Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 376
Afraid of her overthinking, Jiang Fosang took the initiative to ask her which flower she liked better.

Mrs. Bai likes everything she says.

"These treasures are probably from you...he searched for them on purpose. At first, the garden was full of common flowers and plants, which grew in the wild and had no protection from thunder and electric shock. It still blooms very well when it is transplanted from other places, and the flowers are also fragrant when they bloom, which is not inferior to those famous flowers."

"However," Mrs. Bai sighed, "the flowers bloom and fall without interruption, and the coming and going of spring has nothing to do with them, perhaps it is the most suitable for them. In this case, it is unnecessary for me to trap them in this garden, just for me When it’s in full bloom, others can’t see it even if they want to, it’s a bit selfish.”

"It's good to be able to grow freely, but it's a pity that Ling Han blooms alone, and no one appreciates the flowers." Jiang Fusang said, "Grandmother takes pity on them and knows how to appreciate them. Bosom friends are the hardest to find in this world, so why not Do you know if they stay willingly?"

"My aunt is always so caring and understanding." Mrs. Bai stopped and looked at her, her eyes contained the joy of being relieved, the pride of being a mother, and the indelible heartache.

Being too sensible is never a good thing, she would rather Auntie be more self-willed.

Jiang Fosang sighed silently when he saw that sadness appeared on her face again.Then he helped her back to the inner room on the grounds that the wind was blowing.

After nightfall, Jiang Fosang lay on the couch tossing and turning.

When mother and daughter meet, after the initial excitement, although the daily relationship is as usual, there is always a faint lingering embarrassment.

As she once worried, Mrs. Bai is trying her best to make up for her absence and "negligence" for many years, so she has no choice but to try her best to inherit all kinds of compensation from her mother, because she knows that only in this way can her mother feel at ease.

Both of them wanted to pretend that the separation and estrangement for more than ten years did not exist, and imagined that they were like ordinary mothers and daughters. However, the more they were like this, the more unnatural they became, and the problems became more prominent.

It should be so if you want to cover it up.

Fortunately, there is no debt left between mother and daughter. The mother has her in her heart, and she can feel her mother's deep love for her.

The person who loves her in this world may not be the only mother.

Everyone said that when her grandfather was alive, she was the one who loved her the most among all the grandchildren, but she had no memory of before she was one year old.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder, is it because my grandfather loves her out of love, or is it just because of the phrase "The noble Jiang's family must be here"?
Grandfather undoubtedly loved her too.

Unexpectedly, in her later years, she encountered turmoil, lost her husband and children, and most of her grandchildren died. Her heartache was hard to heal, and she ended up with a green lantern and wooden fish to accompany her.Although it hurts her, it is powerless after all.

The more care she gets comes from Liang Nao.

But the good woman is a servant after all, and her care always abides by the duty of a slave, and cannot satisfy her inner desire for that kind of intimacy.

The more you desire, the more you can't get it, and gradually you start to feel that you don't deserve it?No one will give her total, selfless love.

This may be the root of the illness left by the Xu family's eight years of discussion and Nanzhou's ten years of suffering in the previous life, or it may have been with her from the beginning to the end.

Then all of a sudden, someone who loved her with all his heart appeared in his life, so it made people suspect that it was in a dream.

Doesn't ask for anything in return, doesn't care about the cost, is there only a mother's love in this world that can do this?

This love is too heavy, which often makes her nose sore and her heart hot.She didn't know how to express it.

Mingming is the best at dealing with falsehoods and submissives, but when faced with the love of others for her, she becomes clumsy, at a loss, and even wants to shrink back.

Jiang Fosang sometimes hates himself for being like this.

Her grievances, her fears, have never been able to tell anyone frankly, even the long-awaited mother's embrace only brought her a moment of excitement, followed by reason, and the urge to talk was tightly suppressed

It's not just because I don't want my mother to worry, and it's not just out of instinctive precautions, but more because I don't think it's necessary.

Yes, not necessary.

Most of the time, she thinks like this, she can digest it by herself, she can solve it by herself, there is no need to tell others, and there is no need to cause trouble to others.

So when she was in her boudoir, A Miao often complained that she swallowed everything, which was too boring and sometimes too hurtful.

But she is like this, she has grown up like this, what can I do?

Jiang Fosang could feel the uneasiness and caution in her grandmother's words and deeds during these days of getting along. Obviously, this kind of her has already brought troubles to her grandmother.

Maybe it's because she didn't give enough feedback, and my mother wanted to treat her well, but she couldn't treat her well; or maybe my mother's impression of her was still at the age of five, and she was also at a loss when facing her as an adult.

With cross arms covering his eyes, Jiang Fosang sighed melancholy.

Mrs. Liang said that even if she is a hundred years old, as long as her mother is still alive, she can be a child.

Maybe she should too...

Jiang Fosang was having trouble with the mother-daughter relationship when he suddenly heard a squeak.

Si Ni's vigil, let her open the door at this time, don't think about it.

The sound of footsteps was intentionally light, and someone came around the screen with a lamp in their hands.Jiang Fosang put down his hand and closed his eyes subconsciously.

Madam Bai didn't let the maid follow, she went to the couch, put the lamp on the table beside her, and sat down on the side of the couch.

Jiang Fosang thought she would wake him up, but she didn't.She gently put her arm outside under the brocade quilt, and tucked the rest of the quilt, and then there was no more movement.

Although his eyes were closed, his senses were keen, and he felt a complex sight falling on his face, and couldn't help but hold his breath.

Mrs. Bai stared at her quietly for a long time, her hand slowly approached, as if she wanted to touch her, but stopped when she reached her cheek, probably because she was afraid of waking her up.

Jiang Fosang lay upright, unable to get off the tiger, not knowing whether to continue to pretend to be asleep or to wake up "naturally".

While he was struggling, he suddenly heard a low sob.

There were only two sounds, and they were quickly suppressed.

Mrs. Bai hurriedly stood up, picked up the lamp and was about to turn around and go out, when she suddenly heard a mother.

Turning around in surprise, the tears on her face hadn't been wiped away, and seeing her daughter who was half sitting up, she said in embarrassment, "Auntie, you, you haven't slept yet?"

"Can't sleep," Jiang Fosang lifted the brocade quilt and moved inside, "Grandmother can talk to me for a while."

It is very common for mother and daughter to share the same bed and talk at night, but it has never happened to them as a mother and daughter.

Lying on a couch, the two of them had nothing to say for a long time.

Jiang Fusang looked at Chengchen on the top, and noticed a slight movement by his side. Under the brocade quilt, whether intentionally or not, Mrs. Bai's hand touched her lightly, and quickly retracted it.

Jiang Fosang smiled, stretched out his hand suddenly, and held his mother's hand tightly.

Mrs. Bai really wanted to hold her daughter's hand, but after getting along for a few days, except for the hug the first night, she found that her daughter seemed not used to physical contact, so she didn't dare to do it rashly, for fear of annoying her.

Suddenly being held actively at the moment, I was both surprised and happy, and my eyes turned red instantly.

"Auntie," he turned sideways and pulled him into his arms, patted him lightly, "I have suffered for you all these years..."

(End of this chapter)