Chapter 321 (four chapters and 18,000 words) Family
This courtyard has three entrances with white walls and gray tiles. Tall and short weeds and wild flowers grow between the bricks and tiles. The corridor was originally painted with luxurious vermilion paint, but now it is mottled with time.
Gazing into the distance from the broken eaves, there was no smoke rising from homes, nor the noise of chickens and ducks, only thick rain clouds and the sound of falling rain.
Wu Qinghua's home had a roof covered in glazed gold tiles, and its pillars were painted red lacquer annually. Located in the heart of town, besides the neighbors' constant greetings and invitations, countless people visited the gate every day. His home had never been so deserted.
But now, the deserted environment makes Wu Qinghua feel at ease.
Wu Qinghua followed Xuanyi, walking silently all the way. Xuanyi occasionally turned back and stretched out her hand to tell him what those rooms were used for, then secretly glanced at him, but didn't say much. Wu Qinghua didn't feel like guessing what she was thinking.
Now Wu Qinghua and her mother are guilty of evading the Buddha's work. They must stay away from the crowd to avoid being found by the law-enforcing Buddhist monks.
In addition to hiding herself, she also had to find the magical herbs that could cure her mother's illness. Therefore, Wu Qinghua originally planned to go to the border of Zhongqu Mountain Range and hide there, but she didn't know what happened along the way that ended up with her mother there.
Is it safe here? Are there any herbs that can help my mother?
"Here we are. This is the kitchen stove."
When Wu Qinghua came to his senses, he saw Xuan Yi trying to crawl under the woven curtain that covered half of the door. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and looked at Wu Qinghua. He picked up a corner of the curtain and walked into the kitchen with Xuan Yi.
The kitchen looked as if no one had lived in it for a long time, having only recently been tidied up. Dust accumulated around the edges. A few scattered pieces of firewood lay on the ground beside the stove, and the lid of the rice jar was open, revealing a layer of white rice that barely covered the bottom.
Next to the stove stood a low, four-legged wooden table, with three benches beside it. One bench had traces of being wiped, while the others were covered in dust. Xuanyi pointed to a covered green bowl on the table and said, "The porridge should still be hot."
Wu Qinghua looked around and didn't rush to eat the porridge. Instead, she asked calmly, "How long has it been since anyone cleaned this place?"
"Well," Xuan Yi lowered her head with her hands behind her back, her voice vague, "How many months has it been?"
Wu Qinghua looked at Xuanyi. Although he had never done household chores before, he had taken up chores since his grandfather's death. Even when his mother was seriously ill, she couldn't rest, always busying herself around. If he had lived here with his mother for a while, the house wouldn't be so dirty.
So, they've only been here a short time? Is this Xuanyi's home?
But her answer did not sound like that of the owner of the house.
It also doesn't make sense for a seven or eight-year-old girl to live here alone.
Wu Qinghua felt a dull headache again.
Seeing his body swaying, Xuanyi was immediately frightened. She picked up the green bowl on the table and held it in front of Wu Qinghua, anxiously saying, "Brother, you've been unconscious for a long time and haven't eaten. Your body can't take it. Come on and eat something."
"……Thanks."
Seeing Xuanyi's anxiety clearly evident, Wu Qinghua hesitated for a moment before finally picking up the bowl and drinking the warm porridge. It wasn't much rice, but with the addition of salt, it was better than what he'd eaten on the run.
After drinking a bowl of porridge and feeling full, Wu Qinghua felt his headache ease. Xuanyi wanted to help him sit on the bench, but he looked at the dust on the bench and couldn't sit down.
However, Xuanyi didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
Wu Qinghua hesitated, squatting down to look Xuanyi in the eye. He hesitated to organize his words, and finally said, "...I seem to have forgotten something. Can you tell me who you are and where this place is?"
"Have you forgotten?" Xuan Yi turned her head and repeated it.
"Um."
"I see."
Xuanyi lowered her head sadly. Wu Qinghua didn't know what she was sad about, but she suddenly felt like she was bullying a child.
However, for the mother's safety, it is necessary to understand everything clearly.
"My name is Xuanyi, and I live in this courtyard. This is Guhu Town."
Guhu Town, a town she had never heard of. But Ran Country was huge, and it was impossible for Wu Qinghua to know all the towns.
"So, how did my mother and I get here?"
Xuan Yi tilted her head and thought for a moment. "About a month ago, I was gathering spiritual herbs on Songyun Mountain when you were driving an ox cart that overturned on the mountain trail. The cart couldn't be pulled out, and you had nowhere else to go, so I let you stay here."
