Don’t ask about past mistakes

Tick ​​tock tick.

Continuous raindrops meandered along the blue-gray rubble, gathered into water, fell along the eaves, and hit the ground paved with bluestones, turning into tiny raindrops.

Lying in a light green brocade quilt embroidered with flowers and plants, a three or four-year-old girl with long black hair, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, her nose was breathing very shallow, and she was sleeping quietly like a fragile porcelain doll.

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There was a squeak.

The red wooden door painted with tung oil was gently pushed open by a pair of green-white jade hands. The moist and clear emerald jade bracelets on the snow-white wrists reflected the snowy skin of the door leaf, which was really beautiful.

Holding a jet-black concoction, the woman in Xiangfei-colored dress has long hair like a waterfall, a simple hanging bun, and a white jade bell hairpin loosely inserted. Her eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as a face carefully outlined with a paintbrush.

With a gentle and watery smile.

"Chu'er, it's time to get up and take medicine. You can't sleep in late." The woman's voice was as gentle as her eyebrows.

In a daze, Lingchu only heard a sound that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, ringing in his ears.

She remembered that she seemed to have climbed up the ladder to heaven and fell into coma?

She opened her eyelids that seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds with difficulty, and her blurred vision gradually focused on the face of the woman beside the bed looking down at her with a slight smile.

Seeing Lingchu open her eyes, the woman's original gentle smile became softer and softer, and her clear and moist eyes were filled with deep affection, "Wake up? You little lazy bitch."

The mist instantly obscured his vision, the tip of his nose felt sore, and Lingchu's throat seemed to contain sand, and he said hoarsely, "Mother."

"Huh? What's the matter? You wake up early in the morning and cry to your mother." The woman pinched Lingchu's little nose lovingly and winked her left eye playfully, "You have to take medicine when you cry. You can't do it for your mother.

I will pamper you."

When she was a child, her health was very poor. It was said that it was a congenital deficiency. When she woke up every day, she was always faced with a bowl of hard-boiled soup.

When she was a child, she cried, made trouble, acted like a spoiled child, and never avoided taking medicine.

Looking at the face hidden in the depths of his memory, listening to the woman's soft smile, and looking at the steam of the soup, Lingchu's long eyelashes drooped slightly to hide the surge in his eyes.

Perhaps seeing that Lingchu's mood was not right, the woman's brows were stained with a few rays of sadness. She touched Lingchu's hair sympathetically and lowered her voice a little, "Have you had a nightmare, my daughter? Don't be afraid, my mother has always been there.

They are all here and will always be with my daughter."

The light and quiet fragrance of gardenia is the smell of my mother.

Lingchu stretched out his hand and hugged the woman. This embrace was very warm.

After obediently drinking the medicine, she washed, dressed, and combed her hair with a bun and a small hairpin with silver bells amid her mother's gentle movements. Lingchu finished breakfast in her mother's arms.

The mother and daughter sat on the couch near the window. The woman carefully covered Lingchu with a small blanket, and then opened half of the window, revealing the small courtyard. Under the wash of the continuous drizzle, the green vegetation

Flower bush.

The bronze bells hanging under the eaves swayed faintly in the gentle breeze and drizzle. The oncoming breeze was mixed with the fresh breath after the rain. Several birds were hiding from the rain in groups under the eaves, shaking and getting wet from the rain.

The feathers make a crisp cry.

"This is the jujube cake made by Aunt Chen, as well as the golden milk cake. There is brewed ginger tea in the pot. Chu'er will watch the scenery for a while and eat something when he is hungry, okay?"

Lingchu raised his head and looked at the woman's careful instructions. A sweet smile appeared on his gentle and peaceful face, as if he was extremely happy.

It looks like this again.

"Is he coming?" Lingchu heard his thin voice and low mood.

The woman was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Chu'er can't say that, that's your father."

Daddy?

Suddenly, outside the high courtyard wall, the clear voice of a child seemed to be heard again.

"We won't play with you."

"Sick Yangzi!"

"My mother said that you are an outsider and a bastard, and we are not allowed to play with you."

"Yes, you are a bastard! A sickly boy!"

"Wild species! Sick rice plant!"

"No, no, I have a father too. I'm not a bastard, and I'm not a sick child. I drink medicine obediently. My mother said that I can get better after drinking medicine."

In the corner, a little girl surrounded by a group of children fell to the ground, with a stubborn seriousness on her pale face.

"Dad, am I your daughter? Why do they say I'm a bastard? Can daddy live with us so they won't call Chu'er a bastard?"

The little girl, whose skirt was stained with mud because of her fall, frowned, looked at her tall father seriously and innocently, and spoke softly in a thin voice.

The man whose hand was held by the girl froze and didn't speak for a long time. He just touched her hair and said, "I'm sorry."

Sorry means sorry, sorry means I can't.

The little girl was very smart and instantly understood the meaning of sorry, and her bright eyes instantly dimmed.

The memory was so long ago that Lingchu thought he no longer remembered it, but when he mentioned his father, he realized that that memory was still fresh in his mind.

It's just that she really can't remember their faces clearly.

Looking at her mother's gentle and delicate face almost greedily, Lingchu smiled obediently, watched her mother leave to dress up, and quietly looked at the small but well-kept courtyard full of life, eating seriously one bite at a time.

Eat warm pastries and drink warm ginger tea.

After the accident that year, she never came back here again, and she never tasted the cooking of Aunt Chen, who had taken care of her since she was a child.

"Mother, do you look good?"

She changed into a light orange skirt and tied it with a colorful silk ribbon. The originally gentle and watery woman became even more charming and charming.

"She's very beautiful. My mother is the most beautiful person in the world."

The woman's smile was as warm as the morning sun, and her features were as beautiful as a painting.

There was another squeak, and the small door of the courtyard was pushed open from the outside, and a pair of black boots stepped in. The edges of the boots were embroidered with delicate golden patterns.

"Do you love him?"

Putting away the obedient expression on her face, Lingchu looked calmly at the woman with a happy face. Deep in her eyes, there was happiness and warmth, but no nostalgia.

Lingchu had the answer. This look was the look in Mei Zi's eyes when he saw her, not the look in Uncle He's eyes when he saw Huan Niang.

She turned to look at the young man who came in from the door. He was just as happy as the woman, but he also didn't see the nostalgia in his eyes.

They are friends and relatives, but not lovers.

The scene freezes in an instant, including the woman's smile, the man's joy, the drizzle outside the window, and the cries under the eaves.

"Mom, actually the medicine is really bitter, but with mother here, it won't be bitter. And dad, I've received your apology," Lingchu lifted the blanket and glanced at the candied haws and sugar haws in the courtyard.

The man with the doll slowly closed the window, then walked to the woman's side, stood on tiptoes and hugged her hard, "I miss you very much, but..."

"I am living a very good and wonderful life now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everything solidified in front of him instantly turned into nothingness, and thick mist filled all the space again.
Chapter completed!