The only way

Chapter 43
Tick ​​tock.

The continuous raindrops meandered along the blue-gray rubble, gathered into water, fell along the cornices, and fell heavily on the ground paved with bluestones, turning into fine rain flowers.

Lying in the light green brocade quilt embroidered with flowers and plants, a three or four-year-old girl with black long hair hanging loose, her face is so white that it is almost transparent, her small nose is breathing very shallowly, she looks like a fragile porcelain doll in her peaceful sleep .

creak.

The red wooden door brushed with tung oil was gently pushed open by a pair of hands as white as jade. The moist and clear emerald jade bracelet on the snow-white wrist reflected the snowy skin of the door, which was really beautiful.

Holding the pitch-black concoction, the woman in a concubine-colored dress has long hair like a waterfall, a simple bun, and a white jade bell hairpin inserted loosely. Her eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as a brush on her face. With a gentle smile like water.

"Chu'er, it's time to get up and take some medicine, don't sleep late." The woman's voice was as soft and gentle as her eyebrows and eyes.

In a daze at the beginning of Lingling, he only heard a voice that seemed familiar and yet strange, ringing in his ears.

She remembered that she seemed to have climbed the ladder to the point of coma?
With difficulty, he opened his heavy eyelids, and his blurred vision gradually focused on the face of the woman beside the bed smiling and looking down at her.

Seeing Lingchu open her eyes, the woman's originally gentle and smiling expression became softer, and her clear and moist eyes were stained with deep love, "Are you awake? Mother's little slob."

The mist instantly obscured the sight, the tip of the nose was sour, and Lingchu seemed to have sand in his throat, very hoarse, "Mother."

"Huh? What's the matter, I cry to my mother early in the morning," the woman pinched Lingchu's little nose dotingly, and blinked her left eye playfully, "You have to drink medicine even if you cry, you can't do it for your mother." will get used to you."

When she was young, she was in poor health. It is said that it was a congenital deficiency. When she woke up every day, she would always face a bowl of bitter soup.

When she was a child, she cried, made trouble, acted like a baby, and never escaped taking medicine once.

Looking at the face hidden deep in the memory in front of him, listening to the woman's soft smile, watching the hot air from the soup, Lingchu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the turmoil in his eyes.

Seeing that Lingchu's mood was wrong, the woman's eyebrows were stained with a few strands of sadness, and she stroked Lingchu's hair pitifully, her voice lowered a little, "Did my aunt have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, mother has always They are all here, and will always be with Nannan."

The light and quiet gardenia fragrance is the taste of mother.

Lingchu stretched out his hand to hug the woman, this embrace was very warm, very warm.

Obediently finished drinking the medicine, washed and dressed in mother's gentle movements, combed her hair with a bun, and wore a small hairpin with silver bells on it. Lingchu finished breakfast surrounded by mother.

The mother and daughter sat on the couch near the window, and the woman carefully covered Lingchu with a small blanket, and then opened half of the window, revealing the small yard, washed by the drizzle, with verdant vegetation flowers.

The bronze bells hanging under the eaves sway faintly in the gentle wind and drizzle. The oncoming breeze is mixed with the fresh breath after the rain. Flocks of sparrows are hiding from the rain under the eaves, shivering and being wet by the rain. feathers, making a crisp cry.

"This is jujube cake made by Aunt Chen, and gold milk cake. There is ginger tea in the pot. Chu'er obediently looks at the scenery for a while, and eat some when you are hungry, okay?"

Lingchu looked up at the woman's careful remonstrance, and a sweet smile appeared on her gentle and quiet face, seeming to be extremely happy.

It's like this again.

"Is he coming?" Lingchu heard his thin voice and deep emotions.

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

Daddy?

In a trance, outside the high courtyard wall, it seemed that the crisp voice of a child sounded again.

"We don't play with you."

"Sick child!"

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

"Yes, you are a bastard! A sick child!"

"Wild species! Sick seedling!"

"No, no, I also have a father. I'm not a bastard, and I'm not a sick child. I drink the medicine obediently. My mother said that drinking the medicine will make you better."

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

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

Because of the fall, the little girl whose skirt was stained with mud frowned, looked at her tall father seriously and innocently, and spoke in a soft voice.

The man whose palm was held by the girl froze and didn't speak for a long time, but just stroked her hair, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, means sorry, sorry, just can't.

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

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

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

Looking at the gentle and delicate face of the mother almost greedily, Lingchu smiled obediently, watched the mother leave to dress up, quietly looked at the small but well-kept courtyard full of vitality, and ate carefully bite by bite. Sipping warm pastries and drinking warm ginger tea.

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

"Is mother pretty?"

Changing into a light orange skirt with colorful silk sash, the girl who was originally gentle and watery became a little more bright and charming.

"It's beautiful, my mother is the most beautiful person in the world."

The woman's smile was as warm as the morning sun, and her eyebrows were picturesque.

There was another squeak, and the small door of the yard 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 well-behaved expression on his face, Lingchu calmly looked at the joyful woman, in the depths of his eyes, there was joy and warmth, but there was no nostalgia.

Lingchu had the answer. This look was Meizi's look when he saw her, not He Shu's look when he saw Huanniang.

Turning his head to look at the young man who came in from the door, he was as happy as a woman, but he also never saw the nostalgia in his eyes.

They are friends, they are relatives, but they are not lovers.

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

"Mother, the medicine is actually very bitter, but with mother around, it's not bitter, and daddy, I'm sorry, I received it," Lingchu lifted the blanket and glanced at the candied haws and The man with the doll slowly closed the window, then walked to the woman's side, stood on tiptoe and hugged the woman vigorously, "I miss you very much, but..."

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

After the words fell, everything that was frozen in front of my eyes instantly turned into nothingness, and the thick mist once again filled the entire space.

(End of this chapter)