Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 90
Holding Tan Su all the way to the top of the mountain, Ning Zimo never put her down, and didn't even touch anyone else with his hands. When he climbed up, his steps were a little unsteady and he was out of breath.

Tan Su got out of his clothes, and saw snow-white, the plum blossom branches all over the mountain, layer upon layer, and the plum blossoms on the branches were also white, overlapping with the snow, it was almost dazzling.

Ning Zimo chuckled, "I was dumbfounded, I was also dumbfounded when I watched it for the first time."

Tan Su stretched out her hand and pulled the nearest branch, wanting to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms, but accidentally shook the snow off it, and it fell into her sleeves, shivering from the cold, she let go of her hand in fright.

"stupid."

Ning Zimo put her down gently, folded a plum blossom, and handed it to her, "Take it."

Tan Su took it in a daze, and was hugged by him again. She kept staring at the plum blossoms, as if she had something on her mind, and counted them one by one, even forgetting to blink her eyelids.

Qi Bing still wanted to follow, but was stopped by Mu Jiufang, "The young couple kissed me, what are you doing with this piece of wood? I want you to go, I am old."

Mu Jiufang jumped off him, his crutch became unsteady as soon as it hit the snow, and he walked tremblingly. Qi Bing glanced at him, then at Ning Zimo, and stretched out his hand to hold Mu Jiufang. Fang picked it up and walked to the broken house on the top of the mountain.

Ning Zimo carried Tan Su into a pavilion. The pavilion was still very new, and it seemed that it was only repaired in recent years. He put her on the stool, leaned against the railing, and let her lean into his arms. The clothes on his body were carefully arranged by him again.

Tan Su slowly relaxed her body and leaned against him, her eyes fell far away, far-reaching, "Master, do you know that there is a saying in our place that people who commit suicide have no recourse, they can only be beaten Entering the eighteenth level of hell, repeating the process of committing suicide day and night, life after life cannot be liberated."

"Why did you think of this?" He hugged her a little tighter, "Don't think wildly, no one would commit suicide for no reason."

"I just think of my mother." Tan Su lowered her eyes, stared at the plum blossom in her hand lightly, and gently stroked the snow-white petals with her fingers, "My mother has a plum blossom hairpin, which belongs to seven flowers. She has always liked it very much. I was reluctant to take it with me on weekdays, but I took it out to play with it mischievously, and broke two of them. After that day, I never saw her bring that hairpin again, but I know she kept it in the box."

Ning Zimo smiled softly, leaning his chin on her shoulder, "You were really naughty when you were young."

"That hairpin was given to her by my father." Tan Su opened her eyes, as if she had seen something, and never blinked, "When my father was young, he drew a picture of Yimei the beauty for my mother. I also wrote a poem, praising my mother as 'the proud plum in the snow, relying on the branch alone'."

"En." Ning Zimo responded to her softly.

"Do you know, actually my mother didn't die of illness." Her pupils dilated all of a sudden, her body was as stiff as ice, and her fingers felt cold. "She has always been in poor health. It’s a very rare disease, and every time you get sick, you’ll be depressed, self-harm, and even your own life.”

Ning Zimo was startled suddenly, "Did your mother commit suicide?"

"She didn't commit suicide either." The plum blossom in her hand twirled slightly, it was unbelievably beautiful, "People who commit suicide will only go to hell, which is very taboo in our place, but when my mother gets sick, she will lose her mind. That day I hid behind the door and saw my father with my own eyes. He took the plum hairpin from the box and stabbed it into my mother's throat. The blood spurted out from there, and it was red. From that day on, my father became crazy. I was also afraid of seeing other people bleed."

Ning Zimo suddenly tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, "I don't know, I'm sorry."

Tan Su leaned against his arms, her gaze gradually lost.

(End of this chapter)