Long Live the Lord

Although the cool breeze of the day and the night is still very different from that of the night.

Zhao Fengnian moved out a reclining chair as soon as it was dark. According to which one of his grandfather's in his memory, he drew a specific shape and explained its function, and asked his servants to find a carpenter to make it.

Although it doesn't have the folding function, it's much more comfortable to lie on it and enjoy the cool than sitting on your own chair in summer.

His father, Zhao Tian, also liked it very much after the test. He ordered his servants to make another one and put it in his office. When he was tired, he also had a short rest place.

Slowly, this incident spread to the ears of the rich mountain people and the small nobles of some nearby territories.

In this world of material life and lack of entertainment facilities, gossip and comparison seem to be more serious than the world in Zhao Fengnian's memory.

This also made the carpenter shop for Zhao Fengnian's reclining chair full of people, and there was an endless stream of custom-made reclining chairs.

Frightened, the boss rushed to the Lord's house and found Zhao Fengnian, explaining the situation and asking whether he could help others to make it.

This is a little Lord. In the territory, it belongs to the Lord and the eldest. He exists like a second.

If they decide to sell the things invented by the little Lord, and they are found out and annoy this one, then their family will not have a good life in their territory!

Zhao Fengnian, a young man, has no opinion about this. Since everyone likes to use it, you can do it. Anyway, I have one.

In the end, the carpenter gave thanks and promised to give Zhao Fengnian half of the profit from the sale of the couch.

Zhao Fengnian didn't care about it. He didn't have any money to spend. Even if there was, the housekeeper and servants of the family directly helped him.

The deep processing ability of this world is very poor, at least compared with the other world in Zhao Fengnian's memory.

Many items can see the shadow of raw materials, which makes Zhao Fengnian, who has another world life experience, very uncomfortable.

There is no fan in summer, no heating in winter, little sun, even most of the food is cooked directly on the table, there is no memory of the kind of food variety.

Thanks to Zhao Fengnian's good appetite and strong appetite since childhood, he is not only not thin, but also getting fatter and fatter, which seems to continue to be fat.

Zhao Fengnian, lying on the reclining chair, was covered with a thin blanket made of white animal skin, and his mind was full of thoughts.

"It seems that today is not as hungry as before. There are many stars in the sky, and the moon is bigger than the world I remember..."

Next to Zhao Fengnian's reclining chair, aunt LAN brought a small table with trays filled with all kinds of food.

Aunt LAN found that today's Zhao Fengnian seems to be a little different from the usual. He didn't eat as much as usual for dinner today, and he didn't cry hungry now, which is impossible to see in Zhao Fengnian's body before!

"Maybe I was reprimanded by the Lord again today. I'm in a bad mood..." Aunt LAN secretly guessed that she was still busy with her work.

Every day, as long as it was sunny, Zhao Fengnian would come out and lie in the yard and look at the stars. People would come to check on it from time to time. Only when he was found asleep did he take him back to the house.

In fact, Zhao Fengnian doesn't know why he likes looking up at the starry sky so much. He just thinks that the sky is beautiful and familiar

Unconsciously, he was absorbed in looking at it, and then his spirit was relaxed unprecedentedly. He would not suddenly jump out of another memory to affect his thinking.

Nothing to do, nothing to think about, the whole body as warm as soaking in warm water, very comfortable.

Also do not know how long, Zhao Fengnian staring at the sky eyes slowly closed, breathing long, is already asleep.

At this time, Zhao Fengnian often enters his dream world

It can't be said that it's a dream world, it should be said that it's another memory of him slowly unsealing.

With the release of Zhao Fengnian's memory, he recalled that when he was eight years old, he was about to celebrate the new year

His mother coughed more and more frequently, and he had not seen her get out of bed for a long time.

My mother was just lying in the hospital bed with a dropper and an oxygen tube attached to her nose.

His grandmother came from the countryside to their rented house to take care of his mother and herself.

Zhao Fengnian heard that his mother was ill. He was very sick. He also asked the adults what kind of disease his mother had and when she could get better?

However, adults are not clear.

It seems that the most important thing he does in this memory is to appear beside his mother's bed.

Mother is full of cocoons, skin and bone like hands, always holding his tender hands, smiling at him, as if to engrave him deeply in the mind.

In memory, when he woke up, he found that his mother was still looking at himself with gentle eyes, and his spirit seemed to be much better than before.

There was a circle of people around the hospital bed, including doctors and nurses, as well as his grandparents and several mother's brothers and sisters.Zhao Fengnian swept around the crowd blankly, people seem to be deliberately avoiding Zhao Fengnian's eyes.

He couldn't see anything unusual in their eyes, but most of their eyes were red.

Suddenly feel holding his hand, Zhao Fengnian looks at his mother.

Mother's breath at the moment a lot, eyes with reluctant, nostalgia, gently with another hand stroking Zhao Fengnian's cheek.

"Bumper year, mother sorry you, brought you into this world, but can't continue to take care of you, watch you grow up, get married and have children..."

"but mother really can't hold on... I really want to see you grow up... No matter how hard and tired, as long as I can look at you every day Cough · "

the mother seems to be breathing more quickly, and her pale face appears a trace of abnormal ruddy.

"Good year... Wait for me... Wait for my mother... You must be good Study hard... Take care of yourself, grow up to be a A good man with responsibility will be sure to Be obedient... "

The mother, who had been holding Zhao Fengnian's hand, was suddenly relieved Call... "

With a deep nostalgia for the world, all kinds of reluctant to give up Zhao Fengnian, as well as all the gratitude and resentment of the past, all turned into a long sigh and disappeared in this world.

With the deep sigh of this life, Zhao Fengnian's mother slowly closed her eyes, the corner of her eyes overflowed with a drop of muddy tears

After his mother finished the last sentence and released his palm, Zhao Fengnian looked at his mother and closed his eyes slowly

With that long exhalation sound, Zhao Fengnian felt as if the air in the whole room had been taken away together.

He tried hard to open his mouth to call out "mother", but he couldn't make a sound. The oppressed air made his mind stagnate at this moment.

With a low sobbing voice, the whole room suddenly seemed to be filled with air.

"Mom Mom Wuwuwu Mom!... "

Let Zhao Fengnian suffocate mood as if to find a breakthrough, he threw himself in front of his mother, crying loudly

Zhao Fengnian's grandmother came over at the moment, her eyes full of tears, and held Zhao Fengnian in her arms.

The nurse pulled the needle and oxygen tube out. The relatives pulled the white cloth over Zhao Fengnian's mother's head, moved her to a stretcher, and slowly walked out of the room.

Zhao Fengnian, who was hugged by his grandmother, cried and wanted to rush to stop them. However, he could not make any effort. He could only shout "Mom! Mom!... "

As the crowd disappeared into the room, Zhao Fengnian collapsed into his grandmother's arms and fainted.

Eight year old Zhao Fengnian seems to have known the difference and significance of life and death. He knows that his mother will never come back, and he can no longer hear his mother's doting cry: "feng'er..."

After that, Zhao Fengnian moved to his grandmother's home in the countryside. During this period, his grandmother took him to a tomb bag full of new soil. His mother's name was written on the tombstone!

He knew that his mother would sleep forever under this cold earth. When I see my mother again, I have to come here to talk to my mother.

But at that time, the mother would only listen quietly, no longer touch his cheek, gently call his name.