Chapter 2 Family affection is actually a process of mutual comfort

The biggest function of a Chinese mother giving birth to a son seems to be to show off, to make her face shine, just like a hen always screams loudly after laying an extremely large egg.

Of course, Yun Niang is the same.

The six-year-old son finally could speak, and she felt that everyone should celebrate together.

"Son, you can talk?"

"meeting!"

"Why don't you say it?"

"I don't want to say..."

"You always have to talk to your mother. You haven't spoken these years. Mom thinks you can't speak!"

"I've said a lot to you!"

"Love people—"

"You fell asleep while I was talking."

"Okay, okay, when you want to talk, you will wake up Wei Niang, let's talk together. In the future, if others ask again, you will say that Mom has said, and you are not allowed to talk to a fool!"

"All right……"

"Call me again!"

"mother--"

"Oh-good son!"

"Call it again!"

"mother!"

"Stay keep calling! My mother-in-law's neck has grown. You smelly child, I have been worried for so long!"

Yun Niang was immersed in happiness and could not extricate herself. No matter what Yun Zhao said at this moment, she believed it. Yun Zhao was willing to give the greatest happiness to this woman who could sacrifice her life to save him.

At the ugliest moment of this woman, he discovered the most valuable mother instinct in this woman. He did not think there was anything wrong with this.

When he sat with the wild boar in the morning watching the rising sun, he was ready to accept the world.

In recent years, the gap in his heart has been too great that he has been immersed in his own world and has little care about the outside world.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had become the greatest support and greatest burden for this woman.

A proud soul cannot become a burden to others, but should become the greatest support for all those who love themselves.

That's what Yun Zhao thought. He felt that he had the capital and ability to become a support for others. After all, this body contained a great, noble, magical, wise, full of all kinds of messy knowledge and lofty vision.

Many times, there are always women who complain about their children and say - it is better to lay an egg than to give birth to you!

Yun Niang actually gave birth to an unconscious egg. This is a tragedy, but she is happy again. There is a lonely soul willing to live in this egg and become her son... This is a great blessing in her misfortune!

Life is actually like this. Parents give their bodies. As for whether the soul and mind will follow their parents, the possibility is very low.

The son is not filial to the father, this is a great evil in terms of human ethics!

From the perspective of human development, it is extremely correct. After all, if the son and father were poured out of the same mold, Yun Zhao believes that people in this world should still live a monkey-like life.

Yun Niang walked very quickly and steadily. God knows how she used two three-inch golden lotus to carry her tall body and her six-year-old fat son to walk like the wind.

Although all this came a little late, for Yun Niang, as long as happiness can come, it will never be too late.

Yunjiazhuang is actually a large and dilapidated village. The mottled patent leather on the lintel all silently tell the fact that the family has fallen.

Only the huge carved archway in front of the gate is still striving to stick to the glorious era that Yun's family once had.

When there was a happy event at home, the first person Yun Niang wanted to confide was naturally Yun Zhao's father.

The clean spiritual card with white characters on black background is Yun Zhao's father and Yun Niang's husband Yun Siyuan.

Yun Zhao knelt in front of the spiritual throne with his mother, and curiously looked at the densely packed spiritual throne tablets of the Yun family ancestors on the altar. It was difficult to find the tablets of Yun Siyuan from it. Only Yun Niang could accurately entrust her grief to her husband.

Yun Zhao has experienced such things many times, and only this time has a smile on Yun Niang's face.

She said a lot to her husband, and some of them were even very private. Yun Niang didn't feel that she was offensive to her ancestors when she said these words in front of her ancestors.

Yun Zhao was pushed to the spiritual throne by his mother. Looking at the layers of spiritual throne, Yun Zhao felt that his soul was exposed in full view of everyone.

He could even feel thousands of gazes focusing on him like needles, which made him very uneasy.

For Yun Zhao, paying homage to the ancestor of Yun family is a question about the soul.

Yun Zhao was a little ashamed, especially when he saw Yun Siyuan's tablet, he was very uneasy. He was very worried that Yun Siyuan's soul would come out of the tablet and pinch his neck to question.

Fortunately, the spirit position sign was very stable and there was no unexpected noise. Apart from Yun Niang's ecstatic cheers and congratulations, there was no other noise.

The incense on his trembling was also burning quietly, and a faint smoke enveloped the tablet, soaking Yun Zhao's apology into the tablet little by little. The ancestor of the Yun family seemed to have accepted this helpless decision.

Yun Niang touched her son's fat Dundun's body up and down and seemed very satisfied. She pinched her son's soft butt and said with satisfaction: "Your father is in poor health and died young. He left us mother and son without even being able to survive a cold. My son will eat more, sleep more, and grow up strong. In the future, he will marry a few more wives who are easy to raise, and give birth to more than a dozen grandchildren for me, so as to magnify the Yun family's lintel, so as not to be bullied by some irrelevant people, even though our house is obviously the head of the family, but we are always bullied by some irrelevant people."

Yun Zhao smiled happily with a mouth missing a front teeth, and nodded repeatedly.

Yun Niang beat her son's forehead in anger and said, "Like your father, he is not a good person. He is in poor health. When he went to Xi'an, he visited many yards. His soul was not taken away by colds, but was hooked away by those vixen."

Yun Zhao listened to his mother's illogical nagging, and looked down on his father's tablet.

Yun Niang forced her son's head and said hatefully: "When he was alive, my mother was not afraid of him. Now that he is gone, can she continue to quarrel with me?

I will listen to my mother in the future and don’t imitate your father!”

After saying that, he kowtowed to his ancestors by pressing Yun Zhao's head, kowtowed three times in a row, and then he gave up.

After getting up, he saw that Yun Siyuan's tablet seemed to be stained with dust, so he took out his handkerchief and wiped it off little by little. Then he put the tablet on his forehead and sighed: "If you are alive, it is better than anything else... I will recognize you even marry a concubine in the eighty."

Seeing his mother's affectionate side, Yun Zhao finally confirmed that his body was a product of love, and once a child is really a product of love, his fate will not be too bad.

After paying homage to his ancestors, Yun Niang took her son back to the bedroom and began to dress up under the servitude of two black-faced maids.

Her previous dress was unpredictable. The woman in her twenties wore a navy blue coarse cloth dress and tied a black strap on her forehead, which was no different from the old woman.

Now that I have changed into a brightly colored dress, I have used a little bit of rouge, and finally I secretly looked at my son and bit the matchmaker. Then I dragged Yun Zhao, who had changed into a silk dress, to the front yard.

She was obviously practicing walking. Because she had a pair of proud three-inch golden lotus, she became shaking when she walked, and her crotch swung very hard. Perhaps, this is the charming attitude of "the wind sways willows" that the great scholars praised.

Yun Zhao didn't seem to be the same. He felt that his mother was walking more like a fat duck...

The golden step on my mother's head was very dazzling. As my mother walked, the pearl tassels hanging on the golden step shook three times, and it was bright and bright.

Seeing his mother sitting on a high-backed chair, Jin Buyao stopped shaking. The black-faced maid named Yingchun placed a cup of tea on her mother's hand. This thing seemed to be used to warm her hands. The mother held the tea bowl and looked at a large group of people standing under the steps in a tone that Yun Zhao had never heard of.

"Blessed by the ancestors of the Yun family, the young master is enlightened. From now on, whoever dares to treat my son with the same attitude as a silly boy will be punished with the ten whip!

There was a slaughter-in-law who was selling it to someone to go to Yan'an Prefecture to dig coal!

Disrespect to the young master, the same example!

Have you heard it clearly?”
Chapter completed!