The improved female villains regained their memories

The daughter was in a hurry: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just delicious."

"Really!? Mother, eat more!"

Women used to eat a lot of fish at home.

Sweet and sour, fried, steamed, she has eaten them all, but this fish is the best fish she has ever eaten.

She wiped away her tears, ate small bites, a happy smile suddenly filled her face, and murmured:

"Silly boy."

The daughter ran out again, not knowing why, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, and still stubbornly said the last sentence:

"You are really the stupidest, stupidest child in the whole world."

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Su Murong ran into the pharmacy angrily, and shouted, "Old man, teach me how to refine qi and blood pills!"

Mr. Qian was still sitting there, puffing on his pipe, and when he saw Su Murong rushing in, he put down his cigarette: "It's decided?"

"You have asked this question once, and you have made a decision. Hurry up!"

"Row."

He leaned over, took out a piece of paper, and threw it to Su Murong: "Go back first and memorize these medicines, their effects and procedures."

Su Murong's eyes widened: "Do you still want to carry something?"

"Scared?"

"Scared ass!"

"Then you can't read?"

"Admit it, why don't you admit it! Just wait, I will recite it to you tonight!"

She picked up the paper, turned around and ran out, and met Yang Pingsheng outside.

He was sweeping the snow with his head down, looking restless, Su Murong jumped up from behind and patted him, saying, "Hey, what are you thinking!?"

"Ah?" Yang Pingsheng turned around in a daze, and found that it was Su Murong, and forced a smile: "Have you got the pill formula?"

"No, I took a piece of paper, on which were written such messy things as the efficacy and process of medicinal materials, old things let me memorize them first."

"Well, how is your mother?"

"It's pretty good. I walked around with her today and slaughtered the old immortal again. I'm so happy." Su Murong said with a smile, "The Qi and Blood Pill still works, so I will refine Qi and Blood from now on." Dan!"

"This, this way..."

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, then go back quickly, don't make your mother wait in a hurry."

"Well! When I achieve my magic, I will give you a few later, let's go!"

Yang Pingsheng watched Su Murong wave away and let out a heavy sigh.

He fixedly looked at his palm, and asked aloud, "System."

"Ok?"

"Is this... the fate you said?"

"It's about the same. People are born with numbers, immortals have kalpas, and mortals have fates. These are determined by the way of heaven and cannot be changed."

"Really."

Yang Pingsheng raised his head, stretched out his hand, and caught Xue Hua.

Cold, cold, unkind.

So this is... the way of heaven?

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The sun is setting in the west, the setting sun is like blood.

Su Murong ran home excitedly.

"Mom, I got something good, let me tell you, in the future you..."

The room was silent.

Su Murong's smile disappeared, she slowed down, and gently pushed open the wooden door.

crunch--

"mother?"

The blood-red afterglow came into the light, and the figure on the beam swayed, and the hemp rope was connected, making a creaking sound.

Su Murong's hand hangs down and loosens.

The paper left the hand, fluttered and fluttered, and along with the snow, floated on the ground and disappeared.

That winter, a baby girl was born.

That winter, a mother committed suicide.

The snow that winter fell slowly, bringing life and death.

Su Murong's mother died.

Even with that, her dignity died.

From that day on, no one told her who Su Murong's glory was.

Because she was an orphan.

An orphan without a mother.

Chapter 140: Snow stops

The snow is falling, covering the grave.

People in Floating Cloud City, some died of starvation, some died of illness, and some committed suicide like Su Rouxue. After death, the corpses were piled there. Once the ice and snow were covered, it became a cemetery.

But Su Murong couldn't do it, she stubbornly ran to the slope outside the city to dig, the frozen ground forced a hole for her.

She buried Su Rouxue's body inside. The so-called grave was just a wooden plaque with the engraving of her mother Su Rouxue on it.

She stood there quietly, and Yang Pingsheng accompanied her, holding her cold little hand.

"My whole life..."

"Ok?"

"Will mother be cold over there?"

"..."

Yang Pingsheng couldn't answer.

He had seen the scene of the dead, and he had also seen the scene of the living grieving over the loss of their loved ones, but this was the first time he saw Su Murong's situation.

There was no crying, no distraught, nothing, she was quiet, all liveliness disappeared in an instant, leaving only silence.

She broke free from his hand, her body swayed, and she turned and left.

"Mu Rong!"

Like a walking corpse, her body moved forward, and she was about to fall into the snow, Yang Pingsheng hurried forward to support her.

His body was as cold as snow, Yang Pingsheng shuddered, and subconsciously hugged Su Murong tightly.

There is no highlight in her eyes, they are empty, looking into the distance.

"I don't have a father."

"As soon as I was born, my father left."

"My mother and I grew up together. From a young age, only my mother took me with me."

"I have been with her all the time. In this city, she is my only relative."

"But now that she's gone, I'm really the only one left."

"I'm the only one left in that room."

Yang Pingsheng walked with Su Murong in his arms.

Along the way, Su Murong's eyes were empty, and he chattered a lot, about his birth, about his mother when he was still alive, about how she and his mother struggled to survive in those years, and talked a lot.

When she mentioned that Su Rouxue taught her to practice calligraphy and she was lazy and didn't want to learn it, she suddenly let out a strange laugh.

"Ha ha……"

The snow became a little smaller, Su Murong buried his face in Yang Pingsheng's arms, and became silent again.

At night, when they returned to the thatched cottage, Yang Pingsheng was worried about Su Murong, so he asked Old Man Qian for leave to take care of him.

Still in the familiar dim room, Su Murong lay sideways on the bed, facing the wall, neither talking nor eating.

Yang Pingsheng came in with hot water, looked at her, and sighed helplessly. He put down the water, looked at the untouched food on the table, stepped forward, and pushed her body.

"Xiao Rong?"

There was no movement.

The candle light was on, and was finally extinguished. Yang Pingsheng spread a straw mat on the ground, lay down, and looked at the pitch-black roof.

"Xiao Rong, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

Still nothing.

Su Murong was lying in the mother's place, motionless, as if dead.

Yang Pingsheng got up and looked over there, she was still facing the wall sideways, pretending to be a corpse.

"Hey……"

Unable to fall asleep, Yang Pingsheng put on his clothes, pushed open the wooden door, and walked out of the courtyard.