box of hearts

Chapter 282 Sha Tail: Reunion Forever (2)
The light and shadow in Qingtian's eyes intertwined gently, but his complexion was firm and upright, "Let me ask you, before you entered Beijing, what did you personally promise your Uncle Dahan?"

The Qi family thought a lot, scratched their heads, "Listen to your mother?"

"Then I told you not to trespass without permission, but you sneaked out in the morning, what punishment should you face?"

"Oh," the Qi family twisted their thick eyebrows, and stepped forward to hold Qing Tian's sleeve, tightly rolling the cuffs of the Buddhist Bajixiang in those slender palms, like a wisp of quiet lotus fragrance, "this place can't You want to suffocate your own son to death. Besides, I didn't rush, but I just went to the flower market. Look, I ran all over the square to pick this pot. The seller asked for ten dollars. Two, let me get the most out of the bargain. How is it? It’s pretty.” He caressed his chin and looked at the flowers in a serious manner. After half a day, he raised his hand and picked up a flower, “Well, this one is good, this one is the best, come here , I'll put it on for my mother."

"Go," Qingtian smiled and pushed, and pushed Qi's family away with one hand, "It's an old woman, what flowers are you wearing?"

"Tsk, I don't like to hear these words, what kind of old woman, my mother called her 'Shaohua Zhengsheng'." During the speech, the Qi family flipped their hands, put the flower hairpin into Qingtian's bun, and grabbed her shoulders Come forward and ask, "Uncle Dun, Aunt Yingzhi, do you think it is beautiful?"

Zhou Dun smiled and wrinkled his face, and raised his thumb, "Beautiful, beautiful people with flowers are even more beautiful."

"Hey, don't pick it off." Ying Zhi blocked Qing Tian with both hands, and looked left and right at her, "How long has it been since she has any bright colors on her body? With such a little makeup, she is still the number one beauty back then."

Qingtian took a ring of Canaan incense beads on his wrist, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable, "You guys are still booing."

The Qi family also brought their faces closer to her, and said solemnly: "It is said that my father built a whole big garden for my mother back then, but I have never seen my mother hairpin a flower since I was a child. In Beijing, I see that all the women in the Central Plains wear flowers. I thought to myself that if my mother is willing to wear them, she must look better than them. This look is ten thousand times better than I thought. Just dressed like this Don't go downstairs with me after a while, in case the governor's daughter who lives in Xitou bumps into her, seeing that your mother is so young and beautiful, she is ashamed of herself, so she won't flirt with your son any more. "

Hearing the words, Qingtian laughed and spat, and poked the Qi family's forehead, "No one taught me, I was born with such a sweet tongue, just like your old man."

Yes, exactly the same, that's the word.

At the beginning, Qingtian didn't feel that apart from the name "Qi Jia", this child had the slightest connection with his father.He was born on the second night of Qi She's death. During those two days, she was in a daze. She vaguely knew that Zhou Dun carried her into the carriage. Hebaru.He kept saying consoling words in poor Chinese, but she just stared dryly and embraced the golden box.Then her dress turned red.

The Qi family was born prematurely, and looked like a wrinkled little mouse when he was born.Qingtian has no milk to feed because she hardly eats.Qi's family can only drink cow's milk and goat's milk. After arriving in the capital, he has his own wet nurse—three, all as strong as cows.The Qi family also soon became as strong as a calf, and it grows when it sees the wind.Suhebalu put him and his little princes together to raise him. Sometimes at dusk he would carry him back to Qingtian's tent and sit there until the moon rose. I don't know why he talked so much.Suhebalu's Chinese is becoming more and more fluent, and Qingtian can speak a few words of Mongolian, but she rarely speaks, and she stays in bed all day long.In her memory, she probably has been lying like this for several years.until one day.

