Column (Ch7- Quing Wu village and mental scars)

Written by-Silver crown

Ch-7 Quing Wu vill and mental Scars

When I got attention from everyone, I started my storytelling, beginning with my birthplace in this world.

"We all know all of us in this cabin were conscripted from the same place which is Angran County, right? But many of us weren't born and raised in the city."

"Most of us came from different villages to earn a living in the county. Doing some basic jobs to survive.

"While hoping every time we face hardship..."

"Ah, Maybe...tomorrow will be a better day."

"But from my heart, I know that I don't belong in this coastal city like Angran. I came from a nameless village located at Quing Wu range. It's a secluded Mountain village."

"You guys might not even have heard its rumor or know the location of my village."

"There were hardly any visitors and outsiders who knew about our village."

"Because to reach my village, you have to pass through the steep Mountain Road and lush forest. So, many people don't know how beautiful that place is."

I look up to the ceiling acting cool and speak with a tune in my speech. It is a habit I picked up while working as an errand boy in Golden Cherry.

"When you face Angran County's north Gate~, You can see a mountain range. Like a wall facing thro the sea~. Oh....O Quing Wu range with a name for five brothers' legend."

"It's a sight to behold when lantern flowers are blooming throughout the range."

"At the plateau over the hazy mist, there is a mountain village. That's my village. Old yet simple "homes" with, an ancient vibe blanketing the whole village."

In this life, I got some nice vocals, unlike my previous hypernasal sound. I felt grateful when they listened quietly to my hard trained clear yet charming voice.

It felt like some kind of accomplishment. In my past life, I discomfort my colleagues whenever I grabbed the microphone. My senseless and toneless singing skill kills all the mood at dinner parties. Now, this untalented one is singing in front of underage minions as my audience. Of course, I'm changing lyrics as my fit and plagiarizing a song from my previous world.

"I see my village. From the heart of mine. Stones and steps, clear sky with hue. And you can imagine the view, How beautiful in the light"

"I see my village. Stream and Songs, starry night with moon. Fireflies say who. You can imagine the view, How beautiful in the night."

"Melody of everyone laugh... making the whole village with life."

"Oh tell my grandpa who's digging herbs that I miss him."

"Oh tell my family who's picking fruits that I miss them."

I sighed and said in a melancholic tone, "Everyone might be waiting for me who couldn't return home yet".

"One day I will come back to my vill in Quing Wu with longing. Unless the sky collapses, I believe my home will always be in my heart".

I gazed at everyone and said, "Remember we all have a starting point called home but we left for different reasons."

" We have to go till the end of our ways."

"Cause there will be something if we keep going."

"When our wings are strong enough we could fly whatever we want."

What I didn't say was our home might not be there anymore with the drifting of time. I want them to have a goal to live in this hellish environment. Our future is bleak but I still want to protect my fellow with a few words of my lies.

"Sanlang where is your village?" I pass him the speech.

When I was listening to Sanlang telling us about his village, my head suddenly started aching.

Holding my head, I took a few deep breaths. To cover my unusual behavior, I pretended that I was listening to their conversation.

Starting from Sanlang, I couldn't hear anything from my strong headaches and flashback memories. I recovered from my trance without them being noticed.

I saw from the corner of my eye that the red-eyed psycho shifted his body near us listening to our conversation.

"Ok, I see now. All of us come from different villages from different places. Then you guys should have memorable moments. Let's talk about our childhood memory."

"Cough, Cough, I know everyone is eager to talk but if we make a loud voice, that blue robes gonna give us some lashing for a goodnight sleep. So let me start first okay."

I talked about some of my happy childhood memory. My speech demanded the attention of the audience. They can enjoy it distinctly and get emotional with my clear voice. I vividly describe the story so that they can visualize the scenery as if it is happening in front of them. This is one of the perks of being a reincarnated person.

With my past life experience, I could easily mingle with a variety of people and make them comfortable to have a conversation with me. This comes with the same price to pay. When I was first born, I have a very tiring life.

Being unable to forget your past life makes you feel that you are living alone in this world. My infant body couldn't communicate. Even though my family showered me with love, I felt like they are strangers. I'm filled with insecurity and easily get scared of everything and everyone. I got a strong headache whenever I think about complicated things.

Worst of all, my mental wounds are reincarnated along with me. Some of them are so deep. I keep a blind eye in the past. Now they are started to appear vividly again. I thought that time had cured everything. However, the scars that were left behind are too much for my little brain. Even my sleep was hunted by nightmares. All kinds of emotions like joy, sadness, trust and betrayal, love and loneliness resurfaced again and again making me mentally breakdown. Emotional Damage! It isn't a laughing matter. This is an Asian-level difficulty.

Crying day and night was a daily matter for me. Thus why my grandparents who have some leisure time were the ones who raised me.

My grandparents thought that I was cursed by someone. They brought me to every famous Sharman and apothecary to heal the curse within me but to no avail.

At some point in life, some of us want to be our younger selves again. Being innocent, pure, and protected from external things with the love and care of our parents' sacrifice. Once we get older, we got tainted by the world's filth, beaten down brutally by society, and got involved in many events so ugly to see.

The point when I started to recover is still fuzzy. I gradually recovered by using a yoga meditation technique that I used to practice to relieve stress in my past life. Another motivation was my family's love and care for me which make me unwilling to give up this life. One bitten twice shy, my trauma pushed me to talk with everyone I met. Even a wall is a good partner to train my speech. Later I'm able to get a favorable impression through conversation or mannerisms. It isn't surprising that I forget these painful memories.

A child with a mature brain behavior makes extreme combo. I have everything that grown-ups called their ideal child plus a child mind that can understand children. Although I don't become a lovely magnet, making all ages love me like money.

All my childhood memory I telling to my roommates are happy and lively. Cause I am the one who remembers and makes everyone around me merry and lively.

In the end, it doesn't even matter, I did an unforgivable mistake that causes my elder sister's death. I didn't dare to come back to my village. For three years, I've hurt my grandparent's hearts and my family's reputation.

That was all because of a strange mental disease I have in my past life. Maybe, partially because of my stubbornness. I was hoping that the disease got cured by the passage of time like in my past life. However, it became worse and worse after my sister's death.