Chapter 153 A profound imprint that cannot be changed
Mother Zhang looked at the two packets of sugar-filled sesame biscuits on the table and smiled helplessly: "Tang Ji is so far away, what should I do if I come back late?"
" Then wait for me."
"If you miss your father's official business, I won't be able to help you."
"You can't miss it!" Mrs. Zhang calmed down and smiled. Mother: "Mom, you try it."
"Go and get one for your dad."
"Mom, you eat it first."
Among mother and daughter, you Push me and laugh, so affectionate.
Tu Hua found an empty chair and sat down to watch Zhang's dream.
As soon as she entered Zhang's consciousness, what she saw was her girlhood. Only deep memories or special emotional experiences would be played back repeatedly in the depths of her consciousness.
[Host, the shielding and blurring function of the consciousness field can only last for three minutes, please hurry up. 】
The system notification sounded in Tu Hua’s ears.
"Okay."
That is to say, she cannot stay as a "person" by Zhang's side for too long, otherwise she will attract attention.
She took out from her pocket a few wrestling cards that she had picked out when she fell asleep.
Looked at it and pulled out a butterfly card.
Tu Hua stood up and threw the butterfly card to her feet before Zhang and her daughter noticed her presence in the dream.
Pop!
Bang——
A cloud of white mist rose.
A very beautiful sapphire blue butterfly flew out of the white mist and landed on the edge of the window at some point.
The river breeze blew, and Tu Hua, who had turned into a butterfly, quietly appeared in the sight of Mrs. Zhang and her mother.
“Mom, butterfly!”
Mother Zhang also saw it and did not dare to move lightly for fear that the butterfly would fly away.
“The boat is sailing on the river. I wonder where this butterfly came from?” Mother Zhang was very curious.
The young Ms. Zhang was very surprised. She stared at the motionless sapphire blue butterfly on the window lattice and liked it very much. "Cuixi and I were waiting for the sesame cakes at Tangji's, and we seemed to have seen such a butterfly."
The girl held her chin, wanting to get closer but afraid of the butterfly flying away, so she could only look at "Tuhua" helplessly. For a long time, she suddenly praised: "Mom, it is so beautiful."
Zhang's mother looked at it carefully and agreed: "It is indeed beautiful. There are many blue butterflies. Such beautiful blue butterflies are really rare."
Ms. Zhang looked at it for a while and found that the butterfly parked on the window lattice was motionless. .
“Why doesn’t it fly? Is it injured?”
The girl's slender fingers stretched out with a faint scent of osmanthus.
The butterfly (Tuhua) flapped its wings and took two steps back...
Don't touch me!
On my first flight in my life, I was a bit afraid of heights and was suffering from airsickness...
Zhang had never seen such a butterfly that was not afraid of people, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.
Tu Hua couldn't help but retreat.
Did Ms. Zhang really want to capture her?
Tu Hua was ready to switch to another wrestling card at any time, when a beautiful and youthful face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
The fine velvet of youth moved gently in the sunshine. Tu Hua was stunned in place for a moment. Zhang was so beautiful as a girl.
The girl and the butterfly looked at each other.
Zhang's mother took a bite of the sugar-filled sesame seed cake that her daughter brought back for her. The crisp clicking sound made Tuhua feel greedy.
She heard Mrs. Zhang turn around and ask her mother: "Mom, what do butterflies eat?"
This is really a good question. Mother Zhang was stunned for a moment, "It should be nectar and leaves."
“Can you eat the crumbled sesame cakes?”
“No.”
“I can!” Tu Hua blurted out.
Mother Zhang didn't notice it at all, she still lowered her head and ate the sesame seed cake in her hand. This was her favorite bite, and it was hard for the girl to still think about her.
The girl’s side face has a graceful curve.
Ms. Zhang stood still for a long time, her small and cute ears swaying slightly, and her delicate face slowly turned around, staring at the blue butterfly on the window lattice.
Pinched a little bit of the crumbs in the paper bag with his fingertips and carefully placed it in front of it.
Tu Hua thinks that the wrestling cards produced by the system are excellent. Will transforming in a dream also match the special attributes of the species?
【There is a pulling force between consciousnesses. 】
Tu Hua looked at the girl's eyes and said to the system: "I feel like Mrs. Zhang heard me just now."
[Host, yes. 】
Tu Huahu flapped the butterfly wings on both sides. The blue scales on the wings looked even more dazzling in the sunlight.
“She must be curious about how a butterfly can talk.”
[People do not have such a strong sense of identification in dreams. 】
Tu Hua lowered her head and sniffed the broken sesame cake with her tentacles.
With a satisfied smile on her face, the girl was not afraid of the butterfly. She approached the window and folded her chin on her arms, staring intently.
After Zhang's mother ate half a piece, the maid who was waiting on the side brought a basin of water, and Zhang's mother took advantage of the opportunity to clean her hands.
Seeing my daughter staring at the butterfly intently, I didn’t bother her.
I just raised my head and looked through the window at the river and the mountains passing slowly in the distance.
“Mom, what’s the capital like?”
Hearing the girl’s voice, Tu Hua raised her head and listened quietly.
She always felt that the content of the next dream should be able to answer the questions she had here.
Why did a seemingly ordinary day leave such a deep imprint on Ms. Zhang’s heart?
Looking at the river, Zhang's mother said, "Mom, I don't know what the capital is like. I heard from your grandfather and uncles that the capital is very prosperous."
"How prosperous is it?" The girl Looking up, his eyes were filled with sparkling light.
Mother Zhang looked at her daughter with a smile in her eyes, "You will know when you get to the capital."
The girl straightened up and leaned back on the chair, "Mom, how big is the Marquis Mansion?"
When mentioning the Boyuan Marquis Mansion back in Beijing this time, the girl noticed that the expression on her mother's face changed slightly, and she was a little uneasy.
Mother Zhang shook her head and said, "Mother doesn't know."
The girl didn't seem to be worried about unknown things. You must listen to your mother.”
Mother Zhang looked at her daughter and hesitated to speak.
Tu Hua flew up gently and then fell down gently.
Very good, getting used to it.
The girl lowered her head in deep thought, and even Tu Hua didn't notice any changes in Zhang's childhood.
Suddenly, a serious and steady voice fell above the head, which did not seem to come from the mouth of an ignorant girl.
"Mom, don't go to Beijing, don't go back to the Marquis Mansion, come back to my grandfather's house with me."
Zhang's mother was stunned when she heard this.
Tu Hua suddenly stirred up her spirit and raised her noble tentacles!
What's going on? !
The girl’s face is still young and bright.
It’s just that the pair of dark pupils are no longer the same as before, full of expectations and yearning for the future life.
At this moment, it is a pair of eyes that have been weathered and accustomed to the vagaries of the world.
Tu Hua:! ! !
Ms. Zhang?
River water, sailing boats, Tang Ji’s sugar-filled biscuits... a young and still alive mother.
Ms. Zhang lowered her eyes and returned here countless times in her dreams.
Every time, she wanted to change everything that happened next at this moment.
In life, there are always a few nodes that change your destiny.
Ms. Zhang was thinking about it countless times in her dreams at midnight.
If God gives her a chance to go back to the past.
What will she do.
Every once in a while, I return to the boat to Beijing whose fate is irreversible.
She always has unrealistic expectations.
If... my mother had not gone to Beijing and returned to Boyuanhou Mansion to be the mistress.
Maybe she can still have a mother.
(End of this chapter)