Qi Jia, who was almost six years old, disappeared.Everyone has searched everywhere, but there is no news.Qingtian was still on the bed, but he sat up straight, holding the box next to the pillow in his hand, staring at it. She personally drowned it with lime powder, wiped it with silk, and soaked it with sesame oil and medicinal herbs. Rotten heart, muttering words.And when people surrounded Xiao Qi's house and sent them in, she closed the lid of the box with a "bang" and rushed out of bed, picked up a horsewhip and swung it over.No one could persuade her, she beat her son to death like a demon possessed.Zhou Dun and Yingzhi fell to their knees and grabbed her leg and cried, but the Qi family laughed.The laughter frightened Qingtian to stop. She stared stupidly at the bloody and swollen child on his little face. He laughed ecstatically, "It's true, they didn't lie to me! Mother, they told me that as long as I Walk barefoot to the temple on the mountain, recite a wish at every step, enter the temple and kowtow fourteen times, and then walk back again, and the wish will come true. They didn't lie to me, mother, you beat me so painfully, your hand Be strong, your illness is cured—I pray to God that my mother’s illness will be cured.” He stumbled, Chinese was mixed with Mongolian, and there was a pair of solid red boots on his little feet——Qingtian saw clearly—then Not boots, but blood dried on the skin.The whip fell, and she covered her face with her hands.For a long time, it was the identity of "mother" that forced her to stay in this world where there was nothing left to miss, but her selfishness and cold-bloodedness did not deserve the word "mother" at all.Qingtian started to cry, wept loudly, hugged her son into her arms, kissed and cried over and over again, after her husband's death——after she cut out her heart alive, that was the first time she cried so hard.The next day, she got up early, dressed the Qi family, combed his hair, made milk porridge for him, smiled at him, told him stories, taught him to read and speak Chinese, and in exchange, the little guy taught him She speaks Mongolian, and he speaks it a hundred times better than her.

Life seemed to be slowly opening up to her again, and she began to laugh from the bottom of her heart, feel that the food was delicious, and feel how warm the sun was today.But there was one thing that scared Qingtian, since she got up from that bed, Qi She slowly moved away from her.It is true that he still appears in the dream, whispers to her, makes love with her as before, and sometimes sits with her by the bedside of Xiao Qi’s family to nurse their child to sleep; but during the day, when she When he still wanted to touch him with flesh and blood, it became more and more difficult every time.The number of his eyebrows and beard, the direction of the swirls on his ten fingers, the length of the scar on his chest, and whether the rice grain-sized mole hidden in the hair on his lower abdomen is on the left or right...all these tiny details, Even though Qingtian tried desperately to grab them, they were still like grains of powder, leaking through the sieve of time into the big black hole of forgetting.The sense of guilt oppressing her shoulders was heavier at any time than the last moment.

It was still the Qi family who rescued her.

It was the second day of his tenth birthday. Before dinner, he wiped his nose and entered viciously. His first sentence was: "Mother, today I was thrown down by Mangus a hundred times, but every time I got up, and at the one hundred and one first time, I finally stopped." Qingtian raised her head from the milk pot, looked through the rising sweet white mist, saw something in the depths of time, she smiled gratified .

The Qi family has never seen his father, but when he eats, his father's virtues are carved out like a mold, and she has to wipe the corners of his mouth for him every once in a while, "Slow down, chew it thoroughly before swallowing, nothing People will steal it from you." Just like many years ago, when she brushed off the food scraps in Qi She's beard and laughed at him, he also explained with a smile: "Eating is fast on the battlefield, and you can't tolerate being as delicate as a prince." Chew slowly, get used to it, and can't change it." When Qi's family is angry, such a small face will slam and sink, and no matter how angry it is, its face will become pale and pale, and it will fall everywhere. West.This is the moment for Qingtian to take revenge, because when his father did this before, she could only cry with anger, but now she can pick up her little ear and scold, and if it doesn't work, she can slap her butt twice.Sometimes when the Qi family commits crimes, one eyebrow will be raised, and the corner of the mouth will crookedly smile like a little Qi She.

At the age of 13, the Qi family joined the army on the battlefield for the first time.Despite Sukhbaru's repeated assurances to her, Qingtian still couldn't sleep a moment.But two days later, she received family letters from Qi's family one after another, and the content of each letter was similar, eating well, sleeping well, and being homesick.After the army returned two and a half months later, Qingtian learned that those letters had been written long ago, and the entrusting person sent her one every few days.The Qi family was 15 years old, and she told him for the first time—with great difficulty: his mother was a prostitute; she knew that the Qi family knew what a "prostitute" was.She didn't dare to raise her eyes, for fear that she would cry if she raised her eyes, "My son, will you look down on mother?" What responded to her after a while was a big and warm embrace——the son had already passed away. So much taller than her.

He is no longer a child, he knows everything.One day when the two of them were having dinner at noon, he suddenly said, "Mother, Uncle Dahan likes you in his heart." Then he buried his head in the rice bowl again.Qingtian was choked and coughed loudly.

(End of this chapter)