Don’t be too poisonous to the concubine of the Wu family who was born in Wu

Chapter 3478 537. Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water (Qin Furong saw her mother’s life)
  Nanxiang is also known as a water town. It has beautiful mountains and rivers, many strange mountains and abundant water. The climate here is like spring all year round. There are scenery everywhere, surrounded by mountains and water, with skylight and cloud shadows. In one day, the scenery changes with the sky. The color of the sun changes endlessly with the changes in clouds, and is bright and beautiful.

There are many residential buildings here as natural villages, integrated into the pastoral scenery, beautiful water and green trees. Most of the houses here are made of bamboo and wood. Moreover, this kind of dwelling is simpler, with a wooden frame structure, the roof is made of wooden boards as tiles, and the walls are made of bamboo and dry wood.

In fact, when Tan Furong saw the courtyard here for the first time, her heart was already rippled.

Here is the true meaning of life, where every flower and leaf is filled with love, and you can live your life with a cup of tea and a meal, simple, natural, relaxed and comfortable. A real "luxury house" does not have dazzling ornate decorations, but is naturally high-end and beautiful.

After seeing too many magnificent modern architectural designs, in fact, returning to the true nature, the architectural design concept of traditional Chinese houses is just like the houses here, which emphasize the unity of nature and man, the harmony between man and nature, and the architectural design also needs to match the external appearance. environment.

And for some reason, after Daqin Furong walked in here, she felt an indescribable feeling. Even though it was her first time here, she felt an inexplicably familiar atmosphere.

"What exactly do you want to do by bringing me here?"

Tan Furong clearly longed for everything here, but when she thought of her current status and everything in the Paradise Pavilion, she unconsciously and quietly hesitated.

Everything is fine here, but it doesn't belong to you...

Tan Furong knew this very well. If a person only lived in a dream, then she would definitely lose herself. And she also knew very well that she could not and would not live in a dream!

She had seen too many people lose themselves because of too much dreaming, and the final end was so tragic, and she didn't want to be like those people.

Therefore, when she is just tempted, she should wake up immediately and never get trapped in it.

Tan Furong, who was so defensive, did not arouse Shan Lingyao's resentment. On the contrary, it made Shan Lingyao feel a little distressed.

Shan Lingyao leaned against the doorframe, blocking the door tightly with her body, not giving the other party a chance to escape.

At this time, Tan Furong looked a little irritable and stared at Shan Lingyao impatiently.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's my turn to ask you this, what do you mean?"

"I'm helping you!"

"Thank you for helping me! Don't you think what you are doing is redundant?"

Tan Furong lost control of her emotions and her voice became many times louder.

Shan Lingyao was not worried at all about Tan Furong's loss of control. He just smiled, tilted his head and said -

"Do you know why you feel this place is familiar?"

"Why?"

Tan Furong became more and more uncomfortable and irritable.

"Because this is your former home -" Shan Lingyao winked and said, "It's right there, but it's your mother's favorite place to play around."

Hearing this, Tan Furong not only took a breath of air, but said, "You are a liar!"

Shan Lingyao curled up his lips slightly and said with a smile: "Why should I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself!"

Tan Furong subconsciously looked back, and at that glance, she was stunned, because the image of a woman really appeared in front of her eyes. Although the image was half virtual and half real, Tan Furong felt a trace of it in her heart. Throbbing.

This figure is so familiar...

A woman always wears a simple cotton robe and has a calm face. She looks at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the door and the clouds rolling in the sky. She eats the fireworks of the world but is not in the fireworks of the world. She enjoys the change of the four seasons leisurely, understands the difficulty and difference of life, and does what she should do in each season.

Tan Furong was immersed in it unknowingly, seeing the virtual and real figure becoming more and more real. Inadvertently, Tan Furong burst into tears——

In March, peaches and plums are fragrant, and the petals are picked to make peach blossom wine; in April, when the loquats are mature, loquat wine and mulberry loquat ice are made; in May, cherries are in season, so cherry wine, simmered cherry jam, dried cherries, and cherry-lime drinks are prepared; in July During the Qiqiao Festival, purple sweet potatoes are used to make Qiqiao cakes; during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Soviet-style fresh meat mooncakes appear; in September, sweet-scented osmanthus wine is on the agenda; as autumn and winter come, pickled bacon, sausages and fish are hung high From now on, the yard is overflowing with the happiness of harvest. Eat according to the season, and the changes of the four seasons are all within the square inch of the dining table.

The scene in front of me flashed quickly, and my mother’s journey here was so real and so warm——

The scene of life is a small mountain village with beautiful environment and isolation from the world. In the picture in front of you, you can occasionally see villagers and grandma, without losing the atmosphere; occasionally there are a few dialects to communicate, simple and natural; the distinctive characters are very important to the picture. This image of an ancient girl who is taciturn, diligent, capable, filial and independent.

It turns out that my mother also smiles from the bottom of her heart.

In the morning mist, by the pool in the garden, the fragrant grass is scattered, and the green shade is deep in front of the eaves and behind the rafters, as if we have returned to that innocent and slow-paced era.

In the hands of her mother, her courtyard was designed to be a fairyland on earth. She could do everything from making wine, growing flowers, growing vegetables, farming, curing bacon to homemade swing pavilion, bamboo sofa and movable type printing, etc., which is admirable.

From making wine, raising bees, burning bricks, and baling cattails, my mother did everything by herself. Even after working hard, there was never a trace of reluctance on her face. She focused on her work and was happy. Singing songs on the ground makes people feel relaxed in soul and body.

Inside the house, his father was holding a book and reciting poetry. In the backyard of the house, there was a small bamboo pavilion with a stone countertop, a tea table for drinking tea, and a xiao on the sky.

When she saw Xiao, Tan Furong unconsciously began to play a familiar melody. This melody was the melody she often heard in her mother's womb.

Thinking of everything, this is where my parents live, simple and unpretentious, but a return to nature.

There are too many boring and tedious things in life, but as long as you are willing, you can turn these trivial things into a kind of fun. It may seem like an extremely tedious job to others, but you can immerse yourself in it and feel the joy of life. of joy and pleasure.

But such a simple and simple life is something that I can't ask for and can't reach.

At this moment, Tan Furong was really happy for her mother. At least in her life, she had no regrets and lived for herself.

And looking back at myself...

It seems that she doesn’t have the courage to take this step as a mother...

Because she cares too much and bears too much weight...

(End of this chapter)