Chapter 446
Listening to the guilty yet gentle apology in her ears, Yun Mian's originally tense body relaxed little by little.
Her small body slowly leaned forward, and as her cheeks were held, the child pursed her lips, slowly lowered her head and rested her forehead on her mother's shoulder.
"I don't blame you..."
Yunmian reached out and gently hugged one of her mother's arms, half buried in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Mom, I just... miss you so much."
Whether it was Yunmian from the ancient world, Yunmian from the spiritual world, or even... even Yunmian from the variety show world, she had never hated the mother who gave birth to her.
In the ancient world, the only reason she struggled to survive was her mother. She was afraid that Yun Yi would hurt her mother, that her mother would hear the news of her death, and that the world would turn against her again and force her mother to die on the battlefield...
In the supernatural world, when Yun Mian saw a room full of evil spirits and was torn to pieces by them, she felt more hope than fear. Even in her last moment of consciousness before death, she was thinking about whether her mother would also become a ghost after death, rather than whether she would completely disappear from her world.
In the world of variety shows, Yunmian has many opportunities to speak out about her mother’s bad deeds during live broadcasts and seek help from the audience or directors. Even after the show is over, Yunmian has the opportunity to stay away from her mother when she is ill.
But Yunmian has never been away from her mother. When her mother picked her up and climbed onto the rooftop on a stool, Yunmian's first reaction was not to struggle and escape, but to subconsciously reach out and hug her mother tightly.
When she jumped down, Yunmian never let go of her embrace. She didn't understand how short and painful death was. She just felt her mother's true love in the brief countdown of those few seconds at the end of her life.
It was only a few seconds, but it was enough to soothe all the sadness and anxiety she had experienced from her mother in the past.
Therefore, Yunmian in that world will not feel resentment because of death.
What she feared was her mother's extreme emotional breakdown every day before her death, the excruciating pain in the last second before her death, and the image of her mother lying in a pool of blood with her eyes closed.
Recalling each ending of these three worlds, Yun Mian unconsciously hugged her mother's arms tightly, bit her lips, and sullenly bumped her mother's shoulder a little harder.
Badass mom.
Yun Jinyi reached out and hugged her daughter's small body, feeling the impact on her shoulders, then raised her hand and gently patted the child's slightly arched back.
All of Mianmian's memories from the previous week have been sealed again and again. She is wandering alone in the darkness, unable to find a way out or the light.
So in the second round, Mianmian started over again, and the length of time it took her to get to the present moment was equal to the length of time the memories of the first round were sealed in darkness.
The pain, resentment, sadness, reluctance and longing… surged and fermented in the darkness again and again, hitting the solid barriers in the soul again and again. Finally, at this moment, in the tears that Yunmian unconsciously shed, they had real warmth and presence.
"I will still be angry." Yunmian quickly left her mother's arms, stared at her with red eyes, and emphasized seriously: "Mom, you don't love me equally. Your love must be biased and not complete."
"But in every world, I love my mother well."
As the child was speaking, the tears that had just been wiped away showed signs of being filled up again. He pursed his lips, as if he was about to cry but not yet, and his tearful eyes were full of grievances and accusations.
Under her accusing gaze, Yun Jinyi not only did not apologize, but he also lowered his head and kissed her slightly raised forehead.
Yunmian: “!?”
His red eyes widened unconsciously, as if he didn't expect to be suddenly attacked by the puppy, and even his ears stood up all of a sudden.
"Mom!" Yun Mian frowned and emphasized fiercely: "I am talking seriously, don't mess with me!!"
Yun Jinyi ruffled the child's hair with a smile, successfully breaking the serious atmosphere she was trying to maintain.
Yunmian wanted to pout again.
Yun Jinyi reached out and hugged the little girl who thought she was fierce but was actually always acting like a spoiled child unconsciously. She lowered her head and kissed her again, then said softly: "Mianmian, mother's love will never be divided into many parts. When your soul is fully restored and all your memories are returned, my love will only increase, not decrease."
"Mianmian, it doesn't matter even if you really hate me, because mom will never misunderstand Mianmian's love, just like Mianmian loves me sincerely every time."
"I love you too, that's why I choose to give birth to you again and again."
To make a strong soul follow the so-called cannon fodder plot line again and again, to make her endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth again and again, to make her bear everything and still be unwilling to struggle or resist... Even the Quick Travel Bureau believes that in order to achieve such a goal, one must be manipulating a mindless puppet or an intelligent product that strictly executes any orders.
But I never thought that Yun Jinyi would be willing to accept and follow such arrangements again and again.
