I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 77 Mother and Daughter Night Talk (asking for monthly ticket)

Sang Que understood that her mother was doing this for her own good, so she nodded after listening to her mother's advice.

"Mom, thank you for reminding me. I'm actually just curious about what kind of person he is. If he's still alive and is the way I can accept him, I can get to know him. It would be nice to have another relative. If he's the way I can't accept, then I won't bother you and we can both be well."

"I'm sorry you've been wronged." Sang Wan's eyes were full of heartache.

Sang Que smiled, "What's wrong with this? We are complete strangers. What if it's just my wishful thinking and he doesn't want to recognize me at all? What if he lives a better life than me? It's not like his father can't take care of him. I just can't understand why my biological mother left him and me. After what happened with Qin Lu, I'm quite worried that my biological father is not a good person and will abuse him."

Sang Wan said, "You have been exposed to too few things in school. Most of your classmates have their mothers accompanying and taking care of them while their fathers are busy with work. So you subconsciously have formed an inherent perception that children should be taken care of by their mothers and that fathers are not good at taking care of their children."

"That's not wrong. You've been particularly dependent on me as your mother since you were a child. Once you lose me, you will definitely fall into a huge panic and feel insecure. You will think that your brother is the same as you and feels insecure after losing their mother. It's understandable."

"But now you are only blaming your biological mother for leaving you. This is unfair to her. She is not only your mother, but also herself. She has the right to choose her own life. You should also consider the responsibilities that your biological father should shoulder throughout the whole matter."

Sang Que listened carefully. She and her mother often sat together and chatted like this. She listened to her mother analyze problems from an adult's perspective and corrected her cognition and values ​​that had not yet been fully formed.

Sang Wan asked again, "From your tone just now, it seems that you blame your biological mother?"

Sang Que frowned, feeling mixed emotions and not wanting to speak.

Sang Wan smiled, "I'm going to write what you said and your attitude towards this matter into the novel, and you're bound to be criticized."

When this was mentioned, Sang Que became anxious, "Oh my god! Don't write nonsense. Can't you write me more perfectly?"

Sang Wan deliberately put on a stern face, "That won't work. We must strive for authenticity, so that readers can see your true self and see you mature little by little. Let me ask you a question, do you blame your aunt for abandoning us?"

Sang Que said anxiously, "How could it be! Auntie...it was an accident."

"So why do you blame your biological mother for abandoning your brother and you? She can't have an uncontrolled accident?"

Sang Que was speechless for a long while before he said, "These two things are different! [I blame her for not explaining everything clearly, and almost causing me to…]"

Sang Que glanced at Sang Wan, and Sang Wan recalled that morning when [Sang Que was possessed by the Yin Tong and lost control, and almost killed her].

Sang Wan realized that the [source of Sang Que's resentment] was here. Sang Que [could not tolerate anyone hurting her, not even her biological mother. Because she cared about her, Sang Que blamed her biological mother].

"At least, she left you some money to protect you several times. Xiao Que, I still say the same thing. I hope you can make your own decision after understanding the whole picture of the matter. People should not be slaves to emotions and be swayed by them."

Sang Que looked at Sang Wan with emotion and reached out for a hug. "Mom, you are so kind. You accompany me to have a meal and talk with me. It is like a comprehensive psychological counseling and a correction of my worldview! If you hug me again, I will be fully revived!"

Sang Que only shows his gentle side in front of his mother. Usually outside, he is always taciturn and cold.

Sang Wan slapped her hand away, "You are already an adult, quickly pack up all these and come to the study, we can talk about business."

After some tidying up, Sang Que put the little general in a cage to sleep, and asked Xuan Yu to take some time to rest as he had to rush back to the Gui Dynasty tomorrow morning.

Xuan Yu's eyes can see some special things. For example, the old locust tree in the Liu family's yard was recognized by Xuan Yu at a glance. Moreover, rubbing Xuan Yu can relieve her various negative emotions in the Gui Dynasty.

Xuanyu can still understand her commands, and she can also sense Xuanyu's thoughts. Perhaps after some proper training, Xuanyu can fight alongside her.

Considering that a cat can move its claws left and right more than ten times in one second, it can definitely be a good helper to her.

In the study room.

Sang Wan was wearing glasses and was sitting at the long table, checking the letter that Sang Que brought back.

"Wait a moment. These letters that Yan Daozi put in the book that you brought back this time have something special."

Sang Que didn't disturb her. Seeing that the computer was stuck on the typing page, she flipped through it and found that it was a new book written by her mother.

"I have a spooky dynasty?"

Sangque curled his lips and looked at the data of the new book period. Hmm...

