Chapter 154: Easily Changing the Hearts of Old Friends
Life is both long and short.
When my mother was alive, she always felt that there was still a long time to come and many years to go.
They never expected that the bond between mother and daughter in this life would only last for three short years.
After Zhang's mother was stunned, she heard footsteps outside the cabin door. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw her husband, Zhang's father, coming back from outside. She quickly forgot to answer her daughter's words and stood up to greet him.
"You've been outside for so long, are you feeling cold, sir?"
Father Zhang took the hot tea his wife brought him, warming it in his palm as he walked slowly towards them. Seeing his only daughter, Zhang, leaning against the window, gazing at the scenery, he smiled gently, "Why is Fuqing so quiet today?"
"She knew she was going to Beijing this time, so she started learning in advance how to be a lady from a wealthy family." Zhang's mother teased with a smile.
Zhang turned around and looked at the couple, with a cold and sad look in her eyes.
She once thought that they were a young couple with a long-lasting bond, but unfortunately, human hearts are fickle.
Beautiful women are so charming, but how many lovers still remember their original intentions?
Zhang only took a few glances and then turned her gaze to the rippling river outside the window. The same old dream that she had talked about countless times filled her ears. The love between her parents before they came to the capital, and the scenes she could recall after returning to Marquis Boyuan's mansion were not many.
After her mother passed away, perhaps because she missed her too much, she often dreamed of returning to this ship in the early years. She also tried hard in her dreams to tell her mother not to go to the capital.
There, beneath the high walls of red tiles, there is no love between husband and wife, only the rules of the deep house that cannot be escaped, and only endless tears and disappointment.
As children of merchants, they were brought into the Marquis' Mansion like original sin by Zhang's mother, who knew nothing about the life of the powerful.
The warmth and comfort the man felt when he was lonely, like a night-blooming cereus, bloomed in Zhang's mother's heart for a lifetime. It was not until her death that she finally let go of her obsession and breathed a sigh of relief.
The cold and skinny hands grasped his daughter's hand powerlessly.
"I really hope that you can meet a good man with love and righteousness, Fuqing."
A mother's last words convey her deepest blessings.
pity.
As a child without a mother to protect her, she did not deserve such a precious thing.
The person who cared most about whether she was doing well is gone forever.
Tu Huan turned into a blue butterfly and stopped at the window, watching Zhang crying silently in her own dream.
Beside him, Zhang's father was talking to Zhang's mother about the wonderful life after returning to the Marquis' Mansion, with smiles on their faces as they talked.
Tu Huan looked at Zhang, and for some reason, she felt a little sad.
A pair of slender, white fingers gently stretched out in front of her. "Where did you get this little butterfly? I've never seen it in my dreams before." Zhang muttered with curiosity, "Could it be that this dream is different?"
Tu Huan raised her eyes and saw Zhang's tearful eyes with a faint smile.
A feeling of bitterness spread from the bottom of Tu Huan's heart.
The world around us is getting colder!
Before Tu Huan could flap her wings twice, a few cold snowflakes fell on her body. Her wings shuddered and she looked up.
It's snowing?
When I looked down again, the dream scene in front of me changed again.
The snow is falling and the ground is covered with white.
She saw a slightly tall girl in thin clothes kneeling in front of the three stone steps, kowtowing and begging towards the closed door.
"Mother's condition is critical. Father, please be merciful and allow Fuqing to go outside to see a doctor!"
The white snow fell on Zhang's thin body. The round, rosy oval face that Tu Huan had seen before was still terribly thin.
So cold!
Tu Huan was shivering from the cold in Zhang's dream. She pulled out another throw card and threw it to the ground...
White mist rises.
A snow fox with thick fur jumped out from inside, wagging its fluffy tail, and walked to a place not far from Zhang and lay down.
This should be a few years after Zhang returned to the Marquis' Mansion, Tu Huan thought.
The girl who was anxiously waiting for the pancake by the river suddenly became a young woman who endured humiliation and knelt down to beg her father to save her mother.
With the fox fur protecting her body, Tu Huan finally felt a little warmth after a long time.
It's cold when it snows in winter.
Zhang's consciousness was icy again. Tu Huan, who was experiencing a double cooling effect, looked at the door on the stone steps that had been closed for a long time, and then turned to look at Zhang who was kowtowing and begging for mercy.
There was bright red on the forehead, knees, and elbows, which was extremely dazzling in the white sky.
The girl's voice was choked and hoarse, and Tu Huan couldn't bear to listen anymore.
A row of paw prints gradually formed on the snow.
Zhang kowtowed for a long time until her tears dried up, and suddenly she felt a warmth enveloping her body.
She looked up in surprise and found a beautiful adult snow fox hugging her from behind.
The long fur of the snow fox brought her long-lost warmth, shielding her from the coldness of the snow and ice.
The girl's body froze for a while, and Tu Huan finally felt a pair of slender arms timidly reaching out to her and holding her in his arms.
The beautiful fox fur was wet with tears.
Tu Huan lived in Zhang's prime, quietly accompanying Zhang Fuqing, who was exhausted both physically and mentally at the time.
A man and a fox, snuggling together in the snow.
After an unknown amount of time, Tu Huan finally felt that Zhang's cold hands seemed to have warmed up.
Suddenly, a cold male voice came from the door:
"Since she doesn't want to live! Then go die! You get out too!"
Tu Huan frowned, turned her head back in Zhang's arms, and found that the light in the girl's eyes was unusually calm, dark and gloomy.
Zhang, who had just "woken up" from her dream, had just realized that this was a dream when she found a beautiful snow fox in her arms. As she was surprised, she heard a familiar curse coming from above her head.
With an expressionless face, he stretched his stiff legs, supported himself on the cold snow, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.
Zhang's movements were so smooth and smooth without any hesitation, and she had no idea how many times she had done it in her dreams. But this time, after taking seven or eight steps, she suddenly stopped.
A trace of confusion appeared on the weak and delicate face.
Tu Huan shook off the fallen snow on her body in front of her, and followed her with her fluffy tail wagging.
A look of surprise flashed across Zhang's face, but she couldn't tell where this strange idea came from. She looked at the snow fox, which accompanied her back to the cold and remote courtyard of Marquis Boyuan's mansion.
The girl walked into the room with a frail body, staggering.
Tu Huan shook off the snowflakes that had fallen on her body as she walked, and squatted under the corridor of the courtyard. Behind her was the mother and daughter who would see each other for the last time in this life.
The mother's admonitions are like the lullaby beside the bed when the baby is newborn.
Zhang's low sobs gradually came out.
Each sound was so depressing that it made people feel uneasy. Even Zhang, who had returned to this dream several times, could not control the silent sobs.
Tu Huan really didn't know how to go in and comfort people at this time.
The system kept reminding her that nothing could be changed in dreams, that everything was fake, just an empty illusion.
"It's fake, it makes people so uncomfortable."
Her pair of black fox eyes stared at the white snow falling in the sky.
He stuck out his tongue to catch a few cold snowflakes and couldn't help cursing:
"It's really fucking cold today."
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