BW Extra 21

Short Stories

[1] 

A Certain Accident

Little Black had always thought he was an egg born from Ning Buwei, and this belief continued until his thirty-eighth birthday.

He returned home somewhat late. His brothers and sisters had already arrived. He concealed his aura, planning to startle them, but ended up hearing an incredible conversation.

“Originally, the plan was to roast it and eat it.” Little brother Ning Xiu said, “I remember it was a really big dragon egg.”

“Actually, it wasn’t that big, but the four of us plus Big Yellow could have had a meal from it.” Eldest brother Feng Zizhang said.

“I had already prepared the seasonings back then.” Second sister Jiang Yizheng’s voice carried some regret.

“But where did Little Black actually come from?” Third sister Yang Lingzhu asked a crucial question.

“Ah, actually I took it out from the Purple Mansion.” Fourth brother Cui Yuanbai said disdainfully, “It took up too much space. I kicked it several times but couldn’t kick it away, so I simply took it out for Xiao Shan to play with. As a result, eldest brother and second sister wanted to roast it and eat it.”

“At the time, I thought I was saving an egg.” Ning Xiu said with regret, “If I had known, I would have eaten it.”

“!!!?” Little Black was so shocked he revealed his true form.

Ning Buwei, with his hands clasped behind his back, turned the corner from the corridor and saw the coiled-up long shape. The dragon’s head drooped as it lifted up, tears streaming down its face.

“Father, do you like eating eggs?”

“I quite like them. Roasted is the most delicious.” Ning Buwei said.

Little Black let out a tearful wail, flew up and drilled into the clouds, leaving Ning Buwei utterly bewildered.

It rained heavily in Chen City for three days and three nights.

Later, it was said that every year on the little Lord Dragon’s birthday, a heavy rain would fall in the city to celebrate.

[Two] 

Big Yellow

It was a wild beast trapped in a cage by someone.

The person who trapped it was very good-looking—tall, with thin, lean shoulders and back, cold and indifferent eyes, dressed in white robes like snow from the peaks of the ninth heaven.

When the person drew blood from its heart, that pale hand would always sink into its dark, coarse fur, carrying an inconspicuous warmth.

When it bit the person’s neck, there was no hesitation. Its massive beast claws pressed against his heart, tearing apart those white robes.

The snow from the mountain peaks was crushed into the mud of the earth.

The sealing marks shattered. The beast transformed into a tall human form, half his face and body covered with complex inscriptions, looking wickedly unrestrained with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He held the blood-drawing knife in his mouth. He stared at the person beneath him, and blood from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the person’s lips.

The other person burned with fury.

He spat out the knife from his mouth, bent down and lowered himself, and carefully licked away the blood from the corner of the person’s mouth.

Then he furrowed his brows, half bewildered and half wanting more:

“It doesn’t taste good either.”