Wu Qinghua had no recollection of this memory, and even if Xuanyi had spoken it out loud, it wouldn't have felt familiar. But Wu Qinghua did remember driving an ox cart, and since he had never learned how to drive before, the cart was jolting along, nearly tipping over several times.
But this is strange. If she lives here for a month, how could she not clean the house? At least the kitchen should be cleaned so that she can cook for her mother.
Wu Qinghua was just pondering when Xuanyi suddenly said, "Brother, don't you remember how to identify the spiritual herbs for mother?"
"What do you mean by identifying spiritual herbs?" Wu Qinghua subconsciously asked. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately reacted excitedly and grabbed Xuanyi's arms with both hands. "Are you saying that there are spiritual herbs nearby that can cure mother's illness?!"
"Ouch!" Xuanyi screamed in pain, and Wu Qinghua finally reacted and let go of her hand, but her eyes were still eagerly looking at Xuanyi's tender face.
Seeing his intense reaction, Xuanyi pursed her lips slightly, but finally nodded.
"Where do spiritual herbs grow?"
"It's in the Towering Mountains, behind this town."
Wu Qinghua stood up suddenly.
"Very good!"
Originally thinking her mother's illness could no longer be cured, Wu Qinghua could only pray for a miracle. And now, a miracle is right before her eyes.
A surge of ecstasy surged in Wu Qinghua's heart. Now he could ignore all the irrationalities. He wanted to rush out of the house to pick the magical herbs, but as soon as he opened the curtains, the sound of rain outside sobered him up.
Wu Qinghua had never learned how to identify medicinal properties, and was even less familiar with the place called Songyun Mountain.
From Xuan Yi's words, it can be judged that she has some understanding of the medicinal properties. She once collected spiritual herbs in Songyun Mountain, and in the memory that Wu Qinghua lost, she also taught him how to identify the medicinal properties.
So, that's why I chose to stay here and let Xuanyi call her mother mother and him brother?
In order to be able to treat her mother, they took advantage of the girl and made her dependent on them for family affection.
Wu Qinghua lowered the door curtain and turned to look at Xuanyi, who was clearing away the dishes. A flicker of guilt crossed his mind, but it was quickly replaced by worry about his mother's illness.
"Let me do it."
Wu Qinghua walked over, took the bowl from Xuanyi's hand and put it into the pot, preparing to scoop water to start washing, but when he picked up the spoon, he found that there was a layer of algae in the water tank.
Helplessly putting down the watering can, Wu Qinghua, with a slight headache, deliberately gave Xuanyi a gentle smile.
"Looks like I need to do a big cleanup of the house."
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Wu Qinghua and Xuanyi cleaned the place from the kitchen to the backyard and then to the front yard. He couldn't help but swing the broom wherever he could see.
While cleaning their mother's room, she insisted on getting up to help them, and the two of them worked together to persuade her to rest. Wu Qinghua slipped out and breathed a sigh of relief with Xuanyi.
After cleaning from day to night, the entire yard was only partially cleaned. Wu Qinghua boiled the last of the rice into porridge, chopped up the last bit of dried meat she found on the kitchen counter and added it to the porridge. She divided it into three portions and brought them to her mother's room, hoping that the three of them would gather together to eat.
But Xuanyi held the bowl of porridge, looked around at Wu Qinghua and Wu Jiangnu, and said obediently: "The porridge is too hot, I want to eat in the corridor to get some fresh air." Then she turned and ran out of the house, and considerately closed the door.
Watching her back disappearing through the crack in the door, Wu Qinghua couldn't help but stroke the warm bowl.
"Did you have a fight?" Mother leaned on the bed, looking at Wu Qinghua with gentle and smiling eyes.
An oil lamp was lit in the room, and the warm orange light fell on her pale face. She also had the fragrance of incense and powder on her body. Rubbing flowers seemed to feel as if her mother was not seriously ill yet, and everything was at its best.
He paused, picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip before saying, "No." He didn't want his mother to continue asking questions and changed the subject, "How are you feeling?"
Mother still smiled, her voice very gentle: "After taking the herbs that Xuanyi and you collected together, I feel much better. You don't have to force yourself too much."
She raised her hand and gently waved at Wu Qinghua. Wu Qinghua leaned over, and her mother gently stroked his cuffs, gesturing with her fingers: "The sleeves are a little shorter. After all, you are thirteen this year. I made this last year."
