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Xiao Menghua had a dream all night.
The dream was full of the dead old woman and the unfaithful Wang Dazhu.
She rubbed her head.
"Xiao Cui, go to the bookstore and see when the next page will be available."
"I understand, Miss."
Xiao Cui glanced at her young lady, wondering if the story was really so interesting. She had been mumbling about it all night.
Qingyun Bookstore is even more popular today, with people coming to ask about the second half of the story.
Pei Wen has a headache. It hurt when there were no customers, and it hurts even more now that there are customers.
"Everyone, please listen to me. The second half of the story will be posted in two days. I didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic. It's our fault for not being well prepared. Please forgive us!"
Pei Wen felt guilty when he said this. Actually, the story had already been printed, but the master did not allow him to send it out in advance and had to send it out the day after tomorrow, so he had no choice but to obey.
But looking at the flow of people, I'm afraid we'll have to print more.
When Xiao Menghua heard the news from Xiao Cui, he was... very angry. Who knew that the story would end halfway through? It was such a heart-wrenching feeling.
After two days of sadness, the release day finally arrived. Xiao Cui went to queue up before dawn, but she was still too late and the queue had already reached the end of the street.
When Xiao Cui walked back with the leaflet in her hand, she was so happy that she almost cried.
"Miss, the book is here!"
Xiao Menghua snatched it away and sat on a chair to read it.
I held a grand funeral for her. I wanted to show my first wife's family that I was no longer the poor boy they looked down upon. I could give their daughter the best, even the most luxurious funeral.
Even though I gave her the best, I still dreamed that she was crying to me, crying out in tears: "Brother Zhuzi!"
I was awakened by this dream. I was gasping in the darkness and my whole body was cold. When I turned around, I saw my young and beautiful concubine looking at me tenderly and affectionately. Only then did I gradually recover from the nightmare.
When people die, they die. There is nothing to be afraid of. The living are the most important. I comforted myself and continued to live every day extravagantly.
It was not until my favorite concubine and the housekeeper colluded with each other to cheat me out of all my money and empty my family's assets that I woke up from my dream.
It turned out that my wife's calls were to wake me up. She wanted to wake me up from my eyes which were blinded by the illusion.
I lay in bed, the past scenes made me feel so painful and regretful that I couldn't help but shout:
"Hui Niang, Hui Niang, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was so wrong!"
My son and daughter-in-law heard me crying and ran over.
Looking at my son's resentful but helpless look, I knew I was extremely wrong.
"Son, it's daddy's fault, it's all daddy's fault!"
The son shed tears and said:
"Dad, you should take care of yourself first. Fortunately, Mom left some food for Xiniang, so we won't starve to death!"
My heart ached so much that I couldn't stop twitching, as if I saw Hui Niang in the void: "Hui Niang, Hui Niang, I'm so sorry. I treated you like this, and you still thought about me like this. I feel so guilty about you!"
I saw Hui Niang in the void, just like when she was young, smiling at me and saying, "Brother Zhuzi, you are finally back!"
I cried all night.
In my dream, I dreamed of the time when Hui Niang and I just got married.
We were very poor at that time, and I had to go out to work early every morning. She would get up early and make my favorite cookies for me.
I still remember how gentle and quiet she looked when she carefully wrapped the pancakes.
She would always see me off with a look of reluctance on her face, and even if I had walked a long way, she would still stand at the door and look at me.
She thought I didn't know, but in fact I knew everything. It was her love for me that supported me to achieve success later.
It’s just that wealth and fame are dazzling and will eventually hurt the heart of the lover.
Fortunately, I have finally come to my senses now, but Hui Niang is gone after all!
The days passed in a daze.
I blame myself and suffer every day.
Today I dreamed of Hui Niang again. In the dream, she held my hand and asked me to learn how to make pancakes with her.
I declined saying that I was clumsy, and she said she would teach me well. I couldn't refuse, so I had to nod.
She taught me step by step very carefully. After seeing that I finally made the same pancake as hers, she said happily:
"Brother Zhuzi, I'm leaving. Just think of this as my last wish for you!"
After saying this, the dream ended.
I lay in bed for a moment, then got up in a daze and went to the kitchen, following the steps in the dream step by step to make the same pancakes as in the dream.
I looked at the finished pancake and burst into tears.
The son heard the crying and rushed over, saying angrily: "Dad, what are you doing again?"
I ignored my son's impatience, took the freshly made pancake, tremblingly handed it to him, and urged: "Do you want to try it? Is it the same as your mother's?"
I looked at him expectantly.
He looked at me puzzledly, took a small bite, then a big bite, and finally finished the whole thing.
"Dad, it's the same as what Mom made! It's the same as what Mom made! How did you make this cake?"
I told my daughter-in-law about my dream yesterday, and she burst into tears. She cried and said, "It's because my mother-in-law can't let go of my father-in-law. Why don't we make these cakes and sell them? We can make money and remember her at the same time!"
This sentence woke me up, and with the support of my whole family, I started making cakes.
I pushed the freshly baked cakes along the street and sold them. Maybe the customers felt sorry for me, or maybe the aroma of the cakes attracted their attention.
I was stopped by a woman who bought one.
After eating, the woman praised: "This pancake is delicious, give me ten more."
I wrapped the pancake and handed it over. The woman paid, walked a few steps, and then turned back to ask me:
"Uncle, this pancake is so delicious, what's its name? I can find you next time."
Yes, it turns out I haven’t given this cake a name yet.
If Hui Niang were still alive, she would probably have become an old woman with gray hair like me.
I said to the woman, "It's called wife cake."
The woman was stunned. She didn't expect it to be called this. She laughed and said, "Wife Cake, why is it called this? It's really strange."
I looked at the cakes in the basket and said, "You can also call them wife cakes, because this cake was passed down to me by my deceased wife."
I raised my dry hands and said to the woman with a smile, "If she were still here, we would be old man and old woman! That's why I call it Wife Cake. This cake represents my longing for her."
The woman never expected that a small pancake would have such a touching story.
Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was choked: "Wife cake is still the best!"
As the days passed, the wife cakes I sold at my stall became more and more popular.
Soon I became a famous pancake seller in town.
The previous concubine and housekeeper squandered the family fortune quickly.
I bought back my old house. Whenever I see the sycamore tree in the yard, I think of the poem I once read.
The half-dead Wutong tree is old and sick,
Every thought of the deep spring makes me sad.
Hand in hand with the child, I return home at night.
The moon is cold and the room is empty.
I moved back into my former wife's house, kept myself clean, and reflected on myself three times a day.
A long time passed, so long that I needed someone to support me, but I still insisted on making cakes every day.
Because this is my eternal confession and longing for Hui Niang.
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