Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 168 Sudden Changes
Zhao Chengyan, who was kneeling next to her, suppressed crying and persuaded in a low voice: "Mother, don't cry."

"That's right, Da Furen." The serving maids also gathered around to explain: "You can drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body first, okay?"

Xu Yunjiao acted as if she didn't hear it, and her tears became more violent: "Master Xiang, you and I have been a husband and wife for so many years. Either you are angry with me, or I am angry with you. We have never been in harmony, and I have never been in harmony. I never knew what it was like to be loved by my husband... Even so, I still only have you in my heart, if you abandon me so cruelly, I, I, I don't want to live anymore..."

"Yunjiao!" The old lady's heart was pierced like a knife, and she called out in a hoarse voice, "Cheer up! You are the backbone of the house!"

"Old lady, how can I cheer up?"

Xu Yunjiao raised her head, tears flowed out of her eyes like pearls, and then pattered non-stop along her pale face onto the brocade clothes, where a large tear stain had long been wet.

Her entire upper body was trembling non-stop, as if she would collapse at any moment: "Zhao Xuan is already like this, how can I cheer up, what else should I cheer up for?"

"..." The old lady's calm mood, which was stabilized as if struck by lightning, was shattered by this sentence.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

That's right, if Xuan'er can't wake up, it means that no one can bear the foundation of the Zhao family, and the wealth and power will disappear in smoke.

They are female relatives, what's the use of cheering up?

The old lady felt grief in her heart, and she closed her eyes in good time before the turbulent tears hit.

It seems that the responsibility engraved in her bones has formed a conditioned reflex, making her remember one thing all the time:
She is the old lady of the big family, and she represents the decency of the entire Zhao family.

At any time, we must support the family's sky, and we must not be vulnerable in front of the children.

Thinking of this, she squeezed her face tightly, like a sea of ​​ice and snow, without the slightest emotion.

But the fingers trembled even more.

She recalled the scene of her husband's death.

At that time, the children were still young, and they all surrounded her like this, crying and shouting.

She closed her eyes in the same way, not letting herself shed a single tear.

She kept telling herself, convincing herself: she is the hostess of the Zhao Mansion, her husband left, and she has to support this day.

That night, she methodically arranged for people to go out to report the funeral, and softly coaxed several children to sleep.

Then he was alone preparing for the funeral.

The sky is full of mourning and joy, and white flags are flying.

For seven whole days, she was as strong as a towering ancient tree, standing proudly in the wind and rain, and all the relatives and friends who came to express their condolences were full of respect.

At that time, she had already engraved the honor and disgrace of the family in her bones.

The husband is gone, but the children are still young.

She knows that she still has unfinished tasks.

Therefore, although she was in grief, she did not feel any despair.

But now, facing her most beloved son, watching his life lose little by little, her heart also gradually became colder and colder.

It was as if all the bone marrow had been sucked out at once, leaving her body with nothing but skin.

Just when she felt that she was going to be unable to support herself, a soft palm gently landed on the back of her hand.

She opened her eyes in surprise, and saw a quiet face, and suddenly a clear spring poured into her heart that had been dried up in despair.

She murmured: "Miss Wei..."

I couldn't say anything anymore.

"Old lady."

Zhao Xiwei slowly sat down beside the old lady, and cast his eyes on the person lying on the couch.

Rao was mentally prepared, but her eyes suddenly flooded with a layer of water.

In her impression, her father was handsome and elegant, a rare handsome man.

But at this time, his whole body was wrapped in white cotton gauze, and there were streaks of blood oozing from the cotton gauze, which was shocking.

His face was pale, and he lay quietly on the couch, as if he had lost all signs of life.

Zhao Xiwei suddenly felt that his vision was blurred.

The scene before mother's death, at this moment, suddenly flooded her mind.

On that day, my mother's spirit was surprisingly good.

She remembered that when she woke up that morning, her mother's complexion suddenly became rosy and shiny, her eyes were filled with a peaceful smile, and she talked a lot with her.

The mother said: "Wei'er, your father is the best man in the world, I can rest assured that you will follow him from now on."

Mother also said: "After I leave, don't be sad, don't despair, and live well. No matter what kind of setbacks you encounter in the future, you must live well."

"Okay." At that time, she didn't cry, but her face was more gentle and calm.

Only she knew that behind this gentle and quiet, there was boundless fear.

Because she knows, there is a word called back to the light.

She was afraid that her voice was too loud, her breathing was too heavy, her eyes were too hot...

Even the wind blowing in from the window seemed to come from the ice cellar of hell, making her feel cold all over her body, and her bones were trembling with fear.

But she dared not reveal anything.

Because she was afraid of alarming her mother.

The mother at this moment is like a snowflake falling from the sky, it will disappear with a light touch.

She could only use the most gentle and well-behaved tone, and said with a smile: "Mother, I will be fine."

The corners of Niangqin's mouth curled up, and a proud smile bloomed: "My Wei'er, you are the strongest and bravest girl in the world. Niangqin believes in you, and will definitely live a happier life than anyone else."

"Mother, I will definitely." She replied softly, but solemnly promised like an oath.

Zhao Xiwei sat in front of the couch with a cold body, staring at his injured father motionlessly.

She is only 16 years old and has already experienced a life and death.

That time, she had had enough of that boundless fear.

She doesn't want to feel the second time...

There was warm liquid swirling in the eye sockets.

After mother passed away, father put his hand lightly on her shoulder and said, "Wei'er, you will still have a father in the future."

But now, is he leaving too?

The old lady managed to regain her senses, but instead she held Zhao Xiwei's hand and sighed in a low voice: "Sister Wei, you are the eldest daughter, so be strong."

yes……

be strong.

Inside the house, Xu Yunjiao was still crying, and because she was crying so sadly, she suddenly vomited "wow".

Zhao Chengyan was so frightened that she screamed: "Mother, mother!"

The servants were in a hurry, serving water and pouring tea, like ants on a hot pot, in a mess.

Zhao Xiwei took a deep breath, forcing back the turbulent emotions in his heart.

She heard her own voice calm and clear, asking, "Has the doctor been here?"

(End of this chapter)