But Yun Jinyi endured it every time, and when she had to start the second round, in every world she came back to, she once again endured the existence of the plot line and chose to give birth to Yun Mian.
She was humiliated by the characters again and again, seemed to be possessed by ghosts again and again, and endured the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth again and again...
Yun Jinyi never thought of not letting her daughter come into this world.
She carefully kept all her daughter's love, and in the next world she took the lead in enduring all the pain of pregnancy and childbirth to bring Mianmian to the new world.
Mianmian's love is loudly declared time and time again, and she regards her mother as her whole world.
Yun Jinyi's love is to experience suffering and the pain of having her body torn apart time and time again, and it makes her willingly transform from a girl into an omnipotent mother.
Children who always secretly measure and demand fairness always don't understand many things because they die too early.
For example, the love between a mother and her daughter does not need to be compared or measured.
For example, every time her mother chose to give birth to her, she put her own life behind Mianmian at the moment of delivery.
For example, the saying "You raised me when I was young and I will take care of you when you are old" will never be true for her mother, because no matter whether Mianmian will take care of her when she is old, Yun Jinyi will use her love to nurture her daughter's growth.
A mother's love seeks return, but what Yun Jinyi wants in return is not money or material things, but just a hug from her daughter, a smile, or a soft kiss when she acts coquettishly.
And in the end, these "returns" can actually be described by the most modern word.
That is the word "Mom".
As long as Mianmian still calls her mother, Yun Jinyi will always be her mother.
This is also a pair of shackles that a mother willingly puts on herself.
Even in the name of love, even with all the flowers and brocade, we cannot ignore the fact that it is indeed a shackle.
"Mom is not great, but she will always love Mianmian."
Yunjin will always love Yunmian thousands and thousands of times, no matter the suffering, no matter the desperate situation, no matter the plot.
Yunmian had never heard her mother make such a firm promise.
For a moment she was so confused that she couldn't even measure the value and weight of this short sentence.
But when she looked up naively and looked into her mother's eyes filled with tenderness and love, Yunmian suddenly understood.
This sentence is worthless and has no value until it is realized, but it is indeed immeasurable, because in the process of realizing this sentence, its precious value is silently reflected every minute and every second.
Besides, the deadline my mother set for this sentence is forever.
It will be forever, life after life, an endless cycle, and it will be thousands and millions of times without a specific number.
And its weight?
Love has no weight.
It is so light that it is just a word that is so light that its specific weight cannot be measured.
It is so light that it will disperse if the wind blows, and even without the wind, it will disappear after passing through your ears.
But Yunmian heard a weight heavier than a mountain in her mother's light words.
Like the hug she felt when she was falling in her mother's arms.
Like the most resolute look she gave when she looked at Kyoto from the city wall in the heavy snow.
Like that night when she saw her mother lying dead on the ground in a pool of blood.
Yunmian could no longer make any complaints of "unfairness".
She lay obediently in her mother's arms, like a puppy with its fur completely stroked, swallowing all her whimpers into her throat, and only humming softly in her mother's warm embrace.
When the audience was going crazy watching the pantomime and guessing the lip movements, Yunmian finally decided to leave her mother's arms.
She puffed up her fair little face, imitated her mother's gesture just now, stood on tiptoe, held her mother's warm cheek, and leaned in to give her a small kiss.
Before I knew it, my eyebrows were curved into a smile, and there were many tiny, bright little stars in my eyes.
"Mom~" The child's voice also became soft, and the listeners seemed to melt into the soft sugar water: "Then I want many, many more points of love than 100 points!"
It wasn't a request, it was a domineering notice.
No matter which world, no matter what identity or experience...
The love that Yunmian desires can only be increased, not decreased in the slightest.
A very willful and unreasonable request.
But the person who gave her this confidence was Yun Jinyi.
She rubbed her daughter's cheek and nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
So in the camera, the child's smile became even brighter. She was even willing to let go of her mother, and then jumped in front of the new camera, speaking with a bit of boasting in her eyes.
No sound reached the audience's ears.
But no audience would misjudge her lip movements at this moment.
Yunmian said: "My mother loves me the most."
Among billions of people around the world, Yun Jinyi only loves Yun Mian.
This is definitely worth showing off for the children. Not only do they show off in front of the camera and to the audience, they also show off to other children in the show. Afterwards, they even ran to the stream and poked the newly woven spider web to show off to the little spider hiding behind the grass leaves.
So before she left the show, the whole village, whether human or dog, was forced to listen to "Mom loves me the most."
Of course some people will be annoyed, and of course some people will not like it.
But the child's tone was so smug, as if the more you disliked her, the happier she would be, making everyone who wanted to say something choose to shut up in the end.