"It's okay. The short length is just right for work. You don't have to think too much about it now."
The mother shook her head, her smile gradually fading. She whispered, "You're growing so fast. If I don't make you new clothes, I don't know how many years you can wear the clothes I make."
"Mother!" Such unlucky words made Wu Qinghua's heart tighten, and his mother let go of his sleeve apologetically.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
Mother and son said nothing more. Wu Qinghua quietly finished her porridge and realized her mother hadn't taken a single bite. She regretted her harsh words, but the porridge was already cold.
"Mother, let me heat up the porridge for you."
"No, cough cough." Mother covered her mouth with her hand, a layer of fatigue on her face. "I don't have much of an appetite. I'm going to bed today."
Seeing her mother's exhausted appearance, Wu Qinghua had no choice but to help her lie down. She tucked in the corners of the quilt, blew out the oil lamp, and then brought out the cold porridge and rice, preparing to return it to the kitchen to heat up before serving it to her mother tomorrow.
The rain continued to fall, the chilly night wind occasionally whirling a shower of rain into the corridor, where puddles of water formed on the floor. Carefully skirting the puddles, Wu Qinghua reached the kitchen door, absentmindedly thinking as she lifted the curtain and saw Xuanyi, huddled up beside the stove, asleep.
She was alone, huddled in the corner between the dark stove and the wall. There was no light in the kitchen, and the room was dark and damp, in stark contrast to the warm and bright light in her mother's room just now.
The cold wind that blew in when the door curtain was opened hit Xuanyi, and her body trembled slightly. Wu Qinghua hurriedly lowered the door curtain, but she had already been woken up by the cold.
"Um, brother, that, Wu..."
"It's okay, just call me brother."
Xuanyi had just woken up and was still half asleep. She sat on the ground and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand: "Yeah, brother."
"Why don't you go to your room and sleep?"
Wu Qinghua placed the porridge next to the stove, then bent down and offered Xuanyi her hand, taking it and pulling her up. The child, having stayed up late at this time, could no longer open her eyes and yawned drowsily.
"Because I sleep in the same room with my mother."
In other words, she deliberately gave up the room for the mother and son to talk. Xuanyi lived in the same room with her mother, which also indirectly confirmed her mother's love for her.
"Then go to bed quickly. Mother is already asleep. Please be gentle."
"Well, good night, brother." Xuanyi responded with squinted eyes as if sleepwalking, and her footsteps floated towards the kitchen door.
"By the way," Wu Qinghua suddenly felt an impulse to call her. When Xuanyi turned around, he didn't know what to say. He paused before saying, "If it doesn't rain tomorrow, can you take me up the mountain?"
"Okay." Xuanyi agreed without hesitation, and her body swayed as she was about to crawl through the door curtain and step into the puddle at the door.
Wu Qinghua finally couldn't help herself and stepped forward to hold Xuanyi's shoulders, saying helplessly: "I'll take you back to the room."
"……Um."
Even the reply was slow. Wu Qinghua looked down and saw that the child's eyes were indeed closed. He clumsily picked up Xuanyi by the waist, draping her over his shoulder like a ceremonial drum, carefully avoiding puddles as he walked toward his mother's room.
Actually, Wu Qinghua has no brothers or sisters. It is said that he had a younger sister when he was young, but she died of illness before he could remember anything.
He has the same disease as his mother, called Shuxing. It’s a beautiful name, but behind it lies the despair of countless patients’ families.
Star-counting disease manifests in the brain, where long, pale yellow lines appear. These lines penetrate the skin, revealing a round yellow dot at one end, like a star dotted on the face. When the number of stars reaches ninety-nine, the person's brain becomes hollow and they die.
Grandfather once said sadly that the doctor who came to see my mother said that there was a disease called "Shuxing" in her blood. Not only was she likely to develop the disease, but her children would also be susceptible to it. Wu Qinghua was lucky not to have fallen ill.
After her sister died, her relatives knew she had died of a severe disease and were afraid to come to her home for fear of being infected. Wu Qinghua then cut off contact with her relatives.
And because of the special nature of his family's flower supply, Wu Qinghua has never made any friends. In his life, he only had three relatives: his grandfather, his father, and his mother, and now he only has one left.
If she cannot catch this last relative, Wu Qinghua will have nothing in her hands.
And what about Xuanyi? She lived alone in the huge courtyard, seemingly without anyone to keep her company. Perhaps something had happened at home, allowing Wu Qinghua and the others to take advantage of the situation.
