After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

In fact, Si Jiu doesn't remember much about his mother.

When he was about three years old, he was still with his mother.

Although she was a prostitute, she still tried her best to provide Si Jiu with the simplest environment for growth.

This enabled Si Jiu to gain the courage to face his miserable life whenever he thought of his experiences with his mother long after he was wronged in the Marquis' Mansion.

Of course, all the good things ended the year he was sent back to the Marquis' Mansion.

Children from wealthy families in Kyoto start learning to read early.

No matter how much Si Jiu's mother took care of him, she could not find a suitable environment for him to study in the brothel.

Almost all adults have the idea that studying hard and gaining a good academic record can change their destiny.

The same goes for Si Jiu's mother.

So she sent Si Jiu back to the Marquis' Mansion.

From then on, mother and son were separated and they never saw each other for the last time until she died.

It's very windy today, early summer has arrived.

There was a hint of heat in the air.

Si Jiu and Wen Baizhi stood one after the other in front of a monument without any words on it.

Si Jiu's mother is buried in the small raised arc behind the inscriptionless monument.

Si Jiu remained silent, and Wen Baizhi also remained silent.

After a long time, Si Jiu seemed to react and wanted to tell Wen Baizhi all the grievances he had in his heart for such a long time.

"Bai Bai, do you think I am unfilial because I built a tombstone without words for my mother?"

There are only two reasons for erecting a monument without any words on it.

One is the fear that after writing the name, there will be retaliation from outsiders.

But Si Jiu's mother was just a prostitute. At most, she gave birth to Si Jiu with the old marquis, and Si Jiu was an unfavored child, so she should not have any enemies.

So this reason should not be valid.

Another reason is...

"Because I still don't know my mother's real name. I just found out that she was a woman who was exiled from Jiangnan. But it's been so long, and I can't find anyone to confirm my mother's identity."

Wen Baizhi was silent.

If they were exiled, it meant that the family had committed a very serious crime, and the entire family might be executed.

There really was no way anyone could verify her identity.

The household registration system in ancient times was very imperfect, and there was no large system to record everyone. Naturally, many people were like unregistered residents and could not have their real names.

Wen Baizhi stood behind Si Jiu, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

From her perspective, Si Jiu seemed extremely lonely and desolate.

She couldn't imagine that if Si Jiu had been wronged in the past and wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms for comfort like other children, he didn't even know his mother's real name.

The ancients paid the most attention to incense and offerings after death.

Without a name, it’s like you can’t find him even if you burn paper for him after he dies.

When Si Jiu thought about these things, did he feel extremely guilty every time and blame himself a little?

Thinking of this, Wen Baizhi's heart felt like a sponge filled with bitterness. If you squeezed it casually, it would be full of bitter juice.

She leaned over and put her arms around Si Jiu's neck from behind, pressing her cheek against his.

Si Jiu was originally immersed in his own emotions, but after being touched by Wen Baizhi, his body began to relax a little.

Wen Baizhi sensed his change and said, "Zijin, you only told me about your mother, but you haven't introduced me to her yet."

She deliberately sounded blaming in order to divert Si Jiu's attention.

Si Jiu never thought that one day he would be able to bring Wen Baizhi to his mother's grave.

But this day is really happening before my eyes.

"Mother," Si Jiu called out "mother" slowly and in a low voice, "I'll, I'll..."

He couldn't even utter the following words.

It was Wen Baizhi who took over his words: "Hello, I am Si Jiu's wife, your daughter-in-law."

The simplest introduction made Si Jiu's eyes red.

"This is the first time I meet you, but it will definitely not be the last time. Although I am leaving Kyoto with Si Jiu, you know that the memories of Kyoto left in Si Jiu are mostly painful, and there are still many bad people who want to harm Si Jiu, so we will no longer live here. I will take him wherever he wants to go. Of course, I will accompany him wherever he goes. It's just hard for you to stay here, but don't worry, if conditions permit in the future, we will definitely come back to see you. Don't worry, with me here, Si Jiu will no longer be a child who is not loved by anyone."

Wen Baizhi said these words with a smile, but Si Jiu listened with tears.

His tears rolled down one by one like beads that had broken off the string.

But he cried without making any sound and his body didn't even shake.

By the time Wen Baizhi found him crying, he had already started crying and his face was covered with tears.

Wen Baizhi walked around to him, hugged him in her arms and comforted him with heartache.

"Why are you crying so hard again, little boy? You look so aggrieved. If someone doesn't know me, they would think I usually bully you, and this is the opportunity for you to complain to your mother."

Si Jiu's tears all got on her clothes, but she didn't feel annoyed at all.

On the contrary, every time she saw Si Jiu crying, she would feel guilty for not being able to be with him earlier and treat him so well.

Maybe this is why love always makes us feel guilty.

Si Jiu was speechless, but he still remembered to deny what Wen Baizhi had said about being mean to him.

He just cried and shook his head in Wen Baizhi's arms.

Wen Baizhi hugged him gently, hugging his back.

She didn't urge him. Perhaps crying in front of his mother would help Si Jiu avoid any regrets.

"What your mother and I said is true. I will definitely not come back in a short time after I take you away this time. At least we have to wait until we have more power and will not let Qi Yan'an capture us directly before coming back. So, Zijin, I thought about it. We can take some soil from your mother's grave with us. This way, we can miss your mother and also represent our longing for Kyoto, the place where we grew up."

Kyoto is not only the place where Si Jiu was born and raised, but also where Wen Bai was born and raised.

People often begin to develop a different kind of feeling for their hometown as they grow older.

"Okay." Si Jiu said a word reluctantly.

Wen Baizhi touched his hair lovingly: "We came in a hurry, and I didn't have time to bring some utensils to collect the soil. Otherwise, I would trouble you, Lord Supervisor, to use the clothes in front of you to scoop up a handful of soil and take it back."

Si Jiu certainly had no objection.

Finally, Si Jiu sat in a wheelchair, holding the soil and went home with Wen Baizhi.

The countdown to leaving Kyoto has officially begun.