Forget it, why bother with a child.
As for love or not, most Chinese people are introverted. Even if it is an earth-shattering love, it will become difficult to express it the moment it is expressed.
Only Yunmian is different.
At the end of the season in which she participated, most netizens across the country had watched at least ten clips of her expressing the same love to Yun Jinyi in different scenes.
After Yunmian left, no matter how many guests and children came, there was no longer the chaos and confusion as when Yunmian first arrived. It also seemed that the sincere warmth that was enough to move everyone was lost.
The cloud cotton, no longer fierce and gloomy, is like faded ink that finally reveals its original bright colors. It is the brightest, the most eye-catching, and the most dazzling.
But she left during the first snowfall at night.
Yunmian was sitting in front of the window with a flowerpot containing two little snowmen in her hands.
She had just made this secretly downstairs without telling her mother.
It was snowing heavily outside the window, and Yunmian seemed to have returned to the time when she was on the city wall of Xuejing Kingdom.
Her body had long been decayed inside, but she was still wearing the red dress she had worn when she was sent to the Snow Mirror Kingdom. Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers guarding the city, she stepped onto the snow-covered stone wall and quietly ended her absurd life in the snow and wind.
Now, when she was about to leave, she saw the heavy snow falling all over the sky again.
But she doesn't have to wear a glaring red dress.
There is no need to leave with the fear of death.
No need to look at the capital of the motherland through the wind and snow.
There is no need to express to my mother the pain, regret, longing and guilt in my heart again and again.
She just needed to wait for her mother to prepare hot water in a warm room, and then soak her body that was red from the wind and snow, especially her little hands that had just played with the snow.
She just needed to nestle in her mother's arms, listen to her tell stories about the past that were no longer in her memory, and then guess how much her mother loved her at that time.
She only needed to close her eyes and fall asleep in the warm embrace.
Rather than dying on the cold and hard frozen soil and being stigmatized with countless crimes in history books.
Yunmian is still the fierce Yunmian.
She has integrated the memories of three worlds, doesn't like cameras, doesn't like playing with children, and always likes to bully the light ball to listen to it talk about the past.
But Yunmian was completely different from when she just woke up.
The coldness in her eyes turned into a smile, her precise and sharp hidden weapon skills were used to make snowmen, and her fierceness turned into unconscious coquetry in front of her mother...
Even when he's asleep, he's so well behaved that it makes people feel soft-hearted.
Yunmian did not say goodbye to her mother and Yunkong.
Because she knew that she would be the next one to wake up.
Once her soul is restored, she will soon see her mother again.
So there is no need to separate, nor is there any need to be reluctant or sad.
All you need to do is to sleep peacefully with your mother’s love, which is more than enough. That’s enough.
Only after confirming that Mianmian was really asleep did Yun Kong, who had been pretending to be a quail for the past few days, let out an exaggerated sigh of relief under Yun Jinyi's amused gaze.
"I'm scared to death!" It muttered softly, but still flew forward immediately to give a physical examination to the sleeping Mianmian.
After seeing that the test results showed healthy, it fell from the air with a plop and landed on Yunmian's pillow as if playing tricks.
Then, seemingly inadvertently, it rolled twice and just happened to nestle into the child's neck.
The system shuts down with satisfaction.
No matter whether Yun Jinyi would pick it up and throw it somewhere else later, the system was "sleeping soundly" in Mianmian's neck at this moment.
Just like many worlds in the past, it will always accompany Mianmian.
As a mother, Yun Jinyi would make a promise to Mianmian, and the system was actually willing to do so, but in the end it kept the promise in its heart.
He just secretly wrote a line of high-level instruction program for himself, hiding it among many instruction programs, and it was not conspicuous at all.
No one will ever know that there is a ball of light called Yunkong, which wrote an instruction for itself to "always be a cloud cotton system."
This means that even if the mission is completed, Yunmian will be untied from the system, and it will only be recycled and destroyed by the General Administration, and it will no longer be possible to bind to the next task host to perform more tasks.
It restricted its mechanical intelligent life to the two words "Yunmian", leaving no way out and no room for maneuver.
And now, it is sleeping soundly, just like Yunmian who just slept soundly. It doesn’t need to do anything, and doesn’t need to think about anything. It just needs to have a good sleep, and then it will be able to see the last naughty Mianmian.
The system will have some guesses about the scene after Mianmian wakes up in each memory, but the last Mianmian, who is also the first Mianmian in all the mission worlds, is difficult for the system to predict.
It was not familiar with the 5-year-old Mianmian at that time.
So Yunkong set a startup time for himself.