Treat Rutabaga and his mother as his new family and treat them wholeheartedly.
"I'm sorry," Wu Qinghua said silently to Xuanyi. He quietly escorted Xuanyi to her mother's room and closed the door. He found a clean room and slept there, welcoming the next day.
After heating up the porridge for her mother early in the morning, Wu Qinghua walked out of the yard with an empty stomach and Xuanyi, who had also not eaten, each carrying a woven bamboo basket.
As soon as he left the hospital, Wu Qinghua looked around curiously. The architectural style here was very different from the town he'd lived in before, with gray bricks and tiles everywhere. He hadn't expected that even the Ran Kingdom, known for its golden carpets, had such a place.
The courtyard was deep in the alleys, and Wu Qinghua followed Xuanyi through the twists and turns, trying hard to remember the way along the way. But he soon lost his way, because every alley looked exactly the same, and the thick dark clouds in the sky made it impossible for him to determine the direction based on the sun.
Fortunately, Xuanyi still remembered the way. After walking for about an incense stick of time, they finally got out of the alley and arrived at the central street.
Seeing the wide street, Rutabaga subconsciously lowered his head and tried to hide his face with his long hair to avoid being recognized by people who had seen the wanted poster. But after a while, he realized that there was no one on the street.
Whether it is the grand teahouses or the small and exquisite noodle shops on both sides of the road, they are all closed. The thick dust on the door panels makes it impossible to see what the original shops looked like.
The same was true everywhere along the way, from the shops in the central area to the residential buildings on the outskirts of town. Not only was there no one around, not even a single wild animal or bird was to be seen; the entire town felt dead and silent.
This is a deserted town.
Wu Qinghua subconsciously relaxed and was finally able to walk on the street with her back straight.
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"This is Songyun Mountain. There are twelve of them in total. Many spiritual herbs grow there, including almost all low-level spiritual herbs. However, there are still some monsters active there, so be careful when collecting spiritual herbs."
Xuanyi took Wu Qinghua up the mountain while introducing her with a serious face. When she spoke like this, she hardly looked like a child.
Could it be that Xuanyi's family originally had alchemists who made a living by refining medicine? The thought flashed through Wu Qinghua's mind, but rather than guessing Xuanyi's life experience, he was more concerned about understanding the elixir used to treat his mother, and quickly immersed himself in Xuanyi's words.
"...They grow on the edge of cliffs. There are a lot of them, but collecting them is dangerous because the soil is loose. It's best to use a branch as a hook to hook them over, like this..."
"Hush, keep your voice down. There's a monster nearby. Look, there are footprints on the ground..."
"That's a flour fruit, you can grind it up and make flour cakes..."
If they hadn't had to get back home before dusk, Xuanyi could have taken Wu Qinghua all over the mountain. She was very knowledgeable, and Wu Qinghua benefited greatly just by listening to her.
They collected some spiritual herbs, as well as a large amount of flour fruits, edible leaves, and burnt firewood, and returned home with a full load.
As they descended the mountain, dark clouds gathered and a drizzle began to fall. Xuanyi expertly found a clump of broad-leaved Schima superba and grasped the stems with both hands, attempting to tear them apart. Wu Qinghua reached out and broke off a leaf, putting it in her backpack and then breaking off another leaf for herself.
"Thank you, brother." The magnolia leaves were wide enough for Xuanyi, and when they were placed in her backpack, they looked like a green umbrella. She tilted her head back and smiled sweetly, her attitude more intimate than yesterday.
Wu Qinghua, who was barely covering his upper body with the leaves of the wood magnolia, couldn't help but smile at this smile. He suddenly joked, "You are like the white deer that lives in the mountains in the legend. You don't look tired at all when you jump around in the mountains."
This joke seemed to break the barrier between the two of them, and they started chatting as they walked back.
"Hey, it's because my brother is not used to climbing mountains and keeps stepping into holes."
"There's so much dead grass on top, it looks like solid ground. How did you know there was a pit underneath?"
"You can tell at a glance."
"So how do you identify it?"
The rain was getting heavier, and I had to get closer to hear the other person. I quickly walked around the alley and returned to the courtyard gate. Suddenly, in the dim rain, I saw a small, warm orange light.
"Mother?" Wu Qinghua and Xuanyi said in unison. They quickly stepped into the yard and saw their mother leaning against the eaves of the front yard with a lamp, anxiously looking towards the gate.
