Splendid peasant girl busy farming

8253 - Ivory White Hairpin

"To tell you the truth, I have also dreamed about our mother these few days," Da Sun said again.

"But the mother in my dream is not the one we were when we were young, but the one when we were sick later. She is skinny, and I feel sad when I see it."

"She scolded me when she met, saying that I was cruel enough not to give her food and let her starve to death. I was so scared that I woke up."

"Sister, it must be a dream of urination," Mrs. Sun immediately comforted Mrs. Sun.

"Everyone can see your filial piety to our mother. Besides, in the later stage, it's not that we don't give it to our mother, it's that our mother's own body can't eat it. We look... feel distressed."

When Sun said this, tears fell down.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo also looked serious.

Xiaoduo is relatively better, after all, she is younger than Yang Ruoqing, and the time she spends with Mrs. Sun is not as long as Yang Ruoqing.

For Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun is a special existence. Such a kind old man treats her granddaughter like her own granddaughter, and she cannot pretend to love and favor her from the heart.

The most memorable time, she got a bowl of food from nowhere, and secretly hid it in the cupboard for Yang Ruoqing.

As a result, the storage method was not done properly, and when it was taken out for Yang Ruoqing to eat, the food was all broken, which made the old lady feel bad...

What was that bowl of food, Yang Ruoqing couldn't remember because it was too long.

But that incident, she will never forget it for the rest of her life. Although she didn't eat the food, the love that Gapo showed her was happier than she had eaten ten or twenty bowls of dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder. , must be satisfied!

"Sister, you must be a psychological shadow from the days when you took care of our mother." Sun's voice pulled Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

She took a deep breath, and said to Da Sun and Sun: "Think about it every day and dream at night. At that time, the impression was too deep. It is normal to dream often later."

Da Sun and Sun both nodded and sighed.

Can it not be profound?Watching helplessly as the red-faced old lady lost weight day by day, until finally all she had left was a skeleton and a layer of wrinkled skin covering the skeleton.

When the old lady was in good health, she was tall and tall, and Dasun's figure resembled her in some respects.

But in the end, the old lady shrank to a size...

If there are a hundred ways to die, the old lady's disease should be the most painful and tormenting one in the world.

Starving people to death, from the very beginning, they could only eat semi-liquid food, and in the end they couldn't even drink water...

The old man was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, he was so hungry that he had hypoglycemia, he was dizzy, his eyes were black and he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, and his stomach was even more cramped...

"There is one more thing, I dare not tell you, I am afraid that you will not dare to go to my house, I am afraid that you will be afraid."

Da Sun's sudden words drew everyone's attention to her again.

"What's the matter, sister?" Sun asked.

Da Sun said: "Does our mother's condition worsen later, and her voice is so hoarse that she can't make a sound?"

Sun nodded with tears in her eyes, "Of course I remember, but I couldn't say what I wanted to say, and I was so anxious that I burst into tears. I will never forget those scenes for the rest of my life, but I dare not think about them. Every time I think about it, I feel sad." back to..."

Xiaoduo's tears were pattering down, her nose was red.

Yang Ruoqing also secretly turned her face away, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

No matter how much wealth you have, in the face of real death, the emperor treats beggars equally.

Da Sun went on to say: "Because the old lady couldn't speak, we couldn't stay by her bed for twelve hours, so I left her a crutch so that she could use it when she had anything to do. You all have the impression of tapping the crutch on the bed pedal, right?"

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "Of course there is. We can hear the bang bang bang bang bang bangs when we are busy in the next room."

Da Sun went on to say: "I should have told you about this at the beginning. In the year after our mother passed away, I heard that clanging sound several times."

"Sometimes early in the morning, sometimes late at night."

Sun said: "I also have the impression that you told me about it at the beginning."

At that time, because the old man had just passed away, there was a strange noise in the house... It was not unusual.

It's not that their family has it, many people have it.

Then, because the family was calm and peaceful for several years later, there were no such noises, so I gradually stopped mentioning that matter.

"Sister, did you hear that sound again?" Mrs. Sun asked nervously.

Da Sun nodded her head.

"Yes, I've heard it twice in the past two months, one time when I got up at night, and the other time when I was combing my hair in the room early in the morning."

"What kind of sound is it? Is it still the same as before?" Sun asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly.

Da Sun nodded again.

Sun's complexion changed, and she went to see Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo.

Xiaoduo's complexion was not much better either.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she frowned and murmured: "The two houses on the south side of my aunt's house were knocked down and rebuilt after the flood, and my old lady's house was rebuilt into a dining hall now. "

Everything in the house is no longer what it was before, but the voice can still be heard. Could it be the overlapping of time and space?
It's like that room is obviously a dining hall now, but every time Yang Ruoqing dreams of Mrs. Sun, the scene where the old man is in is the same room as before.

The spiritual level and the material level seem to be separated very cleanly. No matter how many times the house is pushed and rebuilt, even if the house is flattened and then dug into a vegetable field, and a few rows of cabbage, radish and leeks are planted, as long as you dream again When it came to that person, the old house was still the same, with the same furnishings...

"It's true, Qing'er, this time it's not just me who heard it, your uncle also heard it." Da Sun continued.

"Your uncle also said that he would go to the dining room next door to see for himself, but I stopped him."

Yang Ruoqing fell silent again.

Next, let's switch to Sun's various suspicions, "Why is this happening? Is there something my mother wants to tell us, or is there something she lacks underneath, and this is the reason?"

Xiaoduo also couldn't help expressing her opinion, "It's likely that my mother-in-law has no money to spend and lacks food and clothing?"

Sun said: "That can't be it? Every Qingming, Zhongyuan, and New Year's Day follow, we burn paper money for her old lady."

Mrs. Sun took Mrs. Sun's words and said: "Besides, when your Ga Po was buried, your mother spent a lot of money to buy a hairpin made of ivory for your Ga Po to be buried with."

"If such a place really exists, your mother-in-law, not to mention becoming a landlady, will at least be a rich man with no worries about food and clothing. The ivory white hairpin costs dozens of taels of silver, and your mother didn't follow me!" Have you ever said that?"

(End of this chapter)