Chapter 1135 When Will I Become a Grandpa?
Xie Zheng accepted it and nodded expressionlessly, "Thank you."
Song Chunxue clenched her palms tightly.
But this feeling wasn't as painful as I had imagined.
He genuinely doesn't remember.
That's good, so they can focus on their cultivation without any distractions from now on.
"May you reach even greater heights and cultivate diligently. Your master only has you as his disciple."
After saying that, Song Chunxue turned to Master Han and handed him another bundle.
"Doesn't your master like to eat potato stewed chicken? This is full of old red shallots and some dried mushrooms. The specific steps are written down, and there's also a jar of sauce. Master can try making it himself."
Master Han frowned. "You want me to cook for myself?"
"If my uncle is willing."
Song Chunxue also gave him a big bag of Chinese mustard greens, saying, "This is very simple, you can eat it as a cold dish."
“Alright,” Master Han smiled helplessly, “When you’re traveling, you have to be self-reliant. Thank you.”
The others also brought gifts, rummaging through their storage rings, so no one came empty-handed.
During this time, Song Chunxue's gaze remained fixed on Xie Zheng.
Looking at him like this, she felt very calm.
Perhaps it's because she has lived once and encountered the most difficult things.
She had died once, and this kind of sorrow was something she could even find sweetness in.
After all, nothing is worse than being old and dying, with no one to accompany you or even to say a few words to you.
A person is inherently a human being, and a woman becomes a responsible adult from the day she gets married.
Along the way, she earned enough to have everything she never dared to dream of before.
Watching Xie Zheng thank her profusely and wear the clothes she bought for him, Song Chunxue knew she should be content.
She had fantasized about life and death separations, and perhaps this was the best way to express it.
Because she hoped Xie Zheng would be well, she was relieved that this wasn't a separation of life and death.
Heaven has been kind to her.
Watching them descend the mountain, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance, Song Chunxue stood there for a long time.
She remained completely unaware until everyone else had left.
“Mother, why don’t you come back to Jincheng with me for a while? You can go to the mountains to cultivate yourself.” Sanwa walked over, his voice very gentle. “You’ll have to recover eventually.”
Song Chunxue sat on the steps, and if she didn't recall the past, her heart was at peace.
But newly opened wounds don't heal so easily.
“Sanwa, you don’t need to worry about me. Actually, you’re not as fragile as you think. I gave birth to five children, and each of them has been through the gates of hell. But I was brainless back then and didn’t think too much. I felt like I was just a wife, that’s how it was supposed to be. I was just a worthless life. If I died, I died; if I didn’t die, I lived and raised you all to adulthood.”
"Mother, please stop talking."
The mother should have been the one sad, but upon hearing this, Sanwa was the first to burst into tears.
"These past years have been too good, and we've forgotten the hardships of the past. People really do forget their roots. But life is full of disappointments. The sweetness of these years was bought with the bitterness and hardship of the past. That's how spiritual practice works. You can't achieve true enlightenment by indulging in comfort."
“From the moment I embarked on this path and tasted the sweetness of success, I knew I would be where I am today.”
“I’ve lived in constant fear, afraid that fate would tear my flesh apart by the suffering of my children and grandchildren,” she said with a faint smile, looking at the rising sun. “I never imagined it would be like this.”
"Waaah, Mother, please stop talking."
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Sanwa. No one’s path is smooth sailing, and you’re no exception.” Song Chunxue raised her hand and touched the back of his head. “You’ve been having a tough time lately, haven’t you? I knew it the moment I saw you. You’re also entangled in romantic entanglements.”
The third child's crying suddenly subsided.
“You’re not being good, but I can’t blame you. The reason I gave you those instructions was because I wanted to repay Mulan, but in the end you still met that person who made Mulan cry every night.”
Song Chunxue smiled again, as if she had seen through the illusions of the world.
"But this is your choice, and also your ill-fated destiny. No one else can interfere, and I won't either. It's all up to your own consideration." She patted Sanwa's shoulder. "You're an adult now. You're not at the age where you need to be helped to walk. It's your decision."
“Mother,” Sanwa said, his voice trembling with tears, “you really don’t blame me. That person saved my life. She was in a bad situation, and I wanted to save her, but I couldn’t. I never intended to have anything to do with her…”
“Child, it’s alright, it’s alright, everything will pass. Just be true to yourself.” Song Chunxue patted his back. “I don’t mean to blame you. Life is like this, full of joys and sorrows. Even those born into wealthy or imperial families can’t escape it, so there’s no need to belittle yourself.”
"You've done a great job."
"Be nice to Mulan. Is she still determined to have a son for you?"
“Yes, she’s pregnant with the fourth child,” Sanwa finally calmed down. “I know what to do.”
After that, they talked about other children.
Where is your older brother?
“He came to see me once, bringing his eldest nephew. He wanted his nephew to study in Jincheng, but his nephew didn’t want to and cried and shouted that he wanted to go back, so he took him back.”
"Where are the second and fourth brothers?"
“Oh right, these are all the letters they wrote to you,” the third brother said, pulling a cloth bag from his pocket and sniffing. “They all miss you very much.”
Song Chunxue smiled; she didn't need anyone's longing.
"You must have important business to attend to. Coming here is already against the rules. Don't go back and get caught red-handed."
"Don't worry, Mother, I still have some connections now, they won't do anything to me," Sanwa laughed. "Mother probably never imagined that I would be able to tell fortunes for people in the government office now, three times a day, it's quite interesting."
Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "You know the principle that divination doesn't go through empty phases, right?"
“I know, I know, three copper coins each, no cheating, young or old.” Sanwa leaned against her leg. “I always have some strange dreams, either I’m herding sheep on the mountain, or I’m picking wheat on the mountain. I always dream that the buckwheat in bloom is all over the mountain, and the donkey runs to the back of the mountain, and I chase it all over the mountain.”
"Being an official is actually quite tiring. The days of herding sheep were the most carefree. Back then, we used to roast potatoes on the mountain and even roast corn, almost setting someone's corn stalks on fire."
With red eyes, Sanwa looked at the distant mountains and said, "Mother, you look more like a Taoist priest than I imagined. I can hardly remember what you looked like when you were a firecracker."
Song Chunxue kicked him, "You're the firecracker. I was already amazing that I didn't blow you all up back then."
"You're raising five kids all by yourself, and you expect me to call you 'dogs' gently? Humph, wishful thinking."
Sanwa sniffed and looked up at Song Chunxue, "So am I still your Gouwa now?"
"yes."
"Then you should cultivate diligently. When the rest of us take turns visiting you, please don't avoid us."
“I can see you in the next few years, but… in a few years you’ll be too old and frail to climb up here.” Song Chunxue chuckled. “I’ll come to see you when you become a grandfather.”
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