Su Qingzhi turned to Shen Cunpu and said.
Shen Cunpu looked at her, then at his mother, his face filled with worry and hesitation.
But in the end, he nodded slightly.
Once she was sure Shen Cunpu had really left, Su Qingzhi slowly took a few steps forward.
"You really don't want to live anymore?"
Su Qingzhi suddenly spoke.
"Have you thought about your son? He's only seventeen, his shoulders haven't even grown wide enough, yet he has to shoulder the burden of the whole family."
She looked directly into Su Manqing's cloudy eyes.
“If you leave, he will be all alone. He will have to support his younger siblings, work in the fields, beg people to lend him money for medicine, and endure the cold stares and ridicule of the villagers.”
"He's still a child, yet he has to shoulder heavy burdens like an adult. Do you think he's not afraid of hardship? He is, but he's even more afraid of losing you."
Even if you can't work or earn money, even if you can only lie in bed, you still have to live.
Su Qingzhi's voice was low but firm.
"With a pillar of support in the family, he has the confidence to work hard, take risks, and find ways to support all of you."
"But what you're doing now is tantamount to pushing him to the edge of a cliff."
Su Manqing's previously stiff facial muscles suddenly twitched.
Two streams of murky tears slowly slid down her sunken eyes.
Su Qingzhi looked at her, and a pang of sorrow rose in her heart.
"Do you know? Your son made a deal with someone to invite me here."
"He agreed to work for someone for a month, from morning till night, carrying water, chopping wood, moving bricks, digging soil, being used like an ox or a horse."
“Regardless of whether my medicine works or not, he has to finish the job. He said that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he doesn’t want to give up on you.”
"You say you don't care about life and death, that's your choice."
Su Qingzhi paused, then her tone suddenly became more serious.
"But have you ever considered whether what he's done for you is worth it?"
"If you really don't care, then keep lying here and waiting to die. Nobody can stop you."
"But if you still have a heart, if you still have a mother's spirit, you should fight for your son and for yourself, even if it's just a little bit of effort, so that he doesn't suffer in vain."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, exploding without warning on the still surface of Su Manqing's heart.
Her previously empty eyes suddenly snapped open.
The tears are still flowing.
In that instant, she finally remembered who she was.
She is not a person, she is a mother.
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she asked in a trembling voice, "What's your name?"
"Su Qingzhi".
Su Qingzhi didn't hide anything and told her directly.
"Su Mingzhu...who is she to you?"
Su Manqing's voice was hoarse and weak.
Su Qingzhi was also stunned, her brows furrowing slightly.
"She is my mother."
Su Qingzhi answered decisively.
Su Manqing supported herself, her movements slow and labored.
Seeing this, Su Qingzhi quickly stepped forward.
"Ahem... My name is Su Manqing..."
She gasped for breath, saying haltingly, "Did your mother...cough cough...tell you about me?"
Upon hearing this name, a vague memory suddenly flashed through Su Qingzhi's mind...
When Su Mingzhu went to Shanghai to study.
I have a very close friend named Su Manqing.
The two lived in the same dormitory and were inseparable.
The Su family is a renowned family of cheongsam makers, famous throughout Shanghai.
Su Manqing grew up in an embroidery workshop and was influenced by what she saw and heard. She started learning tailoring at the age of six and was able to complete an entire cheongsam independently by the age of ten.
...
“My mother mentioned you.”
Su Qingzhi said softly, her tone filled with emotion and respect.
"I just didn't expect to see you here."
Su Manqing grabbed Su Qingzhi's hand.
"What are you doing here? Was your mother also sent to the countryside? Where is she now?"
Su Qingzhi gently patted her hand.
While comforting her, she recounted everything that had happened over the past two years.
How my mother became seriously ill.
How to close your eyes on a stormy night.
How could he have been hastily buried on that barren slope outside the village?
I heard that Su Mingzhu had passed away.
Su Manqing's body stiffened abruptly.
Her body went limp, and she fell backward.
Su Qingzhi quickly took out the spiritual spring water from her spatial storage.
He skillfully poured out a small bottle capful of water and carefully fed it into her mouth.
The spring water is clear and transparent, with a faint halo, and carries a refreshing coolness.
I didn't expect to faint again...
Su Qingzhi looked at the unconscious Su Manqing and was at a loss for what to do.
Just then, she suddenly noticed.
Dark, gooey things began to emerge from Su Manqing's body.
The dark spots multiplied, slowly seeping out along her neck, arms, and cheeks, as if toxins that had accumulated in her body for many years were being forcibly expelled.
It's similar to her situation last time.
She herself went through a similar detoxification process when she first took the Lingquan water.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt more at ease.
At the very least, this shows that the spiritual spring water worked.
Suddenly, Shen Cunpu's voice came from outside.
"Mom, are you alright? I just got back and heard you weren't feeling well again."
Su Qingzhi didn't hide it from him.
"Come in first, don't stand outside and shout."
The door creaked open.
Shen Cunpu strode into the room.
His heart skipped a beat.
"What did you feed Mom? She was fine just now, how did she become like this?"
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