"Girl, come here," Zhong Mingwei interrupted Mei Ya's words. He met Mei Ya's dark eyes and said, "Help me up, I will kowtow to our parents."
"Okay..." Mei Ya didn't say anything else. She went over and helped Zhong Mingwei up, and slowly moved to the altar. Mei Ya held Zhong Mingwei's arm from the front. She helped him kneel down little by little, and then Mei Ya also knelt beside him. The cold muddy water soaked Mei Ya's velvet pants. Mei Ya looked at the piece of dirty snow in front of her, and somehow her nose suddenly felt sore. Then a big hand held her cold hand. Mei Ya sniffed hard, and then faced the simple altar, and whispered. "Mom and Dad. This is Mingwei. He is my man, and he is very good to me..."
Meiya couldn't continue. She tried hard not to cry, but her tears just wouldn't stop falling. Her thin body twitched violently as her tears fell into the dirty snow. She wasn't actually sad. She had no memory of her parents, and she had never thought about what kind of life she would live if they were still alive. She would never fantasize about that. If possible, the living environment she grew up in determined that she would not be a person who fantasized. She was more pragmatic than anyone else and knew what to do and when to do it. So when she was in the laundry department, she washed the best clothes. Later, in the Yanxi Palace, she got up earlier than anyone else every day. She knew what was most important to her.
As for her parents, she might have looked forward to them when she was a child, but as she grew up, they gradually faded out of her life. She never felt that her parents meant anything to her. Yes, her parents had never participated in her life. Everything she had depended on her own hands. Her parents were strange and distant existences to her.
But today, she still couldn't help wanting to cry. She was so happy now, and her life with Zhong Mingwei was sweeter than honey. She wanted so badly to share this sweetness and happiness with others. Then she realized that she missed her parents whom she had never met so much. She wanted to let them know that she was living a good life, and thank them for giving her life, which made it possible for her and Zhong Mingwei to be together in this life.
She really missed them.
"Father and mother, I am Mingwei," Zhong Mingwei said solemnly word by word as he threw paper money into the brazier, "If you are still alive, please watch how I treat Meiya in this life." At this point, he reached out to stop Meiya from sobbing, and said softly, "Come on, girl, let's kowtow to father and mother."
The two of them kowtowed three times in front of the simple altar. Zhong Mingwei took out a handkerchief and handed it to Meiya, but Meiya did not take it. Instead, she kowtowed three more times. When Zhong Mingwei was wondering, he heard Meiya whispered, "Miss Duan, I'm sorry."
Yes, she felt really sorry for Miss Duan. She used someone else's name, took someone else's man, and lived a good life that did not belong to her.
Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's forehead which was covered with dirty snow, and threw a few more pieces of paper money into the brazier.
Duan Rulan, thank you.
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April 8th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
When Pang Yi and Gu Changlin rushed back, it was already dark. Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya had already gone to bed. Hearing the noise outside, Mei Ya hurriedly opened the window and looked out. She saw torches flashing outside, and then there were knocks on the door.
"It should be Pang Yi and the others who are back." Mei Ya lit the candle on the kang and got off the kang with her clothes on. Seeing Zhong Mingwei was about to go out, Mei Ya hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't go out. It's cold outside and the ground is slippery. I'll go check it out. If there's anything, we can talk tomorrow."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei nodded, took the lampshade and put it on the candlestick, handed it to Mei Ya, and said, "You too, go and come back quickly, don't catch a cold."
"Okay." Mei Ya went out busying herself carrying the candlestick.
"Who is it?" Mei Ya asked as she looked outside.
"Madam, we are back." Pang Yi's voice came from outside.
"It's you!" Meiya was overjoyed. She ran to the front door and unbolted it. Cold wind rushed in. Meiya hurriedly pulled her cotton robe together and opened the door, saying to the people outside, "Come in quickly, don't freeze."
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