Chapter 8267 Ivory and White Hairpin
"To tell you the truth, I have been dreaming about my mother these days," Dasun said again.
“But the mother in my dream is not what she looked like when we were children, but how she looked when she was sick later. She was so skinny and skinny, I felt sad when I saw her.”
“She scolded me when I saw her. I said that I was cruel and refused to give her food and let her starve to death. I was so scared that I woke up. "
"Sister, you must have had a dream of urinating," Mrs. Sun immediately comforted Mrs. Sun.
"Everyone can see your filial piety towards my mother. Besides, it's not that we won't give it to my mother in the future, it's that my mother's own body can't eat it. We feel... sad when we see it."
When Sun said this, tears fell down.
Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo also looked heavy.
Xiaoduo is relatively better. After all, she is younger than Yang Ruoqing and has not spent as much time with Mrs. Sun as Yang Ruoqing.
For Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun is a special existence. Such a kind old woman treats her granddaughter like her own granddaughter. Her heartfelt love and favoritism cannot be faked. of.
The most impressive time was when she got a bowl of food from somewhere and secretly hid it in the cupboard for Yang Ruoqing.
As a result, the storage method was not done well. When I took it out for Yang Ruoqing to eat, everything was broken, which made the old lady feel distressed...
What was that bowl of food? Because of time It's been so long that Yang Ruoqing can't remember it clearly.
But she will never forget that incident in her life. Although she did not eat the food in her mouth, the love that Granny gave her was more intense than if she had eaten ten or twenty bowls of dragon. Everyone wants to be happy and satisfied!
"Sister, you must have a psychological shadow left by the days when you took care of my mother." Sun's voice pulled Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.
She secretly took a breath and said to Da Sun and Mrs. Sun: "I think about it every day and dream about it at night. It made such a deep impression at that time. I often dream about it later. It is normal."
Da Mr. and Ms. Sun both nodded and sighed.
Can it not be profound? He watched helplessly as the rosy-faced old lady lost weight day by day, until finally all that was left was a skeleton and a layer of wrinkled skin covering the skeleton.
When the old lady was in good health, she was very tall. In some ways, Mrs. Sun's figure was like hers.
But in the end, the old lady shrank in size...
If there were a hundred ways for people to die, the disease the old lady had would be the most painful and tortured one in the world.
He starved to death. From the beginning he could only eat semi-liquid food, to the end he couldn't even drink water...
The old man was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Hypoglycemia, dizziness, dark eyes, and no strength to get out of bed Yes, there are even more cramps in my stomach...
"There is one more thing that I dare not tell you, for fear that you will not dare to go to my house, for fear that you will be afraid."
Big Sun's sudden words drew everyone's attention to her again.
"What's the matter, sister?" asked Sun.
Da Sun said: "Will my mother's condition worsen later and her voice become so hoarse that she can no longer make a sound?"
Sun nodded with tears in her eyes, "Of course I remember, what do you want to say? But I couldn’t say it, and I was anxious, so anxious that I burst into tears. I will never forget those scenes in my life, but I don’t dare to think about them. I feel sad every time I think about them..."
Xiaoduo’s tears It fell down with a splat, and the nose was bright red.
Yang Ruoqing also secretly turned away and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. No matter how much wealth you have, in the face of real death, the emperor and the beggar will treat each other equally.
Da Sun went on to say: "Because the old lady couldn't speak, we couldn't stay by her bed for twelve hours, so I left her a crutch. When she has something to do, she will hit the bed pedal with her crutch. Do you all remember this?"
Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "Of course, knock it. It was clanging, and we could hear it even when we were working in the next room."
Da Sun continued: "I should have told you about this before, the year after my mother passed away. I have heard the clanging sound several times.”
“Sometimes early in the morning, sometimes late at night.”
Mrs. Sun said: "I also have an impression of this. You told me about it at the beginning."
Because the old man had just passed away, there was a strange noise in the house... It was not surprising.
Not just one of them has it, many other families have it.
Then, because the house was quiet for several years and there were no more noises, I gradually stopped mentioning it.
"Sister, did you hear that sound again?" Sun asked nervously.
Da Sun nodded solemnly.
“Yes, I heard it twice in the past two months. One time I woke up at night, and the other time I was combing my hair in the house early in the morning.”
“Yes. What's the sound like? Is it still the same as before?" Sun asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly.
Da Sun nodded again.
Sun's expression changed and she went to see Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo.
Xiaoduo's face wasn't much better.
As for Yang Ruoqing, she frowned and murmured: "The two houses on the south side of my aunt's house were demolished and renovated after the flood. My grandma's house was now rebuilt. It has become a dining hall.”
Everything in the room is no longer what it was before, but the sound can still be heard. Could it be the overlap of time and space?
It's like that room is now a dining hall, but every time Yang Ruoqing dreams about Old Mrs. Sun, the scene she finds herself in is the previous room.
The spiritual level and the material level seem to be very cleanly separated, no matter how many times the house is pushed and rebuilt, even if the house is flattened and finally dug into a vegetable plot, and a few ridges of cabbage, radish, leeks and so on are planted. Yes, as long as you dream about that person again, it will still be the same old house with the same furnishings...
"It's true, Qing'er, this time it wasn't just me who heard it, your uncle also heard it." Da Sun continued.
"Your uncle also said that he would go to the dining hall next door to see it with his own eyes, but I stopped him."
Yang Ruoqing fell silent again.
Then came Sun's various suspicions, "Why is this happening? Does my mother have something she wants to tell me, or is she missing something underneath? Appearance? "
Xiaoduo couldn't help but express her opinion, "It's probably because my grandma has no money to spend and lacks food and clothing. "
Mrs. Sun said: "That can't be done? Every year during the Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and New Year's Day, we burn paper money for her."
The eldest Mrs. Sun took over what Mrs. Sun said and said: " Besides, when your grandma was buried, your mother spent a lot of money to buy an ivory hairpin for your grandma to bury with you."
“If such a place really existed, your grandma would not only become a big landowner, but at the very least she would be a rich person with no worries about food and clothing. That ivory hairpin costs dozens of taels of silver. Your mother never told you, right?”
(End of this chapter)