deadly mantra

Chapter 85: Unworthy people, unworthy tears
Ji Fanyin's heart was beating like thunder, and the moisture in her eyes made her eyes flush.

Pearl plum, pearl plum...

There is still one of my mother's favorite pearl plums still alive. Even though it was transplanted in a corner that no one cares about, it is still blooming peacefully and with the most beautiful flowers.

Ji Fanyin watched with obsession.

Feet, walked over involuntarily.

Stand under the tree.

Ji Fanyin raised his head and looked excitedly at the pearly plum blossoms swinging in the wind. His eyes fell on the fluffy stamens. His thoughts were whirling, and the scene in his memory appeared in front of his eyes——

"Your grandma, she is a very gentle person. Her favorite flower is chrysanthemum. The way she smiles is very kind and kind... Her hands are soft and warm. If she knew, she still has A granddaughter will definitely be very happy, very happy, will...be very happy."

Her mother held her in her arms and looked at the endless sea, smiling but crying.

Tears, like pearls, hurt her young face.

At that time, she didn't understand why her mother didn't go back to visit her mother since she had a family.

Since they are relatives that cannot be touched, why do they have to talk about it again and again and take the trouble to talk about it.

And why are you crying?

Whenever she asked the questions in her heart, her mother would cry harder, hugging her tightly, and speaking words that seemed to comfort her, but more like convincing herself to believe something.

"She is very gentle, very gentle, very gentle..."

"Her hands are warm, very warm, very warm..."

gentle?

warmth? ?
Now that I think about it, it seems like a sarcastic joke.

Ji Fanyin blinked her eyelashes lightly, sweeping away the fluctuating emotions in her eyes.

She climbed up the lush pearl plum blossoms and picked a few branches, intending to go back and put them in the vase.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind.

"Little girl, who are you?"

call--

A gust of wind rolled up Ji Fanyin's light green skirt, and her long green hair blew past her eyes, covering the flash of shock in her eyes.

She suppressed the expectations in her heart and quickly calmed down. She hugged the flower branches and turned around slowly with a smile as bright as a flower.

The old lady standing at the corner has a kind face and a graceful demeanor.

Her skin was well maintained, with only a few wavy wrinkles crawling around the corners of her eyes, revealing her true age.

The delicate features are vaguely visible, with the gentleness Ji Fanyin is familiar with.

The old lady looked away from Ji Fanyin and looked a little surprised when she saw the quietly blooming Pearl Plum, as if she didn't know that the flowers here were blooming so vigorously.

Ji Fanyin turned sideways, followed her gaze, looked at Zhenzhu Mei, and said:
"I passed by the wall and saw small white flowers floating out. What is this flower? What is it called? It's very beautiful."

Mrs. Ji stood there, as if unwilling to set foot in a dark and narrow place, but her voice was kind and said:

"It's called Pearl Plum. It blooms in summer and has snow-white flower buds that look like plum blossoms. It's a very common ornamental tree species in gardens."

Givenchy seemed to ask accidentally:

"Really? I walked all the way from the front yard and only saw one here. It's not very common."

Mrs. Ji was slightly panicked and quickly looked away:

"I thought it was gone. After all, it died last year, but I don't know how it came back to life."

Hearing the sound, Ji Fanyin blinked her eyelashes, raised a smile on her lips, turned around, faced Mrs. Ji, and walked over step by step.

As she walked out of the darkness, the gorgeous sunshine fell on Givenchy's charming smiling face.

With her clear eyes, she looked at Mrs. Ji who had a stunning look on her face, deliberately lowered her voice, and asked in a low voice:
"Excuse me, do you mind if I pick a few branches, take them back, and stick them up?"

Mrs. Ji looked at the aura between her brows and was slightly absent-minded. She shook her head and said:

"No, I don't mind, little girl, you are so beautiful. Who are you?" Ji Fanyin pursed her lips and smiled:
"My name is Ji Fanyin."

"Ji? What a coincidence, my husband's surname is also Ji."

Ji Fanyin hugged the flower branches and nodded respectfully towards Mrs. Ji:

"I know, you are Mrs. Ji."

Mrs. Ji was not surprised at all when she was recognized.

After all, most of the people who come to the house as guests have met her.

It's just that the person in front of me is a stranger.

Mrs. Ji smiled softly and asked:

"Little girl, who can you live with?"

Ji Fanyin's lips parted slightly, and just as she was about to answer, a servant rushed in with a face full of joy:

"Madam, madam! The little lady is here! She is looking for you outside."

In an instant, Ji Fanyin saw all kinds of tenderness blooming from Mrs. Ji's eyes.

She didn't even have time to say goodbye to Ji Fanyin, so she hurried out with her servants.

As Mrs. Ji left, the courtyard returned to silence.

The smile on Ji Fanyin's face disappeared little by little, and her eyes became cold.

He stood quietly for a while.

She raised the corner of her mouth with a cold sarcasm, turned slightly sideways, and looked into the depressing corner.

The former eldest lady of the Ji Mansion, the most beloved Zhenzhu Mei, no one cares about her anymore.

That's right.

That person who has been forgotten by the world in a daze, that talented woman who once amazed the whole country, her mother, the real eldest lady of Ji Mansion.

A name that even Mrs. Ji doesn’t want to mention again——

Ji Miaozhu.

Her mother.

The tears shed for these people are so unworthy.

Ji Fanyin was still a little shaken before coming here. Although the people here had nothing to do with her, they were her mother's most cherished relatives.

After arriving here, the abandoned Pearl Plum and the completely erased name were like a needle piercing Ji Fanyin's heart.

The only remaining pity became completely meaningless after meeting Mrs. Ji.

At this point, even if my mother comes to stop it in person, she can no longer change her planned plan.

Then, worrying about memories without any authenticity will only make her hate everything here even more.

The dull pain in Ji Fanyin's chest slowly disappeared, but was replaced by unprecedented determination.

She came to protect the abandoned ones.

She comes to reveal the forgotten truth.

Ji Fanyin squeezed the flower branches tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white.

She closed her eyes, took a long, deep breath, put on her usual smile, and strode out of the courtyard.

Not long after walking, a cursing voice came from behind the trees in front.

"Why should I leave through the back door as soon as that girl comes! I came here with a gift today! I am a distinguished guest of the Ji Mansion! How can this be unreasonable! Mrs. Ji is too protective! She is simply bullying! I won't leave ! I won’t leave! What can Bao Simu do to me!"

Ji Fanyin had the ability to remember what he heard, and he immediately recognized that it was Bao Jingtong's voice.

She smiled slightly, with a glimmer of light in her eyes, and followed the voice and walked over.

(End of this chapter)