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The mother lowered her head and choked out, "I'll take good care of you, so don't worry about me anymore."

He said while feeding the child, "Stop talking nonsense."

He has plenty of time; a little more won't make a difference.

Taking care of his mother was just something he did naturally.

I cleaned the house, took out the trash, helped my mother wash up, and listened to her rambling about my younger brother.

Jiang Si wasn't really interested, but she figured she could let the old lady talk.

The next day, Jiang Si bought a commode for the elderly, which made it much more convenient to use the toilet next to the bed.

At one point, he ran out of money, so he went to his younger brother for help.

I brought some money back.

This unfamiliar younger brother yelled at him, complaining that his parents, who were still alive, didn't come to take care of him, but now that they were dead, they came to steal his inheritance. Not only did they not help with his father's funeral, they also disrupted it.

They're utterly beasts.

Jiang Si ignored him, after all, blood ties are a thing.

A relationship that has never been built through shared experiences is nothing but meaningless waste.

He was just taking his own money.

This younger brother was getting in the way, so I just slapped him. It wasn't a big deal.

I bought some food, some clothes that my mother used to like, and a coat for myself too—my mom used to be a pain when I was little, she liked to make Jiang Si wear new clothes for her to see, she probably enjoyed this kind of silly thing.

Sure enough, when we got back, my mom changed her coat, and her cloudy eyes lit up.

She even sat up energetically, touched his face, and said, "My son is so handsome."

Every time she changes clothes, she only says this one sentence over and over again.

I can only say that my mom isn't very educated; she doesn't read many books, not just online novels.

Days passed by like this, and it seemed like my mother had endless things to say.

She told him about a dream she had of Jiang Si, in which Jiang Si committed suicide, and how waking up gave her a fright. She also told him that she had promised Lu Ya that she would let Jiang Si marry Lu Ya and make Lu Ya a daughter-in-law of the Jiang family.

Then he talked about his father's regrets before he died, regretting that he had ruined his body by practicing alchemy.

After the younger brother started his own family, he changed completely. Neither his father nor his mother wanted to take care of him anymore.

Although the younger brother doesn't say it, his wife and her family all have a lot of opinions about their parents here.

The old man sighed, saying that he hadn't given enough dowry back then, and he couldn't hold his head up high. Even though they lived together, he was still subjected to all sorts of disdain.

After her father died, her mother lived in the other house in great pain and loneliness, and she missed the house she used to live in.

Perhaps she wasn't actually missing her old house; she just simply missed home.

But after her father died, her mother had no home anymore.

So she returned here and lived alone, never bothering her younger brother again, and her brother never came to see her again.

The elderly don't want to trouble the children, and the children do indeed feel that the elderly are a burden.

But at least a funeral will be held.

Is that enough?

Even if it might take several years.

Jiang Si would occasionally respond to her mother's nagging, but sometimes she wouldn't feel like responding and would just listen quietly.

The old man's health deteriorated, and in the end, he spoke less and less.

After seeing a doctor, it turned out to be nothing serious, just simple organ aging and the body's functions gradually reaching their limit.

Sometimes, Jiang Si would sit in the room and watch her all day without saying a word; the only sound in the room was her breathing.

I still wash my body and clean up after myself as usual. Even though I bought a toilet, sometimes I still can't do it at night.

Listen quietly to her breathing, which gradually weakens.

"Son."

One day, his mother suddenly woke up and grabbed his hand tightly. Her withered palm even made Jiang Si feel a little pain. "Mom, Mom wants to go up the mountain, to see the sea, is that okay? If not, then forget it."

He was panting heavily after saying just one sentence.

Jiang Si simply picked her up and said, "Let's go."

It's not very far; there's a mountain just outside the city, and across the mountain is the sea.

My mother used to say that whenever we had time, we should go to the mountains to see the sea.

But in the end, Jiang Si never actually went with her mother.

Because I'm always busy, I never have time.

This delay has dragged on until now.

After taking a car down the mountain, I bought a wheelchair at a nearby shop.

However, it was impossible to push the wheelchair up, so Jiang Si held her mother in one arm and lifted the wheelchair with the other to climb up.

It started snowing when I got to the road.

He recalled the time when his mother carried him out of his father's alchemy room, laughing and joking, and even sang him a song.

As Jiang Si reminisced, she began humming a song from that time.

My mother only wakes up occasionally; she remains in a coma most of the time.

Jiang Si carried her and dragged the wheelchair up to the middle of the mountain when her mother suddenly woke up, gave a hoarse, aged laugh, and said, "Oh dear, why does this snow keep getting into my son's neck?"

Perhaps it was because she had come out for some fresh air, but her mother's speech became much more fluent.

"Son, stop carrying me, carry Mom on your back."

Jiang Si said "Oh," and although she didn't understand what the old lady was fussing about, she changed the way she carried it on her back.

"Mom is shielding you from the snow, hehe..."

For some reason, the mother started laughing to herself.

Jiang Si couldn't help but smile.

The mountain wasn't very high, only about a thousand meters. Carrying my mother up the mountain wasn't too tiring. On a snowy day, there weren't many people on the mountain path, and when we reached the top, there was almost no one there.

Suddenly, the view opened up, and the vast sky stretched out before us, dotted with snowflakes, while several eagles circled and cried out in the air.

On the other side of the mountain lies the surging sea, churning amidst the snowflakes, its roar echoing through the mountains, melodious and ethereal.

Looking down, the world is magnificent and beautiful.

Jiang Si had just placed the wheelchair when she heard her mother, who had always been in poor health, also cry out along with the eagle.

Jiang Si was stunned for a moment.

"Haha, son, you should also shout. When you get to the top of the mountain, shout and feel good."

The wind was strong, and her mother was speaking with great force. Jiang Si called out as she placed her mother in the wheelchair.

"Your voice is too soft, not as soft as your mom's."

The mother smiled like a child.

Jiang Si simply nodded, pushed the wheelchair, and walked to the other side of the mountaintop.

The mother stared blankly at the surging sea below the mountain, watching the fluttering snowflakes weave a white silken tapestry across the sky and earth.

It was like a grand funeral, with wreaths and mourning banners covering the mountains.

"My son."

The mother's lips twitched, and saliva involuntarily dripped from them. She shifted her body slightly. "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

As she spoke, Jiang Si took off her newly bought coat and covered her mother with it, then wiped away her drool.

The mother tremblingly stretched out her hand beyond the mountain peak.

Below was the surging sea, and she caught the snowflakes.

"Jiang Si".

"Ah."

"son."

"Ah."

"My little baby."

"What?"

"No," the mother murmured, "I just wanted to call out, Si'er, Little Si, Eldest..."

She recited all the names she used to call Jiang Si, as if they were her own treasures.

Jiang Si responded patiently to each of them.

"Mom, I have a dream."

"You said."

"Mom has always wanted to go to the ocean. When she was little, she loved the ocean. Back then, when the teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up, I said, 'When I grow up, I want to be a diver.'" The old lady laughed as she spoke. "Back then, everyone thought your mom was crazy."

"It's alright." Jiang thought for a moment, "The seabed is very dark and cold, which can easily lead to claustrophobia."

"I'm not afraid of that at all."

The mother said cheerfully, tugging at her clothes, "If I die, I won't be afraid anymore."

"When Mom dies, shall we send her to the bottom of the sea, son?"

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below was like a roar.

"Oh."

So the mother smiled happily: