The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 607
Mao didn't speak.

It's just that his eyes are a little darker than before, and a little sadder.

After a long time, she asked: "The truth is very cruel?"

"Yes, very cruel."

Yan Sanhe gave Mao another sip of medicine, then came closer, "Huibao, how do you choose?"

"so bitter!"

Mao frowned tightly: "I am most afraid of suffering."

"Silly Huibao, all the medicines that can cure diseases are bitter."

Yan Sanhe put the medicine bowl on the table with one hand and held her hand with the other.

The hand is as skinny as a chicken's claw. Who would have imagined that more than three months ago, this hand was still weak and boneless.

Mao let out a long sigh, "It's better not to tell."

Yan Sanhe's hand shook slightly, "Why?"

"Isn't it good to be happy?"

For some reason, Mao's eyes were a little more alive, and his voice was a little louder than before.

"Life is already very hard. Let the bad things pass."

"You can't live like this all your life. Those are her biological parents."

"child."

Mao smiled slowly, "Don't figure everything out, it will be very tiring."

Is this your choice?
"But I feel reluctant for Ah Sheng. She should know."

Mao held Yan Sanhe's hand with his backhand and said, "Child, you can be happy in this life, but don't be sad. It's very short."

"you're right."

Yan Sanhe also laughed: "My grandfather didn't say anything later, and Ah Sheng lived his whole life in confusion and happiness."

"That's how it should be." Mao seemed satisfied with how the story ended.

Yan Sanhe: "The story is over. I'm going to call the uncle and the others. They have been waiting outside for a long time."

"They're all good boys."

Mao's eyes were very gentle, "You are also a good boy."

I'm not.

I didn't save your life.

Huibao.

Sorry, I broke my promise.

Yan Sanhe took a deep look at her, quickly pulled out his hand, and walked out without looking back.

Everyone came forward.

Yan Sanhe looked calm and said: "Don't say anything, let her go happily."

……

The children gathered around the bed.

Mao looked over one face after another.

"I'm so dirty. I was so rude when I saw Miss Yan just now. I want to change into clean clothes."

Zhu Yuanhao's hands hidden behind his back were so hard that veins popped out, "Mom, wear that red one with peonies embroidered on it. It looks great."

"San'er still understands my mother's heart."

"Put it on for me quickly."

Mao looked at Zhu Weixi: "Sister, are you crying?"

"no!"

Zhu Weixi quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "Mom, it's just sand in her eyes."

"Third sister, please help your eldest sister blow it."

"Oh!"

The third young lady pretended to blow twice, but tears came out of her eyes, "Sister."

"Hold on."

Zhu Weixi pushed her away and said, "Mom, let me change your clothes."

"Comb my hair again."

Mao picked up a strand of hair and said, "Why is it all white?"

"Whose hair is not white? I will be white in the future."

Zhu Weixi lowered her head: "Mom, let me help you comb your hair the best."

"It has to be the most beautiful."

Mrs. Mao had a little pride on her face: "Back then, your mother was one of the most beautiful women in Luoyang City, but her doorstep was stepped down by three inches by the matchmaker."

"It's not a beauty who can give birth to the likes of us."

Zhu Yuanhao brought the clothes closer: "Mom, please reach out."

The five brothers and sisters changed Mao's clothes and combed her hair. Mao said that her mouth had no taste and she wanted something sweet.

Four glutinous rice balls, half eaten.

Mao smacked his lips, satisfied, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Her last moments on earth had finally arrived.

Mao looked at Zhu Yuanmo: "Boss?"

"mother?"

"Carry my mother back to her own yard. This yard mother can't sleep well."

Zhu Yuanmo was lost for a moment, then squatted in front of her and said, "Mom, come up."

Mrs. Mao lay on her eldest son's body, resting her head on his broad back, laughing silently.

"Boss, when my mother gave birth to you, you almost hurt my mother to death with such a skinny child. Now your body bones have grown so strong."

"Mom, I'm in my early thirties."

"My lord."

Mrs. Mao sighed, "You are the eldest son, and the younger brothers and sisters will be left to you. It is not easy to support this family. My son has suffered."

Zhu Yuanmo paused, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Second child."

"mother."

Zhu Yuanzhao quickly followed.

Madam Mao raised her hand and gently touched every inch of his face.

"Mom has never seen it before, but my dick turns out to be so good. Don't blame me."

"No complaints, not at all."

"Second brother, mother doesn't worry about anyone, she only worries about you."

Mao looked at him and sighed again.

"If you meet someone good in the future, ask for another room. My previous mother didn't treat Ren well enough. You should treat the one behind me a little better for me. If you treat her well, she can love our sister and you."

Zhu Yuanzhao nodded while crying.

"The third one."

"Mother, mother..."

