Chapter 81 Beautiful Like The Sunrise

When Wang Biming pushed Miao Mingzhu away and jumped in front of Mu Dishi, Fu Yuanjun was only two arms' length away from Mu Dishi. Fu Yuanjun's incoming knife pierced straight at Wang Biming's heart. Wang Biming tightly grasped Mu Dishi's right hand that was holding the poisonous needle.

Blood spurted from Wang Biming's mouth. He begged Mu Dishi, "Dishi…please... don't kill him." He took the needle away from Mu Dishi's fingers.

Miao Mingzhu screamed, "Da shixiong." She rushed to Wang Biming.

Fu Yuanjun was still at loss. Holding Wang Biming in his arms, as tears wet his eyes. His trembling lips said, "Biming, why?"

Wang Biming said, "Because you two are important to me." He vomited more blood. "Mingzhu…" He stretched out his arm to Miao Mingzhu.

Miao Mingzhu took Wang Biming's hand, "Da shixiong, I am here."

Wang Biming said faintly, "Go home...I... want...to go home...home..." He died in Fu Yuanjun's arms.

Miao Mingzhu cried, "Da shixiong…da shixiong…wake up…"

Fu Yuanjun held Wang Biming's hand tightly. He sobbed, "Biming…our dream is about to come true. I won't let you die. You wake up."

Ma Jingguo stood in front of Mu Dishi, and he checked Mu Dishi quickly. After he determined that Mu Dishi was not injured. He kicked Fu Yuanjun angrily. Fu Yuanjun slid across the field towards the Iron Gate. Ma Jingguo gnashed his teeth, "How dare you tried to hurt my xiao shushu." He rushed forward angrily, transferred the eighty percent of his internal energy to his palm, and went straight to Fu Yuanjun. He planned to kill Fu Yuanjun with one blow.

When Ma Jingguo was fighting with Fu Yuanjun, Miao Mingzu quickly left with Wang Biming's body. Jiang Koshing and Yen Tung also decided to run away.

Fu Yuanjun stood up slowly. When he realized that his best friend, his confidant was dead, and the plan they had established over the years was destroyed, he no longer wanted to live anymore. After Wang Biming's death, he knew he have no one in this world who will take Wang Biming's place. He closed his eyes and waited for Ma Jingguo to kill him with one strike. He felt his body sliding away, but he didn't feel the pain. When he hit the iron gate and heard a soft snort, he opened his eyes and Yuan Chaomei fell into his arms.

Fu Yuanjun was surprised when he saw Yuan Chaomei. His trembling lips whispered, "Chaomei..."

Yuan Chaomei stretched out her hand towards Fu Yuanjun's face. She gasped, "Li…gege…Li…gege…"

Fu Yuanjun grabbed Yuan Chaomei's trembling hand and placed it on his right cheek. His tears fallen down, "Chaomei…Why?"

Yuan Chaomei struggled to speak with blood in her mouth, "Because...because... I like you so much... Li gege…maybe your happiest moment is with others, but mine…" She coughed and blood poured through her mouth. "Mine was with Li gege…two young lovers... who have no hatred but only... only love..."

Fu Yuanjun remembered Yuan Chaomei and the days when he was sixteen years old. The two lived cautiously in a small bamboo house in the back mountain of Yuan Manor. He would fetch water from the well, pour it into a wooden basin, and help Yuan Chaomei wash their clothes. At dawn after supper, he helped Yuan Chaomei wash the medicinal materials and set them to dry.

Fu Yuanjun knew that life was simple, but that period was his happiest time. At that time, he had made up his mind to forget everything and stay there with Yuan Chaomei, but their short happy life was ruined by some bad men.

Fu Yuanjun smiled at Yuan Chaomei, tears hit her forehead. He picked Yuan Chaomei up and hugged her tightly. He smiled and said, "Chaomei, that was also my happiest moment." He kissed Yuan Chaomei's left cheek. "The simple food you make is the best, because you are the one sitting at the opposite table eating with me. I want to go back."

Yuan Chaomei said, "Me too." She slowly retracted her hands, reached into her waist, and took out a black pill. "Li gege…" She took the pill to Fu Yuanjun's lips, slid it past Fu Yuanjun's lips, and her hand slowly fell down.

The martial artists surrounding Fu Yuanjun and Yuan Chaomei refused to close in their distance, for fear that Fu Yuanjun would take Yuan Chaomei hostage. Among all the people standing there, no one knew better than Ma Jingguo. Ma Jingguo knew that the moment his palm strike hit Yuan Chaomei, all the major accpoints in her body would be destroyed and death would be inevitable.

Fu Yuanjun chuckled, swallowing the pill down his throat, and suddenly old memories flashed by his eyes. At that time, the New Year was approaching, and Fu Yuanjun was pushing a wooden wheelbarrow full of firewood, with Yuan Chaomei sitting at the front of the wheelbarrow.

