The Spirit World

Chapter 644 I Love My Family

Chapter 644 I Love My Family
My father once told me.

As a girl, you should act like a girl.

In the country where I was born, women are not allowed to show their faces in public. We must wear a bamboo hat with a very light veil underneath.

I don’t know why this happened, but I have never seen my mother’s appearance since I was a child. Also, when I was six years old, I also completed the sacrifice called “Umigami” in the ancestral temple.

They performed a magic dance in front of me and I was amused by them. But when the hat with gauze was put on my head, I looked at those people in horror. I wanted to escape, but they pulled me back and I completed the "putting on the hat".

From that moment on, I never showed my true self to anyone again. Every girl my age I met thought this was too normal and made me seem a little abnormal.

I asked my always silent father why I had no way of wearing such a thing...even my mother, I had never seen one.

I have only seen my father's face.

He was tall and strong, but he didn't speak or answer me.

He barely even spoke to me.

Only my mother would stand quietly behind me, put her hands on my shoulders, and speak gently through the veil she had worn for a lifetime.

Her voice may be the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life.

But she also rarely spoke.

The most common thing she said to me was,
that is:
"Yinglan, be good."

No matter how naughty I am, she will only look at me when I make a mistake, as if looking at...

Looking at your most outstanding child.

Yinglan...be a good boy.

She always tells me that.

But I, young and ignorant, always felt that this sentence hurt my ears...

I really can't be nice...

When I was six years old, I took off the veil of my hat countless times. My mother never criticized me. But sometimes, she would silently pick up my veil, hold it in her hand, and then slowly put it away. Her eyes were always so calm, carrying the confusion and ignorance of my youth.

I was wondering why she didn't let me wear that veil. My aunt was always proud of her priceless veil with jade beads on it, while my mother owned the simplest and purest veil in the world. In my opinion, my aunt's show-off was always justifiable, always nonchalant, and always showed my uncle's love for her.

I don't even know why my famous father didn't buy such a hat for my mother.

That hat must be priceless. It must be inlaid with gold and jade, and the jade must be inlaid with jadeite, and the jadeite must be inlaid with precious luminous pearls.

It seemed that only that would be possible, for my mother, this woman who could always keep silent, a chance to hold her head high in front of my aunt and to straighten her back.

My mother's waist is always straight. When she stands in front of others, even her ordinary hat and veil, which can be bought by people in the city, are held very straight.

She was not shy about meeting people. She always held her head high and walked in a graceful and elegant manner. I thought that was a necessary demeanor for her as the wife of my father, the city lord.

However, when I saw other city lords' wives, they always had bloated figures, loud voices, and hands full of gold rings. I thought they would like to put on unforgettable... golden, shiny, but wasteful... rings of wealth on their ugly feet that never had to walk.

I followed my mother walking underground. She always held my small hands with her rough big hands and let me walk quietly beside her. She always exuded a very fragrant scent. Even I was willing to follow her, walking slowly in the countryside, in the fields, and on the paths. The breeze blew across my veil, and I took it off. I thought that she would be willing to touch such a gentle breeze, but she didn't.

My mother did not embrace such a gentle wind. She stood in the field, looking at me tenderly. I knew her eyes were looking at me. I took off my veil and my hat, and touched the wind and the outside world with my face.

I feel that this wind is something I have never seen, never thought of, invisible, intangible, and something that cannot be felt.

It's a strange thing. As strange as my father.

At that time, I boldly guessed that my father did not love my mother.

I learned the word love from the old lady who helped me wash clothes.

She said: "The little girl next door is going to be very happy, but everyone knows that little girl doesn't love this precious young lady, so there will always be a scene."

I asked, "Is the youngest child next door Li Xiuyuan?" "Miss, don't say that it was an old woman like me who said that. You didn't hear anything."

"Brother Xiuyuan, he's very nice. He even gave me food."

I don’t know what the old lady who does the laundry is afraid of, but a new word suddenly appeared in my world.

Love.

But I can never mention it because the people around me, apart from those wearing veils, are all elderly ladies.

They also wore old-fashioned hats and veils, and I never saw their faces.

I have seen my father's face.

It was a dark face that was always busy outside.

I really can't imagine what my mother's face looks like, because I have never seen it, and I have never had the chance to see it.

Until she slowly fell into the pile of yellow earth, covered with a lid that symbolized that I would never see her again. The lid was long and square, burying the veil on her head along with her life.

I once imagined a gust of wind coming to her side and lifting her veil. Even for a second, I would like to stare at her.

Not just because she's my mother, although that's reason enough...

I have never seen her face, and even my longing for her has become empty.

I still dream of her, dream of her slender figure, her rough hands, and her eyes still bright under the veil.

I can't see her smile, I can't see her cry, I can't see her love for me.

I don't know how to remember her... and I can't calm myself down.

Even if I go to her grave again, I can only stare at her name in silence.

She originally had a nice name.

my mother.

【Long...Moon...Sorrow】

I love,

my mother.