Chapter 421: Loving Mother and Filial Son
[These two chapters are best listened to with "Daylily". The author is crazy, and the main theme is a story about killing people without compensation.]
At dawn the next day.
Summer days always get bright very early.
When Ning Wanshuang opened her eyes, she saw that the sky outside the window had changed from the inky black night to the misty morning blue.
She had taken a nap on the small table in front of the couch. When she woke up, her neck was very sore.
But she didn't care about her own discomfort.
The first moment he opened his eyes, he cast a gentle gaze on Cheng Huan.
Cheng Huan's shingles worsened severely. In just one month, there was almost no smooth skin on his body.
When the skin is extremely dry, even a slight turning over of the child can cause a long and deep crack in the hard, shriveled skin.
In order to let Cheng Huan have a good sleep,
These days, Ning Wanshuang took care of the child day and night by his bedside, applying moisturizer on his body almost every hour to relieve his discomfort.
At this moment, she gently applied the ointment to Cheng Huan again.
Then he tiptoed out of the room and went into the small kitchen to start working.
I don't know how long it took,
When Cheng Huan finally opened his eyes from his hazy sleep,
Just then he saw Ning Wanshuang sitting next to him, smiling and saying to him:
"Happy birthday, son."
Ning Wanshuang carefully helped him up.
Cheng Huan saw that on the small table in front of the couch, which was originally filled with medicine jars, there was now only a bowl of steaming longevity noodles left.
On top, there is a white and tender poached egg.
Cheng Huan raised a weak smile and asked Ning Wan Shuang,
"Mother, is that a runny egg?"
Cheng Huan has never eaten runny eggs.
His illness prevented him from eating raw, cold or irritating food, so he only saw Jinyue and Ruoxin eat it.
When you take a bite, the golden egg liquid flows out, which is very mouth-watering.
He had begged Ning Wanshuang to let him have a taste.
But every time, Ning Wanshuang sternly rejected him.
But today, Ning Wanshuang smiled and nodded at him.
"Of course."
As he spoke, he stirred the bottom of the bowl with chopsticks and fished out the scallops and peeled tiger prawns hidden inside.
"And you, little greedy cat, always clamoring to try some seafood. In the past, mother didn't allow you to eat it, but today is your birthday, so mother will make an exception and allow you this once."
There were sparkling stars of joy in Chenghuan's eyes, and he thanked his mother several times.
He couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and start eating.
But after eating just two bites, the psoriasis on his body cracked again, and the child couldn't help frowning in pain.
Ning Wanshuang panicked and immediately brought the bowl over.
She supported Cheng Huan and let him lean against the bed comfortably. She used ointment to treat his new wound before picking up the bowl and chopsticks again and said to him very gently:
"My dear son, let me feed you."
She carefully picked up a small spoonful of willow noodles and rolled them into a small ball with the tip of the chopsticks.
After cooling it down, he put it into Chenghuan's mouth.
Cheng Huan was like a greedy little cat, wolfing down the food.
"It's delicious! Thank you, mother~"
But just such a simple chewing action was enough to create new lines on Cheng Huan's cheeks and jaw.
The blood color that overflowed from the crisscrossing gullies was as bright as the finest red colored glaze.
They reflected faint light, splashing into Ning Wanshuang's eyes, dyeing her eye sockets red inch by inch.
She whispered to the child in a very low voice,
"Son, I'm sorry..."
Cheng Huan seemed not to have heard clearly what she said.
I just saw the crystal tears flowing out of her eyes, and I became a little anxious.
"Why is mother crying?"
He quickly reached out to wipe away Ning Wanshuang's tears.
The cracked skin on his fingertips was like a rough thorn, piercing into the softest part of Ning Wanshuang's heart.
Tears are pouring out.
Cheng Huan became more and more anxious and said, "Don't cry, mother. Is it because my son did something wrong that made me sad?"
Ning Wanshuang's chest felt like it was blocked by a rock.
She didn't dare to answer, fearing that she would burst into tears if she opened her mouth.
So I could only hold it in, choking and shaking my head.
However, Cheng Huan's tone was filled with self-blame.
"It's my son's fault. Mother has always taught me that a gentleman should be open and aboveboard and do things in an upright manner. But... I lied to you."
He lowered his head, intentionally avoiding Ning Wanshuang's gaze.
But what caught my eye was a Ruyi knot bracelet worn on her wrist.
Ning Wanshuang spent several nights weaving this for him.
Ning Wanshuang is not good at handicrafts, and even Jin Yue doesn’t have such a thoughtful thing, so he is the only one.
At this moment, Cheng Huan gently stroked the bracelet and said in a very weak, apologetic voice:
"Third brother, I killed him. And eldest sister...I also killed her..."
After he finished speaking, he suppressed the sadness in his heart, sobbing and wiping his tears stubbornly.
These words fell into Ning Wanshuang's ears.
But it is enough to withstand the shock of thunder.
In fact, she already knew what Cheng Huan had done without telling her.
As a mother, her son is under her eyes every day. Others cannot see through his every move, but how can his thoughts escape her eyes?
So what surprised her now was not that Cheng Huan had done anything wrong,
But...
He actually admitted it to her himself.
Before Ning Wanshuang came to her senses, Cheng Huan had already wiped away his tears, looked up at Ning Wanshuang, and smiled with a complicated look.
"In fact, mother, you should have known about this a long time ago, right?"
Cheng Huan was frank, and Ning Wan Shuang didn't want to hide anything from the child anymore.
Likewise, she also wanted to clarify the doubts that lingered in her mind.
So she gently stroked the child's hair, nodded, and asked in the gentlest tone possible:
"But mother doesn't understand, why did you do this? Was it because Cheng Jing beat and humiliated you? But why did you want to harm Cheng Yu?
Mother knows that you didn’t intend to harm Jinghe and my elder sister, and this was all just a coincidence. But Chengyu…he just returned to the palace and knows the etiquette, so he should have never hurt you…”
Cheng Huan's eyes were red, and he pursed his lips and shook his head.
"No, I asked my third brother to drill the iron ball. I knew it would kill him, but I didn't do it entirely because he beat and scolded me and humiliated me. What I hate most is that he said that my father killed my mother's relatives. My father hates my mother and me..."
At this point, Cheng Huan's emotions suddenly became excited.
He clenched his fists in pain, banged hard on the edge of the bed, and gnashed his teeth:
"I won't allow anyone to talk about my mother like that!"
This punch was quite powerful.
The skin on the entire right finger joints was almost cracked, leaving countless fine and dense wounds.
Ning Wanshuang held Cheng Huan's hand distressedly, shaking her head with tears in her eyes.
"Silly child, is it worth it for you to do such a wrong thing for your mother?"
"It's worth it." Cheng Huan nodded vigorously, looking at Ning Wan Shuang with burning eyes, and said word by word:
"Even though I know that my mother...is not my biological mother."
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