It should be better with more words in the future!
She also needs to make good use of the space in the Strange Dynasty so that her mother will have more things to write.

This book is a preparation for the long-term and stable enhancement of the Heart Lantern in the future, relying on the population advantage of the modern era. Unlike the Gui Dynasty, even if she can gain the respect of 100 villagers today, if half of the 100 villagers die tomorrow, the number of her Heart Lanterns will drop by half, which is too unstable.

Sang Que slid the mouse to read the contents of the book and saw the names of the people in the story with a puzzled expression.

"Mom, what's up with all these names in the book?"

Sang Wan looked up at the computer and said, "I changed the names of the villains just in case. Otherwise, I am afraid that the negative emotions such as disgust and hatred of readers in the future will also turn into some kind of power and be transmitted to them. I wrote this book for you, not for them."

Sang Que was amazed, saying that he was worthy of being a writer, his thinking was so meticulous.

"Unless it's someone who is beneficial to you, I won't use my real name. Once this book has a reader base, you can use it to win people's hearts in the Gui Dynasty. But what I'm not sure about yet is, apart from you who can travel between the two worlds, whether other people in the Gui Dynasty will be affected by the factors in the modern world, and how big the impact will be..."

"Then wouldn't I be like the Taoist master of the Gui Dynasty, who can 'lend' incense to others?"

Sang Wan took off his glasses and said with a smug look on his face, "It's not you, it's your mother!"

Sangque smiled, pretended to be a gentleman, took off his hat and saluted.

"You are a writer who does not belong to the Weird Dynasty, the mysterious ruler of the fantasy world, the great mother goddess who controls the lighthouse and the direction. Praise you, my mother!"

Sang Wan was amused, "Alright, alright, your Chinese level has improved by leaps and bounds, come and sit down!"

Sang Wan put Yan Daozi's letters aside and said, "Let's talk about the most important question for you first. You said before that you spent the night in the woods. Since there was no door, you couldn't come back, right?"

Sang Que nodded and said casually, "Yes, I want to carry a door panel with me next time."

Sang Wan pushed a piece of handwritten paper in front of Sang Que.

"You will try them one by one in this order. This door must exist in the true sense and be recognized by everyone, or it is just a concept and it can be accepted as long as you think it is a door."

Sangque read through the lines one by one. The first one was about the conceptual door. He would draw the outline of a door on the garden soil, tell himself that it was a door, and try to push it with talisman coins, and so on.

Secondly, are there any restrictions on the material of the door? For example, whether the outline of a door carved out of a tree is considered a door, and whether a sewer can be considered a door, and whether a door made of paper can be passed.

The third question is about the size of the door. Can a small door that can only accommodate one person go back and forth between the two worlds?

After reading this series of conjectures about doors, Sang Que was amazed. The writer's thinking is so terrifying!
She needs to think more in the future and break the limitations of her inherent cognition, which will be helpful for her to exploit loopholes in the evil rules in the future.

"By the way, Mom, I actually have another question I want to ask you." Sang Que put down the handwritten paper and said.

Sang Wan looked up, "It's about the widow of the Li family, right?"

"How do you know?" Sang Que was a little surprised.

"From your expression and description when you mentioned this matter, I can tell that this matter has had a great impact on your worldview. You can be indifferent to other people in the Gui Dynasty, but you can't hide your emotions from me."

Sang Que lowered her head. "I just don't understand Li's behavior of repaying kindness with hatred. He Bu Ning saved her and her child, and also saved others. Shouldn't she be grateful under normal circumstances?"

Sang Wan thought for a moment and said, "This is the complexity of human nature. What others think is good and right may not be what Li wants. I can't judge this matter. After all, none of us is Li. Only she knows her mentality at that time."

"But as a mother, I can empathize with one thing. If something happened to you, as long as there was a glimmer of hope that you could be saved, then no matter what others said to me, I would not listen. I would do everything I could to save you."

"Then will you hurt other innocent people in order to save me?" Sang Que asked.

Sang Wan frowned, "I... don't know..."

Sensing that her mother was in a bad mood, Sang Que hurriedly said, "Okay, let's not talk about this complicated issue. If you can't figure it out, forget it! Speaking of Yan Daozi's letter, what special things did you find, Mom?"

Sang Wan took a breath and moved the stack of letter papers next to her in front of the two of them.

"The letter you brought back this time, as well as the one you put in Ming Zhang's notes last time, both mentioned a 'storyteller'. According to the narration in the letter, this storyteller seems to have the ability to continue writing horror stories based on real events and make them happen in the real world."

"If it's possible and not dangerous, can you find this storyteller? I want to learn more about this story-writing ability."

　See you tomorrow~
　　(End of this chapter)