True Star (巨星) [DROPPED]

Vol 2 Ch 31: Debtor

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This translation belongs to the translators and proofreaders of Giraffe Corps.

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Movie: Satan's Alley

Scene One: outdoor shoot, evening, beach outside the church, field clear

He didn't expect Chris to be gone for three years once he left. Three years, not three days nor three months, but he left for a whole three years.

This morning, the monk was copying scriptures as per usual. It had already been four years since he came to this church by the beach. Similarly, it has already been four years since he last spoke.

He sat in the dim light with his head bent, quietly copying scriptures in the small room. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the house.

"Chris! Chris came back!"

The pen fell from the monk's grasp. He almost immediately left his chair and rushed out with the others. Standing within the crowd, he saw the golden-haired youth he had not seen for three years.

Chris had a face full of wild hair, his whole body full of tiredness and dust, showing that he rushed back.

They said Chris returned from studying in a distant place. They also said Chris would go to a church in the big city to work in the future and Chris would become a prestigious person in the future.

The monk was squeezed outside of the crowd, unable to touch Chris. He could not do anything but stand to the side and watch. At this time, the Chris who was surrounded by people glanced towards him. Their gazes meeting in the air felt like fire burning away the distance of the last three years. Everything seemed to return to that last moment at the beach; all the intimate touches, the kisses, and caresses became clear in an instant.

That night, after the monk blew out the candles in the church, he went to the beach alone. He walked very far, yet he could still see that conspicuous golden colour in the distance that shone even in the dark of the night. "I went to France, England, and faraway China." The first sentence Chris said to the monk, he listed the places he went to these past three years.

Upon hearing the last location, the monk's eyes widened.

"Are you asking why I went to China?" Chris stepped forward, his face had been shaven clean without a single sign of stubble. Three years have passed, and time only left the marks of maturity in this young man now.

"I went looking for your hometown, searching for any stories related to you. I followed the road you took that year, travelling from the east and walked it from the start. This way, our life paths would have intersected."

The night ocean breeze always brought the cold sting of the deep ocean. The monk stared at the young man in front of him, his mind endlessly repeating every single word the other said. Every time he understood a word, his body warmed by a degree.

"I know your story." Chris brought his arms around the monk, hugging him tightly, unwilling to let go.

My story.......

The monk faced the slightly salty sea breeze, his thoughts travelling across the ocean back to four years ago. That time, the Old Priest was bedridden with illness so he went out to pray for him. When he was travelling, his pouch was stolen by a thief. He gave chase while shouting for help, but the passers-by only blankly stared at him, and gave the thief an escape route.

Only one young man helped him to apprehend the thief. That man was Li Feng, the young master of the city's biggest family. That was how Tang met Li Feng.