The bun on top of her head was crooked and looked like it was about to fall apart.
"Master, Aunt Hong said she has something to tell you." Chuanqi said, shaking his head.
"What?"
"I don't know the legend." The big lion shook his head.
This sentence again!
Huh~~
Liang Meng rolled her eyes in annoyance, lowered her head and sat in the recliner for a long time without moving.
Legend stood there, neither wanting to leave nor stay, pouting uncomfortably.
"Let's go."
With a long snort, Liang Meng slammed his hands on the armrests and stood up from the rattan chair.
Throwing the blanket on the recliner, Liang Meng walked past Chuanqi and strode out the door.
"What's wrong? What do you want from me?"
In the front hall of the house, Aunt Hong sat in the chair where she usually sat while making tea. Meanwhile, Yun Xuchen stood by the open window, his hands behind his back, staring out. It was unclear what he was thinking.
Hearing Liang Meng's voice, Yun Xuchen turned sideways, took a look, and then turned back.
Aunt Hong hurriedly stood up from her chair and walked a few steps to Liang Meng, looking very embarrassed on her old face without a trace of rouge or powder.
"Master, I have something to say to you."
"What?"
Changing his impatient look in front of Chuanqi, Liang Meng spoke to Aunt Hong in a very gentle tone.
When she saw Aunt Hong now, she was no longer looking at an old woman with a frail face who loved to wear heavy makeup to attract attention, but at the once lively and beautiful Hong'er.
Aunt Hong’s face was very pale, her eyelids were severely swollen, and her eyeballs were red.
Liang Mengxin understood that Aunt Hong's sorrowful look must be due to seeing her own child, the one who had died at birth.
The most pitiful thing is the love of parents.
"I want to ask the Hall Master, after I save Zhenshu, I can erase his memory of me."
Liang Meng was a little surprised by Aunt Hong's request and turned around to ask Yun Xuchen about it. Unfortunately, Yun Xuchen didn't feel Liang Meng's expectant gaze and didn't turn around.
"Why?"
"The master knows. The pillow book is to me,"
Aunt Hong raised her hand and brushed the non-existent hair by her ear as she spoke, smiling awkwardly.
"Don't be fooled by the Hall Master. I've long since seen through worldly love. I only treat the Pillow Book as a relative. I don't have any romantic feelings for him at all."
"But I know that Zhenshu is a very stubborn kid. If he knew that it was me who saved him, or that I would trade my life for his, he would definitely not live well. That would go against our original intention of saving him. So, I think,"
"It would be better if he completely forgot about me."
"He deserves a better life than to dwell on an impossible relationship."
In fact, Aunt Hong's consideration is very reasonable. But if that were the case, Aunt Hong's sacrifice would be in vain, because no one would remember her.
Is it worth doing this?
"Is it worth doing this?" Liang Meng couldn't help but ask.
Aunt Hong smiled sweetly, and her pale face showed a hint of genuine joy.
"Of course it's worth it. My life would have been gone a long time ago, but I've lived to this day and was able to save the life of someone close to me. It's totally worth it."
Liang Meng looked at Aunt Hong steadily, into her eyes that suddenly became pure.
These are Hong'er's eyes. Although her face is worn and her heart is old, the pure soul that belongs to her is not lost.
Liang Meng's nose felt sore and tears almost came out.
She quickly turned her head and said "OK" to Aunt Hong in a hoarse voice.
Aunt Hong didn't say anything else. Yu Guangzhong nodded to Liang Meng, then bowed slightly to Yun Xuchen and said that they could start treating Zhenshu.
After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the backyard.
"Wait a moment."
When Aunt Hong was about to disappear in the backyard, Liang Meng suddenly called her.
Aunt Hong turned around and looked at her in confusion.
Liang Meng ran over and held Aunt Hong's hand in his palm. Aunt Hong's hand was very cold, and Liang Meng couldn't help but rub it for her.
"Hong'er, regarding Lin Yi, he has done nothing wrong to you. He..."
Liang Meng's feelings for Hong Er surpassed hers for Aunt Hong. Unconsciously, she changed the way she addressed Aunt Hong.
"I know." Hong'er interrupted Liang Meng.
"You know?"
Liang Meng looked at Hong'er in surprise. If she knew, then all these years...
Hong'er smiled slightly, and in that smile there was a kind of helplessness and compromise with the past.
"Everyone has their own frustrations. Since he chose to do that, he must have a reason for doing so."
It turns out that what Hong'er meant by "knowing" was this.
"So... don't you hate him?"
"Hate? I did."
Aunt Hong held Liang Meng's hand, shook her head and smiled at her. The wrinkles on her face showed a bit of helplessness.
"But then I thought about it carefully. What's the point of hating him? I've already lost what I should have lost. Most importantly, even though he treated me like that, I still can't curse him viciously."
"Because he is the person I truly loved."
Hong'er's tone was calm, without a trace of complaint. But Liang Meng felt very uncomfortable listening to it.
Liang Meng's throat was dry and sore, so he took a moment to calm down before speaking.
"I saw him in your dream. I wanted to teach him a lesson for you and the child, but I didn't expect... as you said, he really did have his reasons."
"Although his difficulties can't convince me that he hurt you. But there is one thing you can believe, that is, just like you, he also loved you sincerely. And... his life was no more comfortable and happy than yours."
"When I saw him, he seemed to be seriously ill. Now... I don't know if he is still alive."
As Liang Meng spoke, Aunt Hong's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rushed out of her eyes, falling onto her clothes and the ground.
Without saying anything else, Aunt Hong held Liang Meng's hand tightly, her tear-stained face full of relief. She gently patted the back of Liang Meng's hand and turned to walk into the yard.
Liang Meng watched as Aunt Hong disappeared into the house. Yun Xuchen's footsteps were heard behind him, but Liang Meng didn't turn around. He just stared at the spot where Aunt Hong disappeared.
When Yun Xuchen walked to Liang Meng, he paused, looked at Liang Meng, and moved his thin lips slightly, as if he had something to say.
But when Liang Meng turned her head away, Yun Xuchen had walked away again.
This made Liang Meng very confused.
The pillow book was rescued, but Aunt Hong never woke up again.
At Aunt Hong's request, Liang Meng used her spiritual power to erase all his memories of Aunt Hong before Zhenshu woke up.
Liang Meng was a person who was very affected by her emotions. When she was manipulating the spiritual power of the pillow book, she selfishly wanted to keep some of it.
But Yun Xuchen said, "Instead of dwelling on the pain, it is easier to let it go completely."
Liang Meng was unable to refute this, and in the end, no trace was left.
After waking up, Zhenshu had no memory of Aunt Hong, Sheli, even Liang Meng, Yun Xuchen, and the entire Zhou Yuan.
Like a newborn baby, his mind is completely blank.
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