Liangwang Mansion

There were two old figures outside the door of a house on the hillside, sighing and their faces were filled with sorrow.

Chen Yue's father leaned on the door beam in a daze, without saying a word, and his eyes felt a little sad.

Ma Ling'er's father walked back and forth anxiously at the door, constantly looking up at the door of the mansion, and muttering from time to time: "Why haven't you come yet?"

On the bed in the room was Chen Yue's old mother, and Ma Ling'er was holding her youngest son aside.

Mrs. Chen is seriously ill.

Since the beginning of the epidemic, the elderly went to the front line of epidemic prevention and took a group of elderly people from Liangzhou to treat those refugees from the Central Plains and local injuries.

Deliver supplies, fine gauze, pick herbs, cook, and do as much as possible.

In the words of Mrs. Chen, "The people in the world are all family, and I can't watch these homeless refugees die of illness as soon as they enter Liangzhou."

It was fine at the beginning, but everyone could hold on, but the more patients they got, there were more and more. Even the young and strong guys couldn't stand it day and night.

Over time, the old lady gradually became a little overwhelmed, and her physical problems appeared one by one. After Chen Yue's persuasion, Wang Xian finally retreated.

But as soon as he came back, the old lady fell ill. In addition, she had an old disease and her physical condition was getting worse and worse. After returning to the palace, she was bedridden.

Medical officials in Liangzhou were unable to turn things around after using all the methods. The prescriptions they wrote could be filled with beds. Everyone knew that the old lady had no more time.

"Da da da da~"

A rapid sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded at the door of the palace. Before the horse hooves could stop, Chen Yue flipped off the horse's back and trotted into the palace.

"Come on, go in with dad." Chen Yue's dad finally stood up slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

"How is Mom?" Chen Yue tried hard to calm down his rapid breathing.

Chen Zhixing looked straight into Chen Yue's eyes, reached out and patted his son on the back: "Come on, I can see you for the last time."

Chen Yue's nose felt sore, he gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, and walked carefully to the edge of the bed and half-kneeled on the ground.

"Mom~ My son is back." Chen Yue called out softly, his tone trembling a little.

Wang Xian is an ordinary Liangzhou woman, but she raised an extraordinary son.

He joined the army at the age of 18. He has been in the army for nearly ten years and is at the highest position and is famous all over the world.

In her fifties, she was already full of wrinkles on her face and her palms were rough and covered with calluses. At first glance, she thought she was an old man over 70 years old.

Even if her son became the general of Liangzhou, the Marquis of Beiliang, and the King of Liang, she still insisted on growing vegetables and helping the poor people everywhere, and she did not live a peaceful and enjoyable life.

"Yue'er, here we come." The old man tried hard to open his eyes and stretched out his hand to Chen Yue's cheek.

"The child is unfilial and has not been with my mother these days." Chen Yue said with red eyes.

"Son, you, you are not the son of your mother now, you are the parent official of millions of people in Beiliang."

Wang Xian's voice was intermittent, but his eyes became brighter and brighter: "Mom is very pleased!"

Chen Yue held his mother's hand tightly, rubbed his face and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

"Where is grandson, grandson~" Wang Xian called out softly, trying hard to lift her body.

"Mom, An'er is here."

Ma Ling'er, who was kneeling aside, hurriedly hugged Chen Pan'an in her arms.

"Wooah, wooah~"

Chen Yue opened his big eyes, unexpectedly not crying, and stretched out his pink little hands and flew in the air.

"Haha, my child from Lao Chen's family is heroic. Old man, look, An'er looks like our son when he was a child."

"Old woman~" Chen Zhixing squatted down, gently held the hands that had been with him for the rest of his life, and said, "Our son is not bad, and grandson is definitely not bad either!"

Wang Xian grinned and turned his head to look at Ma Ling'er: "Yue'er always fights, and you're responsible for the family. Marrying such a boy will make you feel wronged."

"Mom~"

Tears surged out from Ma Ling'er's eyes, unable to speak, but just kept shaking her head.

"Son, you have to be better to your wife, better~"

"Don't worry, mom." Chen Yue nodded with red eyes.

Wang Xian's eyelids gradually closed, and his voice was weak and weak: "Don't forget, let the people live a good life, a good life..."

"mother!"

Looking at his mother who had completely closed her eyes, Chen Yue finally cried bitterly, his eyes were red.

...

As the sun sets, Chen Yue and his father sit on the grass casually on the top of Lingyue Mountain, bowing their heads without saying a word.

The two of them were pulled back in the dusk, and Chen Yue's always straight back bent down for the first time.

The son wants to support him but the parents are not waiting.

"Your mother is buried in the back mountain. Dad can accompany her often. Your mother is most afraid of being alone in her life."

"Listen to my father." Chen Yue nodded silently.

Chen Zhixing slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of memories:

Before my father was born, your grandfather hired a teacher for three months of food and gave his father the name Zhixing.

How about it, don’t you sound like a farmer?”

Chen Yue sat aside with his chin and listened quietly.

"Your grandpa, I have given birth to three sons. My father is the third child. What a pity. My family is poor. The eldest and second child have starved to death since childhood. Let alone you, even your father, I have never seen him.

Later, your grandfather gritted his teeth, saved some food, and went to the town to hire a destitute scholar to give his father this name, hoping that his father could read some books, and it would be better to be an official, and he would no longer have to farm with a face to the loess and back to the sky.

But your father is stupid. Not to mention studying, he doesn’t recognize many big words. He can’t do anything except farming.

Your mother is from the next village. Her family is quite rich, so it’s strange. When you meet your mother for the first time, she doesn’t dislike her father. She says she lives a down-to-earth life, which is pretty good.

Haha, just like that, we only farm except for farming, and we will come here in a flash in our lives.”

Chen Zhixing's voice gradually became relaxed, and the sadness gradually disappeared, replaced by deep nostalgia.

Chen Yue murmured, "No wonder, I just said why my father gave me a scholar's name? I always thought my father was a scholar. Oh, it's a pity."

"You boy, you are not big or small!" Chen Zhixing laughed and cursed, and waved his palm.

"Dad, don't hit me!" Chen Yue shouted: "I have a mother to protect me!"

After such a longing for Chen Zhixing, the sadness was buried in the hearts of the father and son.

Chen Zhixing stood up with a smile, patted Chendu on his clothes and said softly: "Don't forget your mother's words! Let the people live a good life!"

An old back slowly sets down the mountain under the sunset, shaking step by step.

Chen Yue's back stood up again and murmured softly:

"Mom, my son will!"
Chapter completed!