Fu Yuanjun looked at Yuan Chaomei, who was holding a dilapidated umbrella. He said, "Chaomei, when the innkeeper pays me, let's buy another umbrella."

Yuan Chaomei smiled at Fu Yuanjun and said, "Li gege, this umbrella still okay. You can patch it with some paper." He looked at Fu Yuanjun. "Let's buy you a pair of shoes. It's so torn, I can't sew them together anymore."

Fu Yuanjun looked at his feet, and part of his feet could be seen from the big hole. He smiled at Yuan Chaomei, "Alright…"

Fu Yuanjun delivered the firewood, and the innkeeper paid him. The innkeeper said, "Ah Yuan, the New Year is almost coming, I need more firewood, can you give me more. I will pay you twice as much."

Fu Yuanjun said, "Sure. I will try my best to get as much firewood as I can."

Innkeeper smiled, "Thank you." He handed Fu Yuanjun a white bag.

Fu Yuanjun said, "What is this for?"

Innkeeper said, "Left over dessert."

Fu Yuanjun smiled and said, "Thank you, Xu laoban." He took the small white bag and pushed his wooden wheelbarrow out of the back door of the inn.

When Fu Yuanjun walked to the street, he saw Yuan Chaomei standing under a tree waiting for him. He looked at Yuan Chaomei, her clothes were not as pretty as the women walking on the crowded street. Wearing an old light gray dress and holding a shabby umbrella, she looked at him with a smile. He smiled at Yuan Chaomei. He also knew that although Yuan Chaomei's clothes were not as flashy as other women on the street, to him, she was a goddess in disguise.

He smiled and murmured to himself, "So beautiful, just like the sunrise." He walked up to Yuan Chaomie and handed her the money and the white bag of desserts given to him by the innkeeper.

Yuan Chaomei took the bag and money. She asked, "What is inside?"

Fu Yuanjun smiled and said, "Xu laoban gave it to me."

Yuan Choamei said, "Let's go buy you a pair of new shoes."

Fu Yuanjun smiled and said, "Okay."

Fu Yuanjun held one handle of the wheelbarrow; Yuan Chaomei held the other handle. They walked side by side down the market street. He made a promise in his heart: "Chaomei, you may still be wearing this gray old dress today, but I will work harder in the future and buy you the best clothes that the world has to offer." He stretched out his hand and held Yuan Chaomei's right hand. The two young lovers walked towards the cheapest clothing store.

The memories of the past gradually dissipated. Fu Yuanjun looked down at Yuan Chaomei, who was lying peacefully in his arms in gray and black clothes. He couldn't help but laugh. Immediately afterwards, his laughter began to lower, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Approaching from behind Mu Dishi, the captured martial artists made it to Sunset Sector. When they approached, they encountered an ugly scene. People are dying everywhere. Among all the people from Seventy-Two Islands, the only person left was Fu Yuanjun, who is holding Yuan Chaomei.

Two disciples of Beixing Sector pushed Cao Fengge to the forefront of the other martial artists. Cao Fengge saw Fu Yuanjun and he ordered the two disciples to take him to Fu Yuanjun. Cao Wenyan chased behind Cao Fengge and the two disciples.

When the wheelchair was close enough, Cao Fengge dropped himself to the ground and crawled to Fu Yuanjun's side. He knelt before Fu Yuanjun. He asked worriedly, "Yuan'er…"

Fu Yuanjun scoffed and said, "You came to see my failure?"

Cao Fengge shook his head and said, "No... Yuan'er... I am here, no one can hurt you."

Fu Yuanjun sneered and said, "In what relation? Did you forget that my surname if Fu, and not Cao? Even if I take my mother's surname, it is Li, not Cao." He sighed. "Cao Fengge, I will never forgive you for taking me away from my mother. Without you, my life would be happier. For this... I hate you."

Cao Wenyan said, "Fu Yuanjun, don't talk to my father in that way."

Cao Fengge cried, "Yuan'er... I'm sorry... Please forgive me."

Fu Yuanjun looked at Cao Wenyan and then at Cao Fengge, "You continue to enjoy your golden son. I know that in your eyes, he is better in every way. Let us never meet again, even if my eyes are covered by soils, I will never want to see you again." He picked Yuan Chaomei up. "Father... I hate you. I hate you because of all the bad things you brought me." He slowly carried Yuan Chaomei away from the martial artists.

Cao Fengge cried. When Fu Yuanjun got further and further away from him, he shouted, "Yuan'er."

Fu Yuanjun walked about twenty steps from Cao Fengge and Cao Wenyan. Then he began to vomit blood violently. He knelt to the ground, still holding Yuan Chaomei. When the sun began to fall into the red sky, Yuan Chaomei and Fu Yuanjun fell to the ground.

Fu Yuanjun stretched out his hand to Yuan Chaomei's face and wiped off the dirt on Yuan Chaomei's face. He smiled and said softly, "So beautiful…just like the sunrise…" His hands slowly fell to the ground, his eyes were open, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he looked directly at Yuan Chaomei as he took his last breath.