She couldn't help but reveal a smile on her face: "Sure enough, she is still a kind girl."
Hua Chao's body stiffened, and he didn't know whether he should be angry because of her behavior.
Hua Wanqiu turned around and looked at the portrait in green with mysterious patterns, and said in a calm tone: "I am indeed not your mother. I am not as decisive as your mother, nor as miserable as your mother. I am not even sure if I am a real person."
Hua Chao quickly explained: "That's not what I meant..."
"You don't have to comfort me."
Hua Wanqiu smiled and said, "In fact, when I knew about this, I felt resentful for a long time, but when I think about it, what's the big deal? Brother Yan has always been a hero in my heart, and he has always taken good care of me. Even if this care is actually for your mother, so what? That's enough!
Miss Wu just told me.
She doesn't understand the art of painting and isn't sure if I'm a complete person.
But I actually don't care.
In fact, I am very grateful to Danqing. He gave me your mother's appearance and your mother's memories.
Although I don’t have your mother’s status, I can enjoy the happiness that your mother has never experienced.
You don't treat me as a mother.
But you were kind enough not to hate me for it.
I am already satisfied to be able to look at you from afar.
I... don't want to see you in pain."
Hua Chao felt a little depressed: "I can understand your feelings, but I also hope you can respect me. After all, you are just a thought in Luo Xiang's heart. Anyone can persuade me about this matter, but not you!"
“Maybe!”
Hua Wanqiu looked a little sad, but still smiled and said, "But Miss Wu told me that her master said that although Danqing Duhun would be affected by the blood of others, when drawing, as much impurities as possible would be extracted. No matter what the idea is, the real memory will not be tampered with."
When she spoke.
He placed his hand in Hua Chao's palm.
Hua Chao was stunned for a moment: "You, what do you mean by this?"
Hua Wanqiu smiled and said, "I shouldn't have existed in this world. This year is my favorite gift. I can't come here for nothing, so I have a gift for you before I leave."
"you……"
Hua Chao was a little confused and wanted to say something, but he found that Hua Wanqiu was already on fire.
It is clearly a body of flesh and blood, but when it burns it looks like burning paper.
The flame is very bright.
But it's not scorching.
Just a slight warmth.
There was no pain on Hua Wanqiu's face, only a kind and warm smile, as if she was looking at a young child.
In a trance, Hua Chao seemed to see his mother clearly.
When I was young.
It's this look.
The flames came and went quickly.
She didn't even have time to stop him before Hua Wanqiu disappeared before her eyes.
Only a few strands of warmth flowed into her brow.
Fragments of memories appeared in her mind out of nowhere, seeming so real.
There are many scenes in memory.
But every scene has two young people, a man and a woman.
There may not be angry horses or fine clothes, but there is the spirit of youth.
Even though she was wearing coarse linen clothes, she was still as beautiful as jade.
The day we first met was under the willow tree in spring.
The girl was lazy while washing clothes by the river. She put down the clothes mallet and played a tune on the flute. After putting away the flute, she saw the handsome scholar under the willow tree peeking at her.
Make a few jokes.
Back and forth.
The two became familiar with each other.
The scholar studied under a down-and-out nobleman. Although he was full of talent, he had nowhere to display his ambitions.
The girl liked his talent and ambition, so she secretly asked a matchmaker to persuade the scholar to propose marriage.
The scholar was very nervous.
But he still brought the only egg-laying hen in his house to propose marriage.
Although the life of the newlyweds was poor, they were very happy.
Until the locust plague that year.
The countryside was filled with starving people and many people died.
Fortunately, the young couple were in good health and managed to get through it.
From which day.
The scholar did manual labor.
Do whatever job makes money quickly.
He has become much stronger.
Also a lot of vicissitudes.
That day he gave all his savings to his wife and said that he wanted to go to the capital city of Jiangcheng to find a way out.
His wife was naturally reluctant until she heard those words from his mouth: The future is uncertain, but as long as I have a place to stand, I will protect all the suffering people in the world.
The wife hesitated for a moment.
Agreed.
She took out half of her family fortune as travel expenses and sent her husband off.
It snowed that day.
In the vast snow.
One person stopped and watched others leave.
Walk forward alone, looking back every three steps.
There is a gap in memory.
In the blink of an eye, it was several years later.
The memories after that were roughly the same as what Ying Wuji had recounted.
But there is a slight difference.
Luo Yan did not drive the mother and daughter away, but tried his best to keep them.
In the yard where the couple met each other for the last time in their lives.
The little daughter was sent to be taken care of by a neighbor.
Luo Yan was reluctant to let you go: "Qingyu is just hot-tempered, but actually she is a very kind person. As long as I persuade her for a few more days, she will definitely agree to let you stay. Wanqiu, don't leave..."
Hua Wanqiu asked: "Does she love you?"
"Probably love."
"Do you love her, then?"
"I just treat her as my wife, not..."
"Do you still remember your ideal?"
"Of course I remember!"
"Does she support your ambitions?"
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