Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Longkang Dynasty Lacquer Carving Mansion

On a quiet morning in early autumn, the corner of the street happened to be the most prosperous East Street in the Imperial City. At this moment, under the gray sky, few shops had opened yet. In the distance, only a few horses were seen coming from the east gate of the capital. Running in the direction, all the youths above all followed the anxious man running in the front with solemn faces, galloping all the way through the thin mist towards Lacquer Diao Mansion.

'Woo! The first rider rushed to the gate quickly, and the man in navy blue brocade suit jumped down quickly, and the white-haired old man who had been waiting at the gate quickly came up to him.

"Young Master." He bowed respectfully and saluted, and at the same time took the rein from the man's hand and handed it to the door attendant at the side.

"How is mother?" The man asked anxiously.

The old man lowered his head in embarrassment and shook slightly.

His expression turned pale in an instant, and the man rushed into the mansion quickly, and walked across the hall towards the courtyard where the chrysanthemums were blooming for the first time.

In such a large and elegant mansion, there is a garden named after the chrysanthemums in the inner courtyard. Anxiously, the man rushed all the way to the direction of the main house and pushed open the closed door.

In the slightly dim room, the curtains were drawn down because the seriously injured should not see the light, and the embroidered floor-to-ceiling screen with ink-colored landscapes was bypassed, and the younger brothers and sisters who had been waiting by the side were sad and unspeakable.The pear wood bed is carved with pine and bamboo landscapes, and the curtain on the top of the bed is embroidered with elegant orchid patterns by the master.On the bed, the haggard and pale woman was lying weakly, revealing only one hand tightly holding the man sitting by the bed, those eyes that were muddy due to serious injuries were also staring unblinkingly at the man beside her. People, as if afraid of wasting any bit of time.

His dark and clear eyes flickered, and the hurried man settled down, concealed his anxiety, and walked forward slowly.

"Mother." The voice was soft, just as gentle.

The two people beside the bed who were also caught in the memory were inexplicably shocked, and cast their gazes one after another.

For a moment, that similar face made them all think that time had returned to the past, and that person was standing in front of him again.

"Are you here?" The weak person could no longer tell the difference between reality and fantasy, the woman on the bed immediately believed that the person had returned just because of that face.

The man froze, knowing that he had been misidentified, but seeing the expectation in his mother's eyes, he could only walk forward slowly.

"You'll have to come back eventually, he's still here." The woman said, suddenly showing a gratified smile, holding the man's deep hand, but her eyes were firmly on the man beside the bed again.

The man's icy face frowned slightly, his eyes were deep, and he sighed secretly, "Qin Lian, he is Lun'er."

"Lun'er...?" The woman was stunned, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide and looked at the man who was holding her hand, "Is that you? Lun'er?"

"Yes, mother." The man with a handsome face had a naturally soft voice, and under his peaceful expression was a deep sense of worry and anxiety.

"Really?" Knowing that she saw the familiar face clearly, the woman smiled lightly as if relieved. The smile was so light that if she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't even be able to see it. The look of exhausting all his strength to support himself.

"It's great, you... still rushed back." Holding her son's hand tightly, the woman continued with difficulty: "If I can... take a last... look at you, my wish... will be fulfilled."

"Mother, don't think about it, your body has always been very good, and you will recover soon this time." The gentle man said comforting words kindly.

"Don't be stupid." The woman looked at the eldest son kindly, "My... body... I know, this time... I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

"..." The man lowered his head speechlessly, his futile lies made it impossible for him to continue speaking in front of his mother who seemed to see through everything.

"Stupid child." The woman smiled kindly, "You have done a good job. Among...so many children...you have always...done a good job, for me...for Alder and Ruo Son..." The woman's frail body has made her unable to speak any more, but her clear eyes have already expressed everything.

Over the years, what this child has done to his mother, his brother-sister affection for her two children, his care and tenderness...

This child! ! ! !

"Lun'er, are you blaming me?" The woman asked her son's hand tightly, her eyes suddenly became serious and full of longing.

"Qin Lian." The man who had been sitting silently by the bed suddenly interrupted his wife, "Enough, you are very weak, rest more." It eliminates the displeasure of men on the subject of their wives.

"Brother Ming, I just want to know if he blames me or not." Facing her husband's displeasure at this moment, the woman showed extreme persistence, her gaze turned from her husband to her son, just to wait for the answer .

The man sighed, his frowning brows deepened because he pulled the wound on his chest, "Lun'er, he doesn't know anything, why should you..." The indifferent expression never changed, only because the eldest son was implicated. There was a slight sadness as if caught in some kind of thought, but it was only a momentary expression, and disappeared behind the cold mask in a blink of an eye.

The woman knows what kind of heartless person her husband is. The incident many years ago wiped out the weak relationship between them. For so many years, except for the twin children conceived by accident, The man has never even been near her bedroom. For 23 years, the man used this method to punish himself who wanted to marry him regardless of the reason.

A tear fell from the corner of my eye uncontrollably. Even though I thought it was all gone for so many years, I still couldn't help but feel sad because of those memories.

It turned out that she thought she could face it calmly, but she was just deceiving herself. She still couldn't forget this man...

I couldn't help laughing at myself in my heart, raised my head, and just saw that face that was exactly like that person, with the same brows and softness.

"Lun'er." Feeling her breathing getting heavier, the woman couldn't help calling urgently.

The man who was being questioned was silent for a moment, then he raised his head, looked at his father's dark eyes, and then at the expectation on his mother's pale face, he covered the movement in his eyes, and smiled slightly: "How could I?" It's my mother's fault, I can never repay my mother's nurturing grace in my life, for my mother, I can only be grateful and grateful."

The man's words immediately moved the woman to tears, "Really? You don't blame me?" She was pleased with such an answer, and the guilt and guilt that had been lurking in her heart for many years were reflected in this person's body. Salvation was obtained in front of the forgiveness of the eldest son.

The tense breath was finally relaxed after this answer, and the persistence hanging on the last trace of concern was completely let go, "It's too...well...you...don't...blame...I... "The woman's breath became weak all of a sudden, and after she said these words in a frenzy, the woman turned her eyes to the back of her eldest son.

"Alder." She stretched out her hand with difficulty.

"Mother." The man in purple who had been standing aside walked up to the woman and took her hand.

"Take care... Take care... Ruo'er..." At the last moment, what she was most reluctant to part with was this pair of children.

"Yes, I will."

Seeing her son nodding vigorously, she slowly showed the last smile of vitality, and turned her head to look at her husband who had been silent all the time with all her strength.

This man!She will never even cheat, even in the end, she will not give tenderness to anyone other than that person.

"Yes...no...sorry..." She couldn't even utter the last three words, she could only tell the man with her mouth that she had buried her guilt for many years.

The man looked at her eyes that were clearly exhausted but insisted on waiting, sighed deeply, and nodded.

"What's in the past, let it go."

Hearing her husband's words, Qin Lian finally seemed to have completed all the tasks of life, and let go of her last breath. The hands that had been tightly holding her husband and parents and children fell down feebly, announcing the end of a life.

"Mother!!!!" mournful wailing came from the master bedroom of Juyuan.

On that day, white cloths announcing death were hung up and down the entire Lacquer Mansion, and all the servants in the mansion covered the mistress in plain white.

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