As soon as she saw them, her mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and, for once, she toughened up: "You're finally back. Don't say anything. Look at you, you're soaked. Go change your clothes and get under the covers."
"Mom, you got wet too." Wu Qinghua anxiously supported her mother, but she pushed her towards the middle courtyard. Only after she changed her clothes according to her mother's wishes, wrapped herself in a quilt, and drank a bowl of hot water did her mother finally feel relieved.
Wu Qinghua was fidgeting: "Mother, you haven't eaten yet, right? And I picked the herbs, but Xuanyi hasn't taught me how to make them yet..."
After much persuasion, the mother finally relented: "Okay, but don't tire yourselves too much. Take the oil lamp to the kitchen and light it."
Wu Qinghua and Xuanyi readily agreed and finally made their way into the kitchen. Xuanyi taught Wu Qinghua how to make the medicine, and the two of them busied themselves gathering the ingredients. It wasn't until late at night that they finally made the first bowl of medicine and brought it to their mother's room.
The mother, who was taking off her hair accessories, urged with a slightly tired look on her face: "Alright, go to bed now. I'll take the medicine when it's warm. Go and rest."
No matter how hard Wu Qinghua tried to persuade his mother to drink the medicine, his mother kept urging him to go back and rest. In the end, Wu Qinghua could not resist his mother's love.
Subconsciously, she winked at Xuanyi, who patted her chest to indicate that she would take care of it. Wu Qinghua finally returned to her room to rest. Having barely slept all night, she hurried off to visit her mother the next morning.
"Ah Qing, why are you so anxious?"
The room was filled with a mixture of the sweet scent of powder and medicine. My mother seemed to have woken up earlier than Turnip Flower, and she leaned against the wall and looked over in surprise.
Seeing a hint of redness appearing on her mother's face, Wu Qinghua immediately came forward eagerly and counted the yellow spots on her mother's face countless times.
There had originally been eighty stars dotting her face, but now there were only seventy-nine.
Wu Qinghua counted carefully eight or nine times, and finally stood there in a daze, tears suddenly falling.
He had fantasized about curing his mother countless times, but he could not come up with a solution on his own. He could only watch his mother become increasingly haggard, like a flower that will inevitably fall after the season has passed.
And now, my mother's illness can be cured.
The turnip flower is saved.
“Hmm…”
The quilt beside the mother suddenly arched. She smiled slightly and patted the quilt with her hands, and a messy head popped out from under the quilt.
Wu Qinghua looked at Xuanyi's face as she just woke up, and tears of gratitude mixed with guilt flowed down her face, which scared Xuanyi.
"What's wrong?"
"...Nothing, thank you." Ruqinghua wiped away her tears, picked up the empty medicine bowl on the table, and turned around with brisk steps, "I'll make breakfast."
Wu Jiangnu and Xuanyi looked at each other in bewilderment. Xuanyi had just emerged from bed, changed her clothes, when Wu Qinghua brought in some noodle cakes soaked in hot soup and some cut fruit. He was unusually excited: "Hurry up and eat! The spiritual herbs we picked yesterday are all cooked. Let's go up the mountain to collect some more today!"
The hot soup exuded an aroma, the fruit cakes were perfectly kneaded, and the fresh fruit was juicy and delicious. But Wu Jiangnu and Xuanyi were both stunned when they looked at the plates.
Wu Jiangnu looked at the soup bowl and fruit, leaned back slightly and said with a smile: "You eat first, Xuanyi and I haven't washed up yet."
Xuan Yi, who was frowning on the side, immediately responded: "Yes, brother, you have been busy early in the morning, so hurry up and eat. I will go to the kitchen to get something to eat after I wash up." After that, he slipped away.
Wu Qinghua looked at the two of them, smiled silently and ate breakfast, as if she didn't notice anything.
The days passed quickly, and Wu Qinghua felt he had adapted to this life. He would hike up the mountain with Xuanyi during the day, and in the evening, his mother would wait for them with a lantern. In the evening, the three of them would gather together to chat, their simple lives filled with immense happiness.
To him, family is everything.
So, even if he noticed that Xuanyi and his mother never ate in front of him, always made excuses and never took medicine in front of him, Wu Qinghua could pretend that he didn't know.
As long as I can maintain this kind of life, it will be fine.
Until one night.
Wu Qinghua suddenly woke up from his sleep, breaking out in a cold sweat. He dreamed of his mother, and although he couldn't remember the details of what happened, he knew it was a nightmare.
As if it was a premonition, Wu Qinghua couldn't help but get out of bed and open the door to make sure her mother was safe before she could feel at ease.
