Suddenly, I envied Jiang Nanzi. One person had enough to eat, the whole family had no worries, they could travel around the mountains and rivers, they were free and easy. Unlike her, she was trapped in the whirlpool of hatred and couldn't extricate herself. What she was thinking about was how to deal with those evil people.
How to make them taste all the suffering little by little and make life worse than death.
Her life and Jiang Nanzi's life are like the difference between spring and winter.
It is full of vitality and splendid, and although its future is unknown, even in a desolate situation with ruins and tiles, there are green grass on the walls and full of vitality.
She was different. Her world was hazy and cold. In front of her was a magnificent villa with a burning stove. To her, they were just ice cellars one after another. The cold in the ice cellars eroded her bones.
There was a chill from the depths of her blood to the surface of her skin. No matter how warm the torch was, it could not warm her heart.
She has gone through the pain of life and death, the destruction of her family, and the eternal pain. In this life, she will never be relieved from it, unless those people are allowed to experience the pain she has experienced little by little, and then they use their flesh and blood to commemorate her dead life.
, this made her feel happy.
No matter how insidious or despicable she is, even if the whole world thinks she is a snake-hearted person, she is still happy with it, as long as she can protect the people she wants to protect and take revenge on the people she wants to take revenge on.
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Feng Hongluan's mother passed away on the eighth day of the first lunar month of the twelfth year. For a long time before her death, her mother was bedridden and very weak. She spent most of the day sleeping.
Doctors in the city, including the royal physician in the palace, all came to diagnose and treat him. Every one of them shook his head and sighed, saying that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, and he asked the family to prepare for the funeral.
Feng Hongluan was only five years old at the time. She had just begun to remember, but she was not sensible. She only thought that her mother was just infected with the cold and was relatively lethargic. She would get up one day and, like in previous years, accompany her to build snowmen, watch the snow, and give food to her.
She told stories and taught her how to read and write.
Until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, heavy goose-feather snow was floating in the sky, falling one after another, like a goose-down quilt with holes in it, weaving a huge pale white patch in the sky.
It was a very cold day, the coldest day since the beginning of winter, but it was extremely warm in my mother's room. Feng Hongluan was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting, looking at the paintings of small figures. My mother woke up with a rare red light on her face.
, she was also in very good spirits, and even stood up and picked up Feng Hongluan from the bench.
The mother's embrace was very warm, as warm as spring. The mother asked: What are you looking at?
Feng Hongluan said: Villain painting.
Her mother took it and watched it with her. When her father came in, he was very happy when he saw this scene. He stepped forward and hugged his mother. His eyes were red, feeling that God was so attached to him that he finally spared her mother's life.
Her father ordered the kitchen to hold a grand banquet to celebrate, and ordered the maids to help her mother change clothes, wash and make up. Feng Hongluan still remembered that the mother in the bronze mirror had a face like a peach blossom, red lips and white teeth, and starry eyes as gentle as water. She was dressed in red and looked like a waiter.
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, the maid was putting a jade hairpin on her mother's head. She was naughty and insisted on helping her mother to put the hairpin. The maid hugged her and took her hand to put the hairpin into her mother's bun. She was waiting for her mother to praise her. Her mother was so thin.
His body suddenly fell backwards.
This fall means farewell forever.
Now standing in front of her mother's grave, Feng Hongluan is wearing the same hairpin that she used to tie her mother's hair that day. She has already understood that her mother was nothing more than a flashback, and that her mother's illness has long been cured.
, just waiting for death to come.
Standing on the grave, the originally sunny weather gradually began to snow. Feng Hongluan turned his head and saw his father's eyes were slightly moist, and knew that his father must miss his mother again. As a married couple, we share weal and woe and help each other. The position of mother in his father's heart.
, but no one can replace them. Such a loving couple makes Feng Hongluan envious.
"Dad, don't be sad. My daughter said that mother is always by our side."
"Yes, Dad knows." Fengcheng took a breath, looked at Feixue, and patted Feng Hongluan on the shoulder, "Let's go, it's snowing, be careful of catching a cold."
"Yeah! Luo He, help father hold the umbrella."
"As you command, miss."
Luo He and Liu Xiang held up umbrellas and followed Fengcheng and Feng Hongluan back from the cemetery. Feng Hongluan was also a little sad, thinking of her mother. Although her body was not strong, her family ran a martial arts school and her maternal grandfather
He is also very skilled in martial arts. He taught half of his body to his mother. It is true that his mother is not good at martial arts, but after years of training, his body is rarely infected by even a small cold.
Who would have thought that such a good person would contract an incurable disease and die at such a young age.
"Dad, what kind of disease did mother have back then?" Jiang Nanzi was coming tomorrow, and she wanted to know how there could be such a disease. The disease came like a mountain, and it was good for a person. If he said it was gone, he would be gone. Jiang Nanzi was familiar with it.
Medical etiquette, if you describe the disease to him, maybe he will know what the disease is, unlike those imperial doctors who only say that there is no cure, all the internal organs are exhausted, the pulse is empty, the breath is weak, and they don't tell what the disease is.
Fengcheng recalled painfully: "Years ago, your mother just felt some discomfort in her abdomen. I thought your mother was pregnant again, and she was very happy. But the doctor came over to knit and said that she had a stomachache, not pregnancy, so she started
After a few doses of medicine, I gradually got better, so I stopped paying attention to it, and didn’t want to..."
He paused for a moment, looking even more distressed, and continued, "It was the third day of December. Your mother had blood in her urine. I was really frightened. I immediately asked the imperial doctor to come for treatment, and the imperial doctor prescribed
Some medicines say that your mother suffers from hematuria (blood in urine), which is caused by heat disturbing the blood and accumulating heat in the kidneys and bladder.
, damage to the meridians, causing excessive circulation of nourishing blood, and blood coming out of the urine, must be caused by excessive heart fire, damp heat in the bladder, damp heat in the liver and gallbladder, deficiency of the kidneys, strong fire, and deficiency of the spleen and kidneys. Some prescriptions are prescribed for clearing the heart, purging the fire, cooling blood and stopping bleeding.
, and then gave me three dietary prescriptions for nourishing yin, reducing fire, replenishing qi and invigorating blood. I took the medicine according to the prescriptions.
Cook three meals for your mother according to the recipe. I don’t want your mother’s illness to be serious. At first, it was just drowning. In the end, every time she had a bowel movement, there were blood stains. I felt something was wrong. Please come.
Many imperial doctors, but not
I thought, they actually said that your mother was exhausted and there was no way to save her. After that, her body became weaker and weaker day by day. On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year that year, I saw her suddenly able to sit up and hug you. I thought it was God who loved her and called her.