Chapter 150 Are you injured?

He held the peach blossoms in his arms tightly, his hands gripping the delicate pink petals.

Just as the rough branch was only a hair's breadth away from his arm, Shen Cuifen suddenly stopped moving.

Suddenly, she remembered the past.

That past, now blurred yet etched deeply in my memory.

In her previous life, Lu Zhongshun had also secretly picked a handful of plum blossoms and given them to her during her most painful and repressed days.

At that time, something terrible had just happened in my family; it felt like the sky had fallen.

She sat in the corner of the main room all day, neither eating nor drinking, her eyes vacant.

Lu Zhongshun stood at the door, timidly holding a handful of white plum blossoms.

But the first thought that came to her mind when she saw those little white flowers was...

This is a color used only during funerals!

Utterly unlucky!

Without asking any questions or even glancing at him, she rushed forward, snatched the bouquet, and smashed it to the ground.

Then he stepped on them again and again until the petals were crushed into mud and could no longer be seen.

Then, she raised her hand and started hitting him mercilessly.

Lu Zhongshun was knocked back a few steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he still explained in a low voice, "I didn't mean to make you sad... I heard that blooming flowers represent hope... I want you... to cheer up again..."

That day, Lu Zhongshun wanted to speak again, but she sternly stopped him.

"Shut up! Get out! Disappear from my sight! Never show your face in front of me again!"

In the days that followed, they drifted further and further apart, until Lu Zhongshun finally died in an accident.

She then learned that he had walked five miles of mountain road and picked the plum blossoms from the other side of the mountain in the rain.

Thinking back on it now, I feel a tightness in my chest.

It turns out that Shen Zhongshun wasn't being reckless or mischievous at that time, but rather because something serious had happened in his family.

After the plum blossoms were picked, she cried secretly in her room every day, unable to stop the tears.

Shen Zhongshun saw it all and felt a pang of heartache. He just wanted to make her happy and smile, so he mustered up the courage to cross the mountain and pick the plum blossoms that she loved most.

The branch in Shen Cuifen's hand fell to the ground with a soft "thud".

The withered yellow branch bounced and rolled to my feet.

In her past life, she had misunderstood Shen Zhongshun!

Her heart felt like it had been violently clenched, the pain almost suffocating her.

"Zhongshun, Mom is so sorry!"

Shen Zhongshun was caught off guard by the sudden hug.

He had never seen his mother so emotionally distraught.

"Mom! I'm almost eleven years old, stop carrying me around like this, Er Gouzi will laugh at me again if he sees this!"

Shen Zhongshun protested softly, twisting his body, trying to break free.

As he spoke, he nervously looked around.

Shen Cuifen cried even harder, and instead of letting go, she hugged him even tighter.

Her arms trembled slightly, her voice was choked with sobs, and there was a hint of stubbornness in it.

"What's wrong with a mother holding her son? What's so funny! If he laughs at you, just tell him to go home and let Wang Qiongying hold him! Let's see if she dares to hold him in front of everyone!"

Her tone was a bit sharp, and there was a hint of anger in her words, which frightened Shen Zhongshun so much that he didn't dare to move.

"Mom... don't be angry... I shouldn't have made you sad..."

"Mom! What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Is it... that you don't like the peach blossoms I picked for you?"

Shen Zhongshun's voice grew softer and softer.

He was afraid his mother wouldn't like the bouquet of flowers, and even more afraid that his good intentions would be wasted.

Shen Cuifen quickly shook her head, raised the back of her hand and vigorously wiped away the tears on her face, trying to calm herself down.

No.

She took a deep breath, her voice still hoarse.

"I originally wanted to pick plum blossoms, but that day on the mountain, Er Gouzi told me that white flowers are used for offerings and are unlucky, as they will bring disaster to the family."

She paused, looked into her son's clear eyes, and felt a sharp pang in her heart.

"That's why he begged Zhang Ergou for ages to take him up the mountain to find peach blossoms. Do you know what condition he agreed to? He had to do Zhang Ergou's homework for him that night! Three whole pages of math problems, all done by Zhang Ergou."

Shen Zhongshun explained in a low voice, his head slightly lowered, his fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes.

"Mom knows! Mom understands everything!"

Shen Cuifen suddenly raised her head, tears still welling up in her eyes.

“Zhongshun, Mom understands your intentions! Mom knows everything. You want to make me happy and make this family lively, right?”

Shen Cuifen suddenly burst into tears, startling the onlookers.

The once lively scene suddenly fell silent.

The group looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Xiuwei quickly stepped forward and gently supported her arm.

"Mulan, are you alright?"

Aunt Zhao Cuifen also came over and reached out to wipe away her tears.

Shen Cuifen raised her hand and wiped her face; her palm was wet.

She took a deep breath, stood up straight, tried to put on a smile, and gently shook her head.

"I'm fine, really fine. It's just... I just feel that Zhong Shun has really grown up."

As she spoke, she took the bouquet of peach blossoms from Shen Zhongshun's slightly trembling hands.

"Mom really likes these flowers."

She spoke softly, her fingers gently tracing the petals, her eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with affection.

“But the mountain path is slippery and the trees are tall, it’s too dangerous. You’re not allowed to go there anymore. If anything happens to any of the three of you, I’ll never sleep soundly for the rest of my life.”

As she spoke, her gaze gently swept over the three children standing to the side.

Shen Xiuwei and Shen Xiuye ​​nodded repeatedly, their eyes also glistening with tears.

Shen Xiuye ​​quietly wiped her eyes, then gave Shen Zhongshun a thumbs up.

The most mischievous child in the family is Shen Zhongshun.

No one expected that this little guy, who is usually so energetic and playful, would be so sensible and considerate.

The two older sisters stood aside watching this scene, their eyes filled with surprise.

They looked at each other and saw an indescribable joy in each other's eyes.

Shen Zhongshun grinned, his face showing a hint of shyness and a touch of naivety.

He scratched the back of his head with one hand, while secretly pressing his stomach with the other.

At this moment, Shen Cuifen was picking up a bucket, preparing to go to the well in the backyard to fetch water.

"Zhongshun, did you fall? Are you hurt?"

She suddenly remembered something, stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked with concern.

In his past life, he was climbing a plum tree when he accidentally fell and scraped a large patch of skin off his arm.

This time, although it was a peach tree, it wasn't very tall.

But that branch was very brittle, and it broke with the slightest force.

Although nothing serious happened, Shen Cuifen still couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Looking at the gentle smile on his mother's face, Shen Zhongshun felt a sudden pang of sadness.

He gritted his teeth, forcing down the pain in his throat, and then shook his head.

"It's alright!"

Upon closer inspection, however, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

"Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready."

Shen Cuifen was slightly relieved, and a smile returned to her face.