The most favored son in the past held Mao's hand tightly, crying as he walked away. "Why are you crying? You are an adult now. You must take good care of your elder brother in the future, listen to your elder brother's words, and don't cause trouble for the family, remember?"

"Well, I remember."

Just remember it.

Mao was a little tired and closed his eyes, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Mom, we'll be here soon."

Zhu Yuanmo's feet were fast, with Zhu Yuanzhao and Zhu Yuanhao helping him on the left and right, and within a moment, he reached the middle.

When she reached the entrance of the courtyard, Mrs. Mao suddenly opened her eyes and took a deep look at the courtyard.

She didn't speak until she was sleeping on her own bed, with her pillow on a familiar pillow, and then she sighed quietly:
"It's better to have your own yard."

Everyone gathered around again.

At this time, no one was crying anymore, even the third lady's face was dry and she was smiling.

Miss Yan said that she wanted my mother to leave happily.

Mao raised his eyes, slid past Zhu Weixi, and landed on Xie Erli.

Xie Erli walked forward and sat down by the bed.

"mother?"

"Hey!"

Mrs. Mao responded loudly, "Rili, how do you always treat me?"

"Mom, treat me well."

"Then for mother's sake, treat your eldest sister better."

"Um--"

"This child has a temperament like mine. She can't hide anything and dares to do anything. Don't argue with her, huh?"

Xie Erli: "Don't worry, Mom, I won't do it."

Mao: "Even if she makes any mistakes in the future, you should scold her lightly and hit her lightly. If you hit her, it will hurt your mother's heart. She cannot bear to see her daughter suffer."

Xie Erli: "Mom, I will treat her well."

"Good boy, what a good boy."

A little tear flashed in Mao's eyes: "My eldest sister, the most lucky thing in this life is to be able to marry you."

Xie Erli turned his head and glanced at Zhu Weixi, "It's also my blessing."

"Three sisters."

"mother."

"Remember your mother's words and listen carefully to your brothers and sisters. As long as you listen to them, you will be blessed throughout your life."

"Mom, I will also listen to you, and I will listen to you from now on."

"Silly girl."

Mrs. Mao glared: "When you get married, you should listen to your husband and your parents-in-law."

After pausing for a moment, she shook her head again: "Third sister, when you marry someone, you become a member of someone else's family. You have to suffer a lot of grievances. You have such a bad temper!"

"mother……"

The third lady couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

Mrs. Mao patted her hand and waved to Zhu Weixi.

Zhu Weixi walked over step by step, leaned down, and gently buried his head beside Mao.

Just like when she was a child, her mother was leaning against the bamboo, and she had to get close to her.

Mother and daughter huddled together.

Mother stretched out her arms and held her gently in her arms.

Mao touched her back and said softly: "My eldest sister has lost weight."

Zhu Weixi cried silently, "I'll be back after a few meals."

"Mom has something on her mind. You can do it for her."

"Ah."

"Mom has seldom gone to Xiang's house in recent years. From now on, you can go to Xiang's house more often for my mother."

The light in Mao's eyes slowly dimmed.

"When we women get married, if we don't have family members to go around, we will be bullied over time."

"Uh-huh."

"My mother has never owed anyone anything in her life. She is just my second sister. I owe her this. I shouldn't!"

A little tear flashed in Mao's eyes.

"Look back, remember to tell her that if she is reincarnated in the next life and can still be my daughter, I will definitely love her well."

Zhu Weixi was crying so hard that she couldn't speak and could only nod her head vigorously.

The light was getting darker and darker, and Mao's pupils were getting smaller and smaller. She still had one word left.

However, I can no longer say it.

The faces of the children in front of me were blurred, and the room became darker little by little.

Is it getting dark?

In the darkness, Mrs. Mao saw her father and mother.

Mother leaned on her father's arms, holding a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

Why are you crying? My daughter has lived happily all her life without suffering any grievances, so she is considered complete.

We women can never compete with our hearts.

Who made me like him?

When you are with the person you like, don't ask whether it is a blessing or a curse, fate or calamity.

The last gap in Mao's eyes finally closed.

In the darkness, she saw a young man with red lips and white teeth behind the main hall of Jietai Temple, kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva to pray.

She thought to herself, whose young master is this? Why is he so handsome?
She saw the endless lanterns on the old streets of Luoyang Mansion.

On the other side of the lantern, there was a person standing.

The man had handsome features.

"Young Master, what is your name?"

"Zhu Xuanjiu."

At this moment, Mao finally said the words that she had no time to say.

Only three words -

"Injustice!"

Outside the corner door.

A carriage stopped.

Zhu Weijin waved away the man's outstretched hand, jumped off the carriage, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and ran as fast as she could toward Zhu's mansion.

I don’t know how long I ran, but suddenly I heard a cry.

Zhu Weijin was stunned for a moment, feeling as if something had pierced his heart.

"mother--"

She fell to her knees and screamed heartbreakingly.

(End of this chapter)