Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 228 Message by Pigeon

"younger sister!"

Mo Yuming stood in the living room, looking up towards that room. That was his only remaining relative on Earth. Hearing that most familiar voice, Mo Yuming's vision blurred.

"Mom, can I sleep a little longer? Uncle's bed is so comfortable, please let me sleep a little longer!"

A young boy's voice reached Mo Yuming's ears.

"My sister got married? Is that my nephew? That makes sense. As long as the timelines of the two worlds aren't too different, I should have been away from Earth for at least seven or eight years. My sister was about to graduate from university back then."

Mo Yuming pondered.

"I've now become an uncle. I wonder what my little nephew looks like? Judging from his voice, he seems like an obedient child. It's a pity I can't give him anything, and I can't even meet him."

"No, you've already postponed it once today. It's always the same excuse. Every time you come to the farm, you insist on sleeping in your uncle's bed. If you don't get up now, Mom won't allow you to sleep in your uncle's bed anymore!"

"Okay, okay, I'll get up, alright?"

"After you get up, make sure you tidy up your uncle's bed! Mom will go prepare breakfast for you."

"Mom, I never see Uncle when I come here. Where did Uncle go? When will he come back?"

"Uncle has gone to a very far place and won't be back until Siming grows up!"

"oh,……"

A petite young woman walked down the stairs, passed by Mo Yuming, and headed towards the kitchen.

Although she is already a mother, in Mo Yuming's eyes she is still so pure and innocent, still Mo Yuming's cute little sister.

"Sisters, I've come back to see you!"

Mo Yuming called out to his younger sister.

But as people often say, the living and the dead are separated, and from then on, they are worlds apart. Although Mo Yuming shouted loudly, his younger sister didn't hear him, and neither could anyone else in the house. They couldn't even see him standing in the middle of the living room.

Mo Yuming was filled with melancholy, but as a soul, there was nothing he could do. He knew that if he used his soul power to move objects or do anything else, it would only be seen as a supernatural event, causing unnecessary panic and frightening his loved ones.

Mo Yuming stood there blankly for a while, then floated towards the bedroom on the second floor to see his little nephew whom he had never met.

The bedroom door was ajar; the younger sister had deliberately opened it before leaving so she could check what the little one was doing in the room.

Everything in the bedroom remained the same, except for a small photo frame on the desk by the window, which contained the image of a little boy laughing heartily.

This small photo frame is right next to another photo frame, and inside it is an old, yellowed photograph—a family portrait. In the photo, an old man is sitting, holding a little girl in his arms, and a young man is standing behind him.

This photo is the only one taken of Mo Yuming's grandfather before his death. His little sister was only three years old at the time, and he passed away not long after.

The little one on the bed is carefully folding the blankets, his tender little face showing great concentration.

The quilt was a very thin silk quilt, but it was not an easy task for a five or six-year-old child to fold it. He ran from one end of the bed to the other, busy as a bee. Mo Yuming stood in front of the bed and watched for a while before the little boy finished.

After folding the quilt, the boy went to his desk, opened a photo album on the table, and carefully looked at each photo in the album. The album contained photos of Mo Yuming when he participated in various scientific research activities, many of which were photos taken when he received various awards.

"Uncle, where did you go? Siming really wants to go to your lab. Mom said there are lots of amazing machines there that can make all sorts of things. But Mom said I'm too little and won't let me go in. If only you were here! Then I could go in and play! When I grow up, I want to be as amazing as you, Uncle!"

Mo Yuming laughed. The little guy had idolized him, which showed that his sister and nephew had talked about him quite a bit.

"This little guy is quite good. He can take care of himself at such a young age, which is inseparable from his little sister's careful teaching. He will definitely achieve great things in the future. But as his uncle, there's nothing I can do to help. I can only wish him well."

Mo Yuming stood behind the boy, looking at him lovingly. Suddenly, he remembered something, so he left the bedroom and went to the study. He stopped in front of a bookshelf and carefully looked around. He found that the room's furnishings were exactly the same as before, almost unchanged. Everything was perfectly preserved, even the paper and pens on the desk were exactly as they were. "After all these years, she has kept my things intact. Even my nephew's name carries a sense of longing. It shows how deep my sister's longing for me is, how much she cherishes me."

"Brother, I'm ashamed!"

Mo Yuming sighed.

The accident happened so suddenly, and my sister was studying in a city thousands of miles away. I imagine my sudden departure must have been a huge blow to her.

Even now, she probably doesn't want to believe that I've left her forever. She still believes that I will definitely come back someday.

Mo Yuming felt his vision blurring again. He sighed deeply, then went to his desk, used his soul power to grab the pen, and began to write on the paper. Each word he wrote was incredibly difficult. After all that effort, Mo Yuming's soul power was less than half of what it used to be. Moreover, under the influence of Earth's gravity, holding the pen was even more strenuous than opening that tablet weighing over ten kilograms on the moon.

After finishing writing, Mo Yuming folded the paper, put it in an envelope, wrote the address on the envelope, and wrote "To Siming".

After finishing, he flew out of the room and went to a corner of the backyard. A row of wooden bird nests hung in the woods there, housing various birds, including carrier pigeons. Mo Yuming used his soul power to grab a pigeon, tied an envelope to its leg, and then guided it to fly towards the bedroom window. It landed on the desk.

Siming, who was looking at the photos intently, was startled when a carrier pigeon suddenly flew in through the window. Just as he was about to shout, he noticed a letter tied to the pigeon's leg.

"Letter delivered by carrier pigeon!"

Siming's eyes lit up. He never expected that the story of the carrier pigeon would actually appear before his eyes. He was immediately attracted by the letter on the pigeon's leg and excitedly went to take it down.

Upon opening it, I was surprised to find the envelope addressed to "Siming".