Chapter 3937 Die without Regrets
After Zichuan Niang said these words, Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing, who were in the same room, both knew that she was forcing marriage in another way.
Yang Ruoqing pretended not to hear, stood beside the bed and leaned over to tug at the quilt on the bed.
Mu Zichuan was a little embarrassed. He told his mother: "Mom, you will definitely live a long life. Don't say those words about life and death, it is unlucky."
Zi Lady Chuan twitched her lips, "Just change the subject with me. Every time I tell you about marriage, you think of ways to get rid of me."
"Today, in front of your sister Qing'er, you can give me a clear explanation. When will I see you marrying a wife? Can I still see you in this lifetime? Just give me a clear explanation. !" she said.
Mu Zichuan blushed and glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who had turned around. His eyes flickered and he felt guilty. For a moment, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill into.
"Mom, hurry up, hurry up..." he muttered.
Zichuan Niang said: "It's almost there? How long will it be soon? Every time I ask you, you always say it's almost there. In a blink of an eye, Tang Yazi's children, who are the same age as you, are nine Even though I’m older, I haven’t even seen your wife in person!”
Mu Zichuan could only laugh along with her in embarrassment.
"I have an idea, I really have an idea..." He murmured.
Zichuan Niang said: "You have a clue? Don't always use this sentence to prevaricate me!"
"In the past few years, you have said that you have a clue, but my mother has not seen it. You bring half a girl's family," she continued.
“Zichuan, it doesn’t matter whether you are tall or short, fat or thin, black or white.”
“It doesn’t matter whether your mother’s family has a background or not, as long as that A woman is gentle and virtuous, and can take care of your daily life, so that you can have hot meals and dishes to eat when you come back from outside, and you will be satisfied as your mother!”
"You are almost thirty years old now, and you are still alone. Mother looks at you and feels sorry for you!"
"Mom can't take care of you for the rest of your life. When the time comes, mother will just close her eyes and kick her feet off and leave, leaving you alone." Alone, mother is at the bottom I won’t be able to live in peace.”
“If you get married soon, my mother will be relieved even if she dies!”
Mother Zichuan held Mu Zichuan’s hand and said, In one sentence, the words are serious and sincere.
Mu Zichuan lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong. Apart from nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and occasionally saying "um", he couldn't say anything else.
But Yang Ruoqing, who was a bystander on the side, watched and listened, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Poor parents in the world, the godmother is suffering from an incurable disease, but this heart still hangs on Mu Zichuan.
Mother's love and father's love are truly the greatest in the world, and no words can express even a ten thousandth of it!
Zichuan Niang’s face gradually showed a tired look.
At this moment, the bed was also made. Mu Zichuan discussed this with his mother and said: "Mom, please have a good rest. My son is not going anywhere, he will stay with you at home."< br>
Zichuan Niang nodded and looked at Yang Ruoqing again: "The bed made by my goddaughter looks comfortable, so I'll sleep for a while and you can do it yourself, Qing'er."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Godmother, you Go to sleep, and I will cook millet porridge and snacks for you later at night."
Zichuan Niang smiled lovingly and nodded.
Yang Ruoqing helped her to the bedside and squatted down to help her take off her shoes. Seeing the well-made and exquisitely stitched shoes on Ms. Zichuan’s feet, she couldn’t help but think of what Ms. Zichuan had done in the past few years. Her baby Luo and her other two children made so many shoes for all seasons.
Even the shoes she is wearing at the moment were given to her by Lady Zichuan. The patterns embroidered on them made even masters like Sun and Ping'er unable to help but praise them when they saw them.
Needlework style is just like writing. Everyone can write, but everyone's handwriting has a very different style.
This represents the character of the person who writes the pen. In the same way, the number of stitches can also reflect the temperament of the woman holding the needle. Sun's is simple but solid.
Ping'er's exquisite and beautiful.
As for Zichuan Niang, the evaluation given by Sun and Ping'er is that Zichuan Niang is a person with an exquisite heart.
Yang Ruoqing felt sour and depressed at the thought of never wearing shoes like this again.
But she still raised her head and said to Zichuan Niang: "My mother and aunt also miss you godmother very much. My mother asked me to send you a message to godmother so that you can have a good rest. They will come over to talk to you in the morning tomorrow."
Everyone understands that it is not convenient to visit in the afternoon.
Zichuan Niang said: "This season is busy for farming. Your mother and your aunt are both very busy people. You can go back and tell them for me. I won't worry about it. Let them be busy with things first." Just come over and sit down when you have time."
Yang Ruoqing smiled obediently: "Well, I will definitely bring the message to you."
Zichuan Niang fell asleep soon after lying down.
Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan stood in the west room for a moment, then lowered the curtain, quietly exited the west room, and came to the east room to tidy up the bedding for Mu Zichuan.
“My mother hasn’t spoken so many words in one breath like today for quite some time. Maybe she’s full at noon and has a little more energy!”
Mu Zichuan With Yang Ruoqing, you are so low-key He said, "Qing'er, thanks to you, my mother has a good appetite. After the quilt is laid out later, I want to ask you for advice on how to cook!"
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, a little afraid. He looked at Mu Zichuan with confidence.
"Did I hear you correctly? A grown man like you wants to learn cooking skills? If I remember correctly, someone once said: A gentleman should stay away from the chef!" she teased.
Muzichuan blushed and said: "This moment is the same."
"My mother is sick, and a son should be at bedside to take care of her illness, but I can't even bring a pot of If you can’t boil water, what’s the use of reading more books?”
" Emperor Wen, the third son of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, was first granted the title of King of the Dai Dynasty. His mother Bo was weak and ill, so Emperor Wen spent three years without taking off his clothes to serve the soup."
"It is said that he had to taste every bowl of soup himself. After that, I feel free to let my mother eat it.”
"There was a learned man in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was like me. His father passed away early, and he was supported by the widow."
"The widow was afraid of thunder when she was alive. After her death, she was buried in the forest behind the village. "Whenever it thunders or rains, this man will run to his mother's grave and kneel down to comfort him."
"Let his mother not be afraid, I have this son with me."
"I feel sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. I want to repay my kindness.”
“So, from today on, I, Mu Zichuan, will cook and serve my mother personally!”
He puffed out his chest and his eyes were blazing.
Seeing his unswerving look, Yang Ruoqing showed some appreciation on her face.
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Zichuan, since you have made up your mind, I will naturally help you. When I help you make the bed, I will teach you how to make porridge. Let's start with the simplest thing first."
“I believe that based on your qualifications, you will be able to get through it in just one click!”
(End of this chapter)