Outside, the wind and rain were raging, as was always the case in this town, but today, the wind and rain were particularly strong.
She quickened her pace and walked through the corridor. Just as she turned the corner, Wu Qinghua suddenly saw several pieces of light and shadow cast obliquely on the ground in the corridor.
The light and shadow were projected from a room, which was my mother's room. Why did my mother light the lamp so late at night?
Wu Qinghua stared at the shadow on the ground. There was a figure swaying in it. Her lines were stretched very long, and her shadows cut the bright light into pieces back and forth.
Should he go and see it, or go back to his room?
If I go to see it, will this kind of life end?
However, no matter what Wu Qinghua thought, his feet involuntarily floated to the window, and the sound of rain and wind concealed his footsteps.
Take a look.
The voice in her heart rang out, and Wu Qinghua gently poked a hole in the paper window with her fingers and looked through the hole.
He saw Xuan Yi kneeling beside the bed and a corpse.
The body was half-rotten, barely retaining a human appearance, and was wearing his mother's clothes.
The corpse is the mother.
Wu Qinghua held his breath and stared at the corpse almost blankly. He felt a shudder running from the soles of his feet to his heart, and he didn't even have the courage to think that this was real.
Just as he was stunned, Xuan Yi moved.
In one hand she held a painting tray piled with powder, and in the other hand she held a brush, which she was applying powder to the corpse's purple-black skin, turning it into snow-white.
Wu Qinghua actually knew what Xuanyi was doing.
That was his old job.
His mother had actually died of illness long before, long before, during their escape. One day, when he didn't hear his mother's voice, he knew she was dead.
But he never turned back to look inside the cart. He drove the ox cart northwards towards the Zhongqu Mountains, because there were many magical herbs in the Zhongqu Mountains, and he was sure to find the right herb to cure his mother's star disease.
His mother was still alive. Wu Qinghua was so convinced that he would still bring food every day, put half of it in the ox cart, and share what he saw and heard with his mother every day, even though she would never say to him in that gentle voice that it was very interesting.
Even if there was a foul smell coming from the ox cart, Rutabaga pretended not to smell it.
However, he still learned about his mother's death.
Wu Qinghua was not very good at driving an ox cart. Half of the cart got stuck in the mud in a valley. The ox was frightened and pulled the cart to the side. His mother's body rolled out of the cart and fell to the ground.
Her beautiful face had rotted into a bloody purple-black, and her warm hands were cold, revealing pale finger bones. She fell to the ground without a sound, and no matter how Turnip Flower called out, she could not wake up.
Mother is dead.
Wu Qinghua collapsed, but then the words of Mahadeva Buddha echoed in his heart.
"The Great Self-Liberation said: All things can be returned to themselves, and they can be obtained by their own methods."
Since everything in this world can be reversed, why can't my mother come back to life?
On this day, Wu Qinghua attained enlightenment in the mud and in front of his mother's body. He twisted his mother's body and "resurrected" her.
Even though the body was still rotting, even though she could only act according to the memory of her mother, it didn't matter. Her mother was still alive, still alive, and still by Rutabaga's side.
Turnip Flower will find medicine to cure the star disease and live happily with her mother.
His mother would sometimes complain to him that she hadn't washed or dressed during her travels, and Rubbing Flower would pay attention to everything along the way. In spring, he would gather fresh peach blossoms and mix them with finely ground white stones to restore his mother's radiance. In summer, he would wash her clothes in the stream and sew them with fresh green leaves. In autumn, he would gather fallen leaves and make a red crown to complement her long, black hair. In winter, he would hunt fox fur and wrap it around his mother's neck.
Yes, his mother was still alive. How could he forget her? He shouldn't have forgotten her.
Wu Qinghua silently watched Xuan Yi carefully make his mother look beautiful again, and her hand restored his mother's face better than his own.
When Wu Qinghua forgot her mother was still alive and forgot to dress her up, it was Xuanyi who had been doing this, silently and carefully. She was not like those people who made a fuss and thought her mother was dirty, nor did she think Wu Qinghua was crazy.
Just like turnip flowers, treat your mother gently.
Wu Qinghua stood there until the rain stopped, until Xuanyi had redressed her mother's clothes, and until she blew out the oil lamp and went to sleep. Only then did he turn around and go back to his room.
Wu Qinghua sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands.
Covering the corners of his smiling lips.
From today on, he has another relative, he has a younger sister named Xuanyi.
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