When she is in better condition, let Sister Mo Ling help Dudu build it.
But that person is from my mother's side.
What if she found out about the two words "Dudu" she had carved? She had no choice but to stop carving.
She will carve it herself when the time comes, even though Feng Yunshu's handwriting is very ugly.
The person's name was Zhang Ma, and she was the old nanny in her mother's family.
When she was a child.
Zhang Ma often looked after her. Zhang Ma's family had been making gold for generations, and she had inherited her father's craft. Feng Yunshu called Zhang Ma, and he shushed his brothers, and none of his brothers spoke.
"Auntie Zhang, how are you feeling lately?"
Zhang Ma heard her young lady's words and smiled, "My dear young lady, what do you want to talk to me about? You haven't contacted me recently."
"Madam..."
Aunt Zhang sighed, but ultimately said nothing.
"Auntie Zhang, can you help me make a longevity lock? I trust Auntie Zhang's craftsmanship."
"To create a longevity lock?"
"Yes, you should make it softer and cuter, because I am all about cuteness now."
Aunt Zhang chuckled.
"Kawaii style? My eldest lady."
Although Aunt Zhang was smiling, one could vaguely hear the doting in her smile.
In front of the Bodhisattva statue, there was a woman with her hair lightly tied up. She looked to be about fifty years old.
But her temperament is elegant and tranquil, and she is not contaminated by the world.
She kept her eyes closed, her hands clasped together, and chanted scriptures.
Aunt Zhang glanced at the woman cautiously.
"Excuse me, ma'am, did I disturb you?
"It's okay, Aunt Zhang."
Fu Zixia continued to recite the scriptures, obviously looking possessed.
Aunt Zhang sighed and went outside with her cell phone. She didn't know that the woman kneeling on the mat had turned around and was looking at her back.
"Is my mother okay now?" Feng Yunshu's voice was a little dry.
"She's fine, but you know Madam can't get over it, so she hasn't left for so many years."
"I will promise you what you want."
Feng Yunshu nodded.
Aunt Zhang, I will bring all the gold to you when the time comes, but the next sentence Aunt Zhang said.
This almost made the Feng family break out in a cold sweat. "Is everything okay over there? Nothing happened recently, right?"
"No, no, how could that be? We are all fine. My brothers are all fine too."
"I heard that your sixth brother has come out of retirement."
"Yes, he came out of the mountain, and now we are all here,"
"That's good. Your Sixth Brother has finally let go of his worries."
Over the years, Aunt Zhang has treated the sons and daughters of the Feng family as her own children, so she naturally cares about them very much.
Feng Yunshu hesitated for a moment.
Or tell Zhang Ma.
"Auntie Zhang, please tell my mom that I'm no longer obsessed with Jiang Yan. I was wrong. White porridge is so unpalatable. I hate white porridge the most. I want to drink the seafood porridge made by mom."
Her words brought tears to Zhang Ma's eyes. "Okay, okay, I will definitely tell Madam."
Feng Yunshu put down the phone, thinking her mother wouldn’t know anything.
My mother had suffered from depression because of my father's anger, and then she suffered from all kinds of postpartum torture and physical pain, so her health has always been poor.
Sometimes you don’t need to know so much truth. The more you know, the more painful it will be. Mother and daughter are connected by heart.
Feng Yunshu didn't want to make her mother suffer.
In the quiet pond, the woman heard Zhang Ma's footsteps, turned around, and continued to worship Buddha.
Fu Zixia and Feng Lu were very similar, even down to their temperaments. They were aloof and distant, untouched by worldly affairs. They wore a gray robe and kept everything simple. Their hair was pulled up with a wooden hairpin, and a few white strands could be seen among the black hair.
Fu Zixia was once the pampered eldest daughter of the Fu family, but she fell in love with Feng Cheng and ruined her life.
She sacrificed her entire life, giving birth to four children in her first pregnancy. All four children were crying at the same time, and she was the only one who had to feed and take care of them.
The second pregnancy also gave birth to four children, three boys and one girl. Only her family members felt sorry for her, while her husband never did.
Unfortunately, several of her brothers also died of various illnesses, and Fu Zixia was left without a home from then on.
Aunt Zhang looked at Fu Zixia with a loving look in her eyes. "Madam, the young lady said she wants to drink the seafood porridge you made. She hates plain porridge the most. She doesn't want to bother with that beast named Jiang Yan anymore."
Isn't he a beast?
Zhang Ma remembers that their young lady was having an affair with another woman. How could her young lady become like this?
She is a rich lady and has eaten all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.
Why would we stop for a simple bowl of porridge and a side dish? What's so good about Jiang Yan?
She still couldn't figure it out, but now that she saw their young lady coming back from her wrong path, she was so happy. Fu Zixia was obviously happy too.
It's just that her mood is very dull, and there are more crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that have been slightly invaded by time.
Tears flickered faintly in his eyes.
She finally put down the Buddhist beads in her hands and no longer faced the Bodhisattva. This time she faced her own palms and her own heart.
"Maybe I should go back and see my children."
"What?"
Aunt Zhang was surprised and happy. She could no longer stop crying while hugging Fu Zixia. Her emotions were much more volatile than Fu Zixia's.
She took care of the eldest daughter, and she finally stopped looking like a half-human, half-ghost.
Aunt Zhang asked Fu Zixia cautiously,
"Then Madam, when you go back for a few days, why don't you stay for a while and then come to this ancestral hall to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures."
Fu Zixia's expression froze for a moment, but then she reacted.
"Let's take a look."
But Aunt Zhang knew that she would continue to return to the ancestral hall, which was located on the top of the mountain with a steep mountain road.
It took them a long time to walk down the mountain. The eldest son Feng Yi built a cable car for her, but Fu Zixia always climbed down from the top of the mountain slowly.
It seems like self-torture.
The person she has never forgiven for all these years is herself, not Feng Cheng.
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The Feng brothers and sisters here didn't know that their mother Fu Zixia was going to come back suddenly.
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