Leon Luo casually pulled out a hairband from his storage bag and tied up his still wet hair. He bit one end of the hairband between his teeth and asked indistinctly, "You are going to attend the class in the clan school tomorrow, right?"
"Of course." John Han said with a smile, "I have heard of the sound killing technique that occurs once every ten years."
With Leon Luo and John Han's talents, they have not had to take the enlightenment courses in the clan school since they were eight years old.
But tomorrow's class is very different: Luo Clan has a guest official named Marcus Luo, who is closely related to Luo Clan. Strictly speaking, Leon Luo can even call him Fourth Uncle. This person has profound cultivation and high status. He will not show up unless it involves the extermination of the clan. He will only show up once every ten years to teach a few classes called "Sound Killing" in the clan school.
If he had not stated in advance that he would only teach young people with outstanding talents, I am afraid that many parents of young boys would have been so embarrassed as to run into the clan school to attend classes.
"Are you still going to meditate in my courtyard today?" Leon Luo tied his hair and put his arm around John Han's shoulder. "I asked Miss Niaoyan from the kitchen to make some deep snowflake cake. You are in for a treat."
"Next time." John Han sighed and held Leon Luo's hand. He raised his arm and his sleeve slid down, revealing a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist. "I have to go back to serve my mother today."
Hearing the word "mother", Leon Luo's originally cheerful and happy expression couldn't help but tighten, and his brows wrinkled slightly: "I'll go with you to my aunt's side..."
John Han knew what he was worried about, and patted the back of his hand twice: "No need. Don't worry, I will come back tonight. Such a delicacy as deep ice cream was naturally prepared by you specially for me. How dare I not enjoy it carefully."
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Speaking of John Han's life experience, it is really an embarrassing thing.
His mother was originally a girl from the Grace family on Daimao Island. She had no news since she left the island more than ten years ago. When she returned to Daimao Island alone, she was not only pregnant, but also insane. She cursed all day long and had an extremely vicious personality.
No one could ask John Han's mother about the identity of John Han's father. As a child with an unknown father, the name "John Han" was given by himself when he was a child.
Since he was a child, many people have laughed at and talked about his identity in front of and behind his back, calling him an illegitimate child, a b@st@rd child, or even... a child born out of wedlock.
In the past, Leon Luo had secretly put a lot of gossipy boys in sacks because of this. He once caught a group of teenagers with extremely dirty words, forced them to take off their clothes on the spot, tied them up with ropes, and threw them naked into the deserted shallow sea.
Later I heard that the group of teenagers went home with seaweed hanging from their bodies to cover their private parts.
As for those girls who commented on John Han's life experience, although Leon Luo would not do anything to them, he would be rude to them once he knew about it.
John Han certainly could not be unaware of his friend's actions. He always laughed off these rumors, but he was still very grateful for Leon Luo's protection.
As his talent and cultivation became more and more outstanding, there were more and more speculations about his father's identity. But while everyone was still speculating, John Han had already learned about his own life experience in a very strange way.
The meat porridge in the pot gradually gave off an alluring aroma. John Han carefully filled a bowl, used the Ice Skill to adjust the temperature to just right for drinking, and then thoughtfully brought it to Grace's bedside.
"It's time to eat."
He used the best Kirin Spirit Rice to make the porridge, which was not only full of spiritual energy, delicious and smooth, but also had the effect of strengthening the body and beautifying the face. It could also be used as a fasting pill. One meal could ensure that one could go five days without food.
Not only the food is extremely precious, but everything in Grace's bedroom, like the emerald jade pillow for clearing the mind and sleeping, the red velvet quilt that is warm in winter and cool in summer to calm the emotions, the palace flower fan which is a lower-grade magic weapon beside the pillow that can calm the mind and nourish the energy, and the cicada-listening box that contains thousands of pieces of music composed by famous artists...all of them are exquisite and expensive.
John Han usually wore simple clothes, and his daily life and food were even simpler. As a young genius, the Luo family tried to win him over, treating him better than other children in the family, not to mention the monthly salary and festival gifts.
Many people had a question: these daily benefits did not seem to make John Han's life more comfortable. Where did his money go? Could it be that he was born poor and stingy, and was unwilling to spend even a single spiritual bead on himself?
If people who think like this come to see Grace's wing, all their doubts will be answered: such a life of luxury would be difficult to maintain even for ordinary guests in the clan.
Grace's eyes were dull and numb, and she kept mumbling to herself, as if she hadn't seen her son at all. John Han gently helped her sit up, put two soft pillows behind her back, carefully tucked a soft white napkin around her collar, and stirred the bowl with a spoon.
"You blind, tongue-dead b@st@rd, a beast in human skin..." After eating a spoonful of meat porridge, Grace seemed to have gained some strength, and the curses she had been muttering became louder.
John Han's expression was calm, without even moving his eyebrows. He still steadily scooped up a spoonful of just the right amount in his hand, carefully and attentively handed it to Grace's mouth, and fed it to her when she spit out a vicious word and opened her mouth slightly.
While Grace swallowed the porridge in her mouth, she spewed out a string of dirty words in an unclear voice. Porridge foam kept splashing from the corners of her mouth, and was wiped away gently by John Han.
This action was quite troublesome. In order to prevent the porridge from getting cold during the delay, John Han kept practicing magic to ensure that the porridge was simmered over a low fire and maintained at the perfect temperature.