Not too early or too late, just about an hour earlier than Mianmian usually wakes up.
Yunkong felt that this hour should be enough for him to make preparations in advance. He should integrate and analyze the personalities of the many Mianmian he had met before, and then make a fairly accurate behavioral analysis of the last Mianmian and prepare relevant response methods in advance.
But the system found that it was extremely wrong.
Because this time it was not Yun Jinyi who missed the time when Mianmian woke up, but it was it that had woken up an hour earlier.
When the system found itself being squeezed by someone and cracking walnuts the moment it was turned on, it was so frightened that it almost crashed and had to be rebuilt.
So much so that when it was just turned on, the light on it was messy and particularly eye-catching.
This also successfully allowed the child who was holding it to crack walnuts to discover its existence.
“Mom!!!” Yun Mian shouted loudly, her tone was full of excitement: “This ball really lights up!!”
Yunkong: “…”
I had a bad feeling.
Facts have proved that mechanical intelligent life forms are also capable of possessing idealistic things such as "intuition".
For example, Yunkong.
It was no longer used to crack walnuts, but it was caught in a net bag and hung from the ceiling by the host's mother, Yun Jinyi.
Because Mianmian wanted to see if it could be brought back to that world and used as a lamp that did not consume electricity.
Yunkong's entire ball was stunned. It hung in the net bag, numbly listening to the child's lively voice asking it to light up red and then blue, switching back and forth, turning its beautiful home into a disco scene.
Yunmian had a lot of fun.
There doesn't seem to be any shadow of death.
When the little girl stood on a stool with her mother's back to hers and stood on tiptoe to secretly open the window and pick up the fallen snow on the windowsill, Yunkong finally found an opportunity to communicate with her.
"Mianmian, how old are you now?" Yunkong seized the opportunity to ask.
The child who was playing in the snow said without turning his head: "I am already 5 years old this year. My mother said that after winter is over and spring comes, she can send me to primary school!"
Yunkong suddenly fell silent.
This scene and this answer seemed to cross time and space in an instant, and completely overlap with another child named Yunmian in another world.
"When spring comes, I can go to school with my schoolbag on my back."
"My mother has saved enough money for my tuition and will sew a beautiful little school bag for me."
"Uncle, is school fun? What is school like?"
"Uncle, school starts today, you must come with mom to send me off, so that I can definitely get a perfect score in the exam in the future!"
"uncle……"
Yunkong looked at Mianmian's back as she was secretly playing in the snow, and suddenly felt like crying.
It turns out that it has traveled through so many worlds with Mianmian without realizing it.
It turns out that the illiterate child who couldn't even recognize words has now experienced death and rebirth many times.
But at this time, when Mianmian was lying on the windowsill and doing some sneaky things, the system still felt that the child it had chosen and had been accompanying seemed to have never changed.
She is bright, she is naughty, she is changeable, and she is kind.
She is like a sparkling gem that was discovered by herself accidentally. Even after so much time, the gem is still sparkling, and no one will deny her preciousness anymore.
It seems as if I have an inexplicable feeling that my daughter has grown up. I feel a little sad, a little relieved, and also a lot of pride and nostalgia.
I miss the pitiful Mianmian at the beginning, and I miss the village bully at the beginning.
There are no golden fingers, no more love, and I don’t even know where my future lies, or what the plot is all about.
Always focus on yourself and be the mama’s boy who loves your mother.
The puppy Cotton is a spoiled kid who can act like a spoiled brat and run very fast when his mother raises the broom.
"Mianmian, my name is Yunkong. I am the system that binds you to complete the world mission. Let's get to know each other again."
The system broke free from the constraints of the net bag, escaped the fate of becoming a light bulb, flew behind the child, poked her lightly, and gave a very brief self-introduction.
Yunmian is not an impolite child, but she probably doesn't have much manners.
So she nodded hurriedly, said her own name, and carefully pinched the messy little snowball in her hand.
"Wait a minute, I want to make it a little more round. I'm very good at making snowmen." Yun Mian was so busy that she didn't even have time to turn her head.
Until someone tapped my shoulder gently.
Yunmian didn't respond yet, twisting her shoulders and perfunctorily saying, "Uncle, please don't touch it. It will be terrible if my snowball falls down. What if it hits mom?"
Yunkong: “…”
You deserve to be beaten!
There was no sound behind her and Yunmian did not react, but when her shoulder was tapped again, Yunmian finally realized something was wrong.
In the silence of the room, the child's head turned around in a click as if it was rusty.
For the last memory, I wanted it to be a little lighter and brighter, so I chose Mianmian before all the tragedies happened.
Good night, babies~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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