Cheng Yu too was silent! He thought of his old mother. Had the world not be in chaos, had Cao Cao not attacked Xu Province then he would’ve been by his mother’s side and cultivating the fields. Then he would’ve saved up some money and get a wife and had a happy life together with his family!
But now?! Gone! Everything was gone! His mother was dead! His house was ruined! In order to not starve to death, in order to avenge his mother he joined the Lu Bu army! Now, it had already been several years!
“You, you!” Miss Lu only wanted to ridicule Liu Mang. Who would’ve expect that Liu Mang would have such a huge response to her words?! Now, the eyes of the surrounding people looking at her changed too! In actuality, her personality wasn’t bad! However, with Liu Mang’s speech, she had now turned into a rich spoiled princess that knows neither the pain nor sufferings of common folks!
“Humph!” In her anger, Miss Lu pulled her horse, gave a humph and left with an ugly expression on her face!
“Sire… Miss Lu she…?!” whispered Cheng Yu.
“Leave her! She can do whatever she wishes to do!” Liu Mang held the child. He wanted to find the child’s mother but with the ocean of people, where would he find the child’s mother?!
“Sigh!” Liu Mang looked at the coming and going refugees, his heart extremely bitter “say, Cheng Yu, why is it so difficult to have peaceful times?!”
“This lowly Cheng Yu doesn’t know!” Cheng Yu too did not understand. All he knew was that as long as he follows Lu Bu, as long as he follows the Liu Mang, then he could obtain his revenge!
Liu Mang shook his head. He can’t help but deeply sigh with sorrow. “Flourish, people suffer! Perish, people suffer!” After saying that, he took the child and left. It was true that he had no time and cannot waste any time here. Thus, he decided to take the little guy with him and figure things out after settling down!
[TL: Liu Mang is quoting the poem 'Meditation on the Past at Tong Pass' by Zhang Yanghao 1270-1329 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhang_Yanghao]
Liu Mang’s silhouette gradually disappeared with the army. Suddenly on where he previous stood appeared a youth. Although this youth’s clothes were very dirty from fleeing, it did not stop the radiance in the youth’s eyes.
He muttered to himself. “Flourish, people suffer? Perish, people suffer?!” With a deep and profound gaze he looked at the leaving Lu Bu army. “Who is this man? Besides Chen Gong, there’s such an individual in the Lu Bu army?!”
“Teacher, teacher!” The youth’s train of thought was interrupted by a book servant boy looking person. “Teacher, teacher, where are we headed to this time?!”
“Let’s go back!” said the youth shaking his head.