is so deeply rooted that it is an insurmountable obstacle, and Sharma also thinks that Patel is lucky enough.

Therefore, although Patel's talent is better than his, he is still the son of the god to the outside, and Sharma also feels that it is understandable, and even, if Patel becomes the son of the god, it is a misfortune, and if people know that he is a Dalit, it is simply unimaginable.