As if telepathically connected, a butterfly fluttered its wings in response to Nie Zhao's question.
Han Yuzhu's favorite clothes are brightly colored and vibrant cheongsams, and this butterfly is particularly vibrant.
So it really is Mommy, Nie Zhao thought, raising his hand and quietly watching the butterfly. The butterfly stopped its wings, just like when he was a child, lying in bed sick, weak but full of loving eyes, gently stroking his face.
In other words, perhaps only now has her soul, which has been imprisoned beneath the Nie family building, finally been freed.
Self-blame, guilt, sadness—the overwhelming emotions tormented Nie Zhao, making it hard for him to breathe.
But he was afraid of losing his composure and that his son would notice, so he tried his best to suppress it.
His wife probably sensed something, and came over, supporting his waist from behind.
Nie Zhao choked back tears and uttered, "Mommy..."
He wanted to know if he had done enough and if he could put his mother's spirit at peace.
He also wanted to know if she was doing well, and whether she had let go of the knots in her heart that she couldn't untie before.
She also wanted to know if she had seen his wife and son, who were following him and kneeling in front of her.
His little A-Yuan is smarter than he and his brother combined. She doesn't need to worry about him like she used to worry about her brothers being bullied. A-Yuan will grow up under her careful care and inherit her legacy and career.
This was the first time Nie Zhao had clearly felt his mother's presence since her passing.
He had searched for so many years, crossing mountains and seas in his dreams, but he couldn't find her. But today he felt it; she was there.
She was a butterfly, resting on his palm; she was also the wind, caressing his cheek.
But time flies, and Mommy finally gained her long-awaited freedom and liberation. Like a butterfly flapping its wings, like a gentle breeze sweeping across a hillside, she only stayed briefly before leaving forever.
So the butterfly fluttered its wings, circling around A Yuan's little head again and again, and while making the child laugh, it flew into the bamboo forest without looking back. Nie Zhao took off after it, but almost fell to the ground.
He bent down and leaned close to his wife, who was still elbowing him, and whispered, "It's her, but she's gone."
Chen Rou nudged her husband with her elbow, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "If you want to pursue her, I'll go with you?"
Nie Zhao stammered, walking towards the bamboo forest as if in a dream: "Arou, will you stay with me?"
Chen Rou nudged his arm: "Yes, I'll be with you, I'll chase after it with you."
But Nie Zhao took two more steps and then stopped, refusing to go any further.
He took Chen Rou's hand in return and said only, "A-Rou, thank you."
If it were someone else, they would advise Nie Zhao to stop pursuing her, saying he couldn't win her over. Of course, rationally speaking, Nie Zhao couldn't win her over either. For many years, his mother was confined to the ground floor of a 44-story building, unable to even turn over. But now she is free.
She gained her long-lost freedom and went to the faraway places she wanted to go. Nie Zhao should also let go of this, he knew that in his heart.
But at that moment, he suddenly realized something, which was also the inner demon weighing on his heart.
That is, his wife never said she loved him, and he always felt that she didn't love him and that everything she did was just an obligation.
But no, at this moment, Nie Zhao suddenly realized that his wife did love him, on the contrary, she did love him, and what she loved was not his superpower of making money that he was desperately trying to show, but his vulnerability and wretchedness.
In other words, others only see his scheming and ruthlessness, and his unscrupulous means of accumulating wealth.
But only she could see the vulnerability beneath his hard armor and would come to his aid when he needed it.
Only she would not laugh at his absurdity when he wanted to pursue his mother, nor would she use emotionless polite words to fool him. Instead, she would smile and say, "I'll go with you." And if he really went to pursue her, she would go with him.
What is love? This is it.
Only Miss Chen could see Mr. Nie's absurdity and foolishness, yet she still stayed with him; that was love.
In other words, perhaps at first she only had Marxism-Leninism in her heart, but now she must also love him, only she herself is unaware of it.
Then she wouldn't actually abandon him again.
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The event that the Nie family is holding today is, professionally speaking, the Water and Land Dharma Assembly.
Not only were there nuns from the temple itself, but also senior monks and nuns invited from various temples.
Of course, it's burning money. A monk has to pay 2,000 yuan in red envelopes for chanting sutras for 15 consecutive days.
But for Nie Zhao, that was just a small amount of money. He only had one requirement: to do his best.
As the patron, he was leaving, and the abbot of the temple naturally saw him off personally.
But after standing and presiding over the religious ceremony all day, she was getting old and couldn't walk anymore, so she could only be escorted to the door of the monks' quarters.
From the perspective of a Bodhisattva, everything is governed by cause and effect.
The nun had to ask a detailed question about the origin of the Ru ware Bodhisattva: "Did your wife bring it back from Macau?"
Nie Zhao nodded: "That's true."
The nun smiled and counted on her fingers: "You know, I also know a little about feng shui. This seated lotus Bodhisattva has been in a place he doesn't want to stay for many years, but according to my calculations, he should have been invited by you, and it shouldn't be now."
After thinking for a moment, Nie Zhao suddenly asked, "Do you think it will be many years from now?"
The nun nodded, but then said, "Feng shui can only give a general idea. There's a saying that goes, 'Man can conquer nature.' As long as a person's will is pure and firm enough, they can overcome the will of heaven, and anything is possible."
Nie Zhao grasped the old lady's hand and said sincerely, "Thank you."
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