Hearing what his mother said, Ning Shaoyang felt very bitter in his heart, and tears couldn't help but flow out, and he said:

"Mom, don't think so wildly. I don't have a father anymore. If you are gone, won't I become an orphan without a father and a mother?"

When Ning's mother saw her son crying, she couldn't help but shed tears and said, "Don't cry."

Ning Shaoyang said with a choked voice: "Mom, don't scare me."

"Well, I will work hard to survive." Ning's mother said.

She was also very bitter in her heart.

She was so seriously ill and her son was only sixteen years old. He had already taken on the important task of supporting the family a few years ago.

She saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart.

Many times I hate myself, why I didn't take care of my body, got this disease, and tortured my son like that.

I thought about ending my life many times, but I was saved every time, which brought even greater pain to my son.

Once she committed suicide by hanging from a beam, and when she was rescued, she heard her son's heart-wrenching cries, which made her faint from crying, letting her know that her son could not bear such a blow.

If she could be given a choice, she would really be willing to end her life sooner.

There is no filial son before a long-term illness.

She would rather her own son be such an unfilial son.

The child is too sensible, which makes it even more heartbreaking.

Ning Shaoyang did not dare to show too much sorrow in front of his mother, so he comforted her with a few words, then took away the bowl of porridge that his mother had finished eating, and went to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal, and then boil medicine for his mother.

After he left, his mother lay on the bed with a sad look on her face.

Suddenly I heard a woman's voice:

"Your son is very sensible, but you are very ignorant."

"It has delayed your son's future."

"If it weren't for you, your son would have had the opportunity to enter the cultivation sect and become an immortal..."

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Ning Shaoyang didn't know about this, he didn't hear anything.

After arriving in the kitchen, he started to make a fire and boil the medicine.

After lighting the fire, I went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables and started preparing to cook.

By the time the medicine was boiled and the meals were prepared, night had fallen.

After doing all this, he went to his mother's room, lit the oil lamp in the room, and called softly: "Mom, it's time to get up and eat."

The medicine is very bitter and cannot be drunk on an empty stomach. It is still simmering on the charcoal fire, so it can only be drunk after eating.

He called out, but his mother didn't respond.

"Mom, it's time to eat."

He yelled again, this time his voice was much louder.

But his mother was still unresponsive as she lay in bed.

He felt some fear in his heart.

"Mother...mother...mother..."

His voice trembled and he called several times, but still no response was seen.

His hands began to tremble.

He walked into the bed and saw his mother lying on her back on the bed, one hand hanging under the bed, motionless.

He tremblingly reached out to lift the hand hanging under the bed, only to find that the hand had become cold.

In an instant, his heart became cold.

"Mom...Mother, what's wrong with you..."

There was already a cry in his voice.

His trembling hand reached for his mother's nose, which was cold and devoid of any breath.

"mother--"

He sat down weakly on the ground and burst into tears.

He knew that one day would come sooner or later, but he was really afraid of that day coming.

Having such a mother at home, even if she is just a patient, can make him feel stable, make him feel that this is still a home, and make him feel that he is still under the protection of his mother.

If this mother is gone, he will be an orphan.

Really nothing.

He has already lost his father and cannot lose his mother again.

This has been the biggest fear in his heart in recent years.

However, this day still came.

It came so quickly, so suddenly.

From today on, from this moment on, he is an orphan.

There are no more relatives in this world.

No one cares whether he is cold or hot.

No one knows whether he is hungry or full.

As he cried, he could no longer make any sound. He sat on the ground and just let the tears flow freely on his face.

Six years ago, he lost his father.

And today, the mother who loved him the most no longer exists.

There was a tearing pain in my heart.

He is only sixteen years old, he shouldn't have to bear this.

No matter how strong he appears, he is still just a child.

All of this was really cruel to him.

He held his mother's hanging hand tightly with one hand.

That hand was already cold.

He wanted to cover up the heat with that hand, and wanted to prove that all this was false, that his mother just suffered a little cold, that his mother would wake up, and everything would be fine.

However, he couldn't cover that hand.

That hand became colder and colder, until it became stiff.

He sat blankly by the bed, holding his mother's hand until dawn, and finally understood one thing - his mother was dead.

This fact was cruel, but he could only accept it.

He must accept it.

He still has to deal with his mother's funeral affairs.

In this city, there is no one to rely on, he can only deal with it himself.

After his father died unexpectedly, the succeeding city lord announced that his father had been severely corrupt when he was in office and emptied the public treasury belonging to everyone in Feixian City.

This also caused the mother and son to receive a lot of cold looks in this city. Even the neighbors looked down on them.

He couldn't ask anyone for help.

Thinking of these, I feel even more painful.

His mother died and he didn't even have the money to bury her.

Even if he couldn't hire anyone to carry the coffin, he would at least buy a coffin for his mother.

He was only a sixteen-year-old boy, and he didn't understand other etiquette, but at least he couldn't just wrap his mother's body in a reed and bury it.

Then he will never forgive himself.

But the family did not have the money to buy a coffin.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he knelt down towards his mother's body, kowtowed three times, wiped his tears, then stood up and exited the room.

I found the hatchet again and prepared to continue collecting sun-returning grass.

But after walking a few steps, I felt like I had no strength all over my body.

There was still that buzzing sound in his head. He didn't eat at night and sat there crying all night. Now his body was very weak.

If you go to the west of the city with such a body, even if you don't encounter wild animals, you won't be able to collect the sun-returning grass.

"Even my body is going against me!"

As soon as I thought about this, tears couldn't help but fall down.

He even came up with the idea of ​​simply dying.

However, if he dies, there will be no one to deal with his mother's affairs, not even a burial.
Chapter completed!