The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2289: The Demon in the Heart Appears

Matthew walked out of the room slowly, and the scene before him seemed more and more familiar to him.

This is a small courtyard, surrounded by low earthen walls. Some neatly stacked firewood is placed in the corner, and next to the firewood is a rusty axe.

In the middle of the yard, a burly middle-aged man was swinging an axe, chopping wood again and again.

His movements were steady and powerful. The axe made a "crackling" sound when it fell, and the firewood cracked.

The middle-aged man's face was covered in sweat, which sparkled in the sunlight. His clothes had long been soaked with sweat and stuck to his strong back.

Next to her, a woman in plain clothes was sorting some farm tools.

Her movements were skillful and natural, as if these farm tools were her closest friends.

She held a hoe in her hand and gently wiped the dirt on it, with a faint smile on her face.

Although her face was slightly wrinkled by the years, her eyes were still bright, revealing tenderness and tenacity.

Seeing this scene, a strong emotion suddenly surged in Matthew's heart, as if a warm current surged from the depths of his heart and instantly filled his chest.

He seemed to remember something, but he was not sure.

Those vague fragments of memory flickered in his mind, as if separated by a veil, preventing him from seeing the whole picture.

At this time, the middle-aged man seemed to be aware of Matthew's presence.

He stopped what he was doing, looked up at Matthew, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Wake up, boy, how do you feel?"

The voice was low and kind, carrying a reassuring power.

Matthew opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't speak for a while.

He could only nod blankly, his eyes moving back and forth between the middle-aged man and the woman.

His heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness, as if he was in a dream that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The woman also turned around and looked at Matthew, her eyes full of concern: "You must be hungry, mother will get you something to eat."

Her voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze blowing through the heart.

As she spoke, she put down the farm tools in her hands, turned around and walked into the kitchen next door.

Matthew looked at the woman's back, and some images suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was his childhood memory. He used to play in this yard, and the middle-aged man and the woman would always watch him with happy smiles on their faces.

At that time, he was carefree, as if the whole world was his playground.

His heart was filled with excitement as he finally remembered that this was Wangxian City where he had lived as a child!

However, he clearly remembered that he had made a breakthrough in the Mangcang Treasure Pavilion, so how could he suddenly return here?

Full of doubts, Matthew walked towards the middle-aged man and asked with courage: "Uncle, where is this..."

His voice trembled a little, as if he was afraid to hear a certain answer.

The middle-aged man looked at him, slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "Why, you can't even remember your own home after sleeping? This is our home, kid, you are not confused after sleeping, are you?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but his eyes showed deep concern.

Matthew became even more confused, he knew that things were definitely not that simple.

He began to observe everything around him carefully, trying to find some clues.

Every tree and every stone in the yard was exactly as he remembered it.

The old locust tree still stands in the corner of the yard, and its bark is covered with traces of time.

The shiny bluestone slab still lies quietly at the gate of the courtyard, as if telling stories of the past.

He walked to the gate of the yard and looked out. The familiar path, the mountains in the distance, everything was so familiar.

The path is lined with wild flowers, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air as the breeze blows.

The mountains in the distance appear particularly green under the sunlight, like a beautiful painting.

At this time, the woman came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

She walked to Matthew and handed him the porridge: "Drink it quickly to warm your body."

Her voice was still gentle, making people feel at ease.

Matthew took the porridge and felt the warmth coming from the bowl.

He took a sip and the familiar taste instantly came to his mind. This was his favorite porridge when he was a child.

The porridge is added with red dates and lotus seeds, which is sweet but not greasy and melts in your mouth.

Every bite made him feel extremely satisfied and happy.

While drinking the porridge, Matthew's mind kept replaying memories of his childhood.

He recalled the happy times he had spent in this yard and the love the middle-aged man and woman had shown him.

Normally, those memories were all buried deep in his heart, like treasures covered in dust, but now they were awakened by this bowl of porridge and reappeared before his eyes.

He recalled the scene when he first learned to walk, and the middle-aged man was carefully protecting him, fearing that he would fall.

He recalled how clumsy he was when he first picked up an axe to chop wood, and how the woman patiently taught him until he could perform each movement skillfully.

He recalled his laughter as he chased butterflies in the yard, while the middle-aged man and the woman watched him with happy smiles on their faces.

These memories were like pictures that slowly unfolded in his mind, making him feel extremely warm and nostalgic.

However, at the same time, a deep sense of doubt and uneasiness surged in his heart.

He knew that none of this could be real.

He clearly remembered that he had a breakthrough in the Mangcang Treasure Pavilion, so how come he suddenly returned here?

He put down the bowl in his hand, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man and the woman, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

He wanted to ask the questions in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

He knew that all this might just be an illusion, but he was unwilling to destroy this beauty.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice something was wrong with Matthew. He walked up to Matthew and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Boy, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" There was a hint of worry in his voice and his eyes were full of concern.

Matthew shook his head and forced a smile: "It's okay, just a little tired."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

The woman walked over to Matthew and gently touched his forehead: "If you are tired, go and rest for a while, don't push yourself too hard."

Her voice was still gentle.

Matthew nodded and turned and walked into the room.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but his mind still couldn't calm down.

Although all this seemed very real, Matthew already knew what was going on in his heart.

"Inner demon!"