Since the age of ten, John Han has almost stopped communicating with Grace - she can't hear.
Her soul had been torn apart in the accident more than a decade ago, which had almost cut off all her perception and emotions of the outside world. Only a bit of filthy resentment and a vicious remnant soul remained inside her, and she might still have retained very few of her five senses to the outside world.
Because of this, John Han never cared about the price of the items when decorating Grace's bedroom. Grace's bedroom was extremely luxurious and comfortable. The screens and green plants were changed every month to please the eyes; each song in the cicada box had its own flavor to please the ears; all the food was exquisite and delicious to please the taste; the bedding and pillows were soft and comfortable to please the senses.
All the efforts he made here were for the comfort of Grace's few five senses that were almost impossible to "retain".
Ordinary people use their souls to control their bodies, but Grace's soul is incomplete, and the only thing that enters the spirit platform is an evil thought. This evil thought has become weaker and weaker with the passage of time. In recent years, he can't even control his hands and feet, and can only move his five senses. If it weren't for the fact that people who practice Taoism don't have to worry about defecation and urination, there would be a lot of things that John Han would have to deal with.
After feeding her a bowl of meat porridge, John Han put the bowl and spoon on the small table beside him. He ignored all the curses from Grace and just pressed Grace's wrist as if he knew the way.
Compared to the result of the last pulse check, Grace's pulse this time was even weaker, almost non-existent. If there were any doctors here, they would definitely be amazed: With such a weak pulse, how could the master still have the strength to curse?
John Han did not express any curiosity about this matter. Grace's pulse was also within his expectations. John Han withdrew his fingers without changing his expression and said calmly: "Your time is coming."
Grace turned a deaf ear to this. She was no longer able to use her mind to understand the meaning of these words, and of course she could not make any response.
John Han went to the kitchen and dealt with the bowl of porridge that Grace had just eaten. When he appeared in front of Grace again, he still looked calm and composed, and his tone was even polite: "Do you have any final wish?"
He listened for a moment, but of course he didn't get any meaningful answer.
"Girls love to take care of their appearance. Since you don't want to ask, I will put on makeup for you." John Han took out the dressing box from the dressing table which had been there for five or six years but the items on it had never been moved, and spread out the cosmetics and flowers on the small table.
He used the black stone to draw Grace's eyebrows, and then applied the rouge on her cheeks to create a perfect blush. Finally, he carefully applied the lipstick. John Han seemed to shake his head with a bit of regret: Grace's lips kept opening and closing, and it seemed that this lip makeup would not last long.
John Han took Grace's hand and applied a layer of nail polish to each of her ten fingers. After finishing the last little nail, he put all the items back into the dressing box in an orderly manner.
"Goodbye then." John Han bowed slightly to Grace for the last time, closed the triple screen door of the wing room without any reluctance, and left the room calmly.
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When Leon Luo came back from practicing swordsmanship, John Han was standing under a snow-covered tree in his yard, quietly admiring the snow-white flowers that were as white as clouds and jade.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, his expression calm and composed, not like a human being at all. When he noticed Leon Luo approaching from behind, John Han's brows slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"You asked me to come, so I came. Where's my deep-powdered ice cream?"
"I left it for you in the room." Leon Luo held his sleeve carelessly: "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight, so I asked me to bring you some cakes tomorrow morning. Hey, is your aunt feeling better?"
"It will be fine soon." John Han replied slowly.
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The next day, the two of them arrived at the school early. The other people in the room looked at John Han for a second longer, and then turned their eyes away without any objection - although her mother was a daughter of the Grace family, John Han did not belong to the Grace family.
Not to mention that he was not included in the Grace family genealogy in his early years, and that he took the surname Han, the fact that he lived with Leon Luo for more than 20 days every month, received a monthly salary from the Luo family, and even represented the Luo family in a competition a year ago has made it clear that the difference between John Han and the Luo family members is actually only a name on the family tree.
As for John Han's coming to "crash the class" this time, Leon Luo had of course already informed his father, who was also the patriarch of the Luo family.
It was still a long way from class time, and Leon Luo sat by the window. He smiled at John Han, quietly opened the window a crack, and whistled at a seven-forked bird perched on a branch not far away.
The bird was startled when it heard Leon Luo's whistle, and its head turned left and right, finally settling on the crack of the window. Just as it flapped its wings and flew towards here, a hand passed over Leon Luo's shoulder and firmly closed the window.
"Qianling?"
"Be nice to the bird." John Han sighed. He remembered something that Leon Luo had done.
Leon Luo obviously had the same idea as John Han. Just as he raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, a middle-aged man turned his wheelchair and slowly climbed over the threshold and entered the school.
The moment they saw the middle-aged man, the whole school fell silent.
The middle-aged man turned his wheelchair and looked over the students below with an indifferent look, finally stopping on John Han.
The man spoke, coldly saying his first words since arriving here: "His last name is Yizhong, can he also attend my class?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Leon Luo's expression changed instantly.
On the entire Daimao Island, few people didn't know about John Han's life experience. Earlier, people were happy to call him a b@st@rd. What the middle-aged man said now was not just to ask John Han to leave. The four words "his surname is Yizhong" sounded very clean. But if translated, it was actually a polite version of "other people's little b@st@rd".
This was almost unbiased and hit the spot right in John Han's heart.
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