She was standing behind the bed curtain, her head half tilted.
The lighting was poor and the mirror was dim, making it difficult to see her face clearly.
Mrs. Ying turned around in shock, her voice sharp and sharp: "Who!"
The bed curtain is empty, where is anyone?
She called "Xiaolan" twice more, but no one answered. Mrs. Ying had no choice but to light the candle herself and go outside first.
There was no one outside, it was empty.
Mrs. Ying then walked out, opened the courtyard door and called out "Comer" twice.
As a result, there was no answer from all around.
What's going on? Mrs. Ying is getting more and more panicked.
At this time, she actually heard a female voice in the courtyard:
"Ying Hongchan, where is my son?"
Mrs. Ying was so excited that she turned around so hard that she almost tripped over the threshold.
She staggered two steps, only to hear a "bang" sound, and the courtyard door behind her suddenly closed, making her jump in fright.
Something doesn't want her to get out!
Mrs. Ying bravely took a look inside the courtyard, and there was indeed a white figure swaying in the wind behind the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
"Who are you!"
Every word the other party said was like being pried out of an ice cellar: "You have everything, a husband who has made a fortune, a filial and promising son, and a life full of flowers. But I can only be lonely in the White Pagoda Temple.
, no one comes to see me year after year. Now you say, you don’t know who I am?”
As soon as the words "Baita Temple" came out, Mrs. Ying shuddered and lost her voice: "Lu, Lu Xiaoyun?!"
After calling out this person's name, she calmed down and looked at him carefully with her eyes wide open: "I go to the White Pagoda Temple to worship every year, why do you say no one sees you?"
"He hasn't been here for a long time."
"We have moved out of Blackwater City!" Mrs. Ying said bravely, "I have no enmity with you, but I am kind to you. Why did you come to me!"
"How kind can you be to me?"
"You died after giving birth to your child. I treated Chuan'er as my own and raised him..."
"Treat yourself as your own?" Lu Xiaoyun suddenly interrupted her, "You call that treating yourself as your own?"
When she got angry, a strong wind blew up where she was.
Mrs. Ying took two steps back and rubbed her eyes: "His food and drink expenses are better than Yue'er's. He has been in trouble since he was a child. How often did we not clean up the aftermath for him? How has he ever suffered at all in this family?
?”
Later, she even straightened her back: "I have never done anything wrong, and I am not afraid that you will come to see me!"
"Have you never done anything untoward?" Lu Xiaoyun sneered, "Don't you know what He Chunhua wants to do to my son?"
"What do you know?" Mrs. Ying looked confused, "He just dotes on Chuan'er!"
Is it still wrong to love children?
"Back then..." Lu Xiaoyun said leisurely, "How did he persuade you to raise my child? Did he tell you that Chuan'er could not affect your son's future?"
Mrs. Ying fell silent immediately.
"Did he promise you that he would do his best to cultivate your son and that the position of head of the family would only be reserved for the second child?"
Mrs. Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.
When He Chunhua took her eldest son back, he indeed made this promise to her.
Haha, a man’s mouth is a liar!
But what could she do, throw away a child who had no power to protect himself?
She could only choose to believe.
Fortunately, He Lingchuan's subsequent growth made her feel relieved.
How could such a naughty and useless child be Yue'er's opponent in the future!
"Let me ask you, He Chunhua really did his best to cultivate He Yue, right?"
Mrs. Ying nodded subconsciously.
If He Chunhua cannot do this, how can their husband and wife be harmonious?
"Then what plans does He Chunhua have for his eldest son's future?"
Mrs. Ying was about to speak but stopped.
In the past many years, her husband seemed to have only advised her to be nice to Chuan'er, but never said anything about what the child would do when she grew up.
Shouldn't a normal father look forward to and plan his children's life?
But He Chunhua only doted on his eldest son.
Mrs. Ying had noticed it a long time ago and tried to persuade her, but He Chunhua didn't take it seriously.
Now that I think about it, this kind of carelessness seems a bit abnormal.
"It seems that you know very little." Lu Xiaoyun sighed quietly, "How much has He Chunhua said to you about me?"
"He said that you are a descendant of the Bailie people, and you saved him during the wild sand season, and then you..." Mrs. Ying gritted her teeth, "The territory of the Bailie people is thousands of miles away from us, and you came to Heishui City to do this
What, the master never told me!"
"That's all I know." Mrs. Ying sneered, "I don't want to know too much about you!"
She even had the courage to take two steps into the courtyard.
Lu Xiaoyun swayed and her figure was in the shadow under the eaves.
"Last question." She asked Mrs. Ying, "Why don't you tell the truth to Chuan'er?"
"You are already dead, what's the use of him knowing your biological mother?" Mrs. Ying sneered, "Yin and Yang are separated, how can we still recognize each other?"
"At least, he can come and see me."
This sentence immediately left Mrs. Ying speechless.
…
Before dawn, Mrs. Ying woke up and called "Xiaolan" for the first time.
After a few breaths, Xiaolan rubbed her eyes and walked in from the outside: "Madam, you woke up very early today!"
The night birds haven't even woken up yet.
Mrs. Ying was sweating coldly: "Where did you run just now!"
"My maid is sleeping in the outer room and has never left." Xiaolan looked confused, "Did Madam have a nightmare? I'll get a towel."
"I..." Mrs. Ying wanted to scold her, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she didn't know what she should scold.
When she touched her temples, they were wet with sweat.
It seems like she really had a nightmare, but why doesn’t she remember the specific content of the dream?
She pressed her forehead and recalled for a long time. She only remembered that Lu Xiaoyun came to her and seemed to have said something about Chuan'er, but she could no longer recall the specific content.
She rested by the couch for a long time and then asked, "Is Chuan'er setting off today?"
"Yes, the eldest young master will leave today."
"He last night?"
"The eldest young master and the second young master went out drinking last night and didn't come back until midnight."
The two brothers had a good relationship. He Lingchuan was leaving, and He Yue gave him a farewell party.
At dawn, mother and son had breakfast quietly without much conversation.
It seems like everything is business as usual.
But He Lingchuan understood that the scene before him would never happen again in the future.
The sun was rising and the time was just right. He Lingchuan and everyone packed up and set off immediately.
Mrs. Ying sent him to the main entrance. Looking at his young and handsome face, she suddenly felt sour and reluctant to part with him.
It seemed as if the brat left like this and would never come back again.
It was He Lingchuan who smiled and said, "Mom, you have heavy dark circles under your eyes. Did you have a nightmare last night?"
Mrs. Ying snorted: "It seems that I have been haunted by a short-lived ghost. It is really unlucky."