Chapter 1 Parents passed away, lonely and helpless
It was already the season of spring, but in this room, there was a sad atmosphere. Mu Yizhi huddled on the ground, hugging her knees with cold hands, feeling a biting pain.
"Ling'er, I...I'm leaving,..." Mu Xingyun was filled with guilt and reluctance when he said this. He had promised to take care of her for the rest of his life, but no one could predict the fate.
He actually got sick when he was at his most high-spirited. This may be the biggest helplessness of a person.
"No, Brother Yun, you said you would accompany me throughout my life... just wait, I will go find the doctor right away." Lin Ling'er looked at her dying husband, her heart broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
I can't imagine what life would be like without Mu Xingyun. How should she survive?
Mu Xingyun weakly grabbed his wife's hand and looked lovingly at her tearful face. Although she was already in her thirties, she still maintained the skin of an eighteen-year-old, crystal clear and flawless white jade. He
He touched her face with trembling hands, and tears immediately wetted his generous hands. Although this life was short, he actually felt very satisfied to be able to spend it with Ling'er.
"Zhi'er..." Mu Xingyun called the name, and her eyes, which were already slightly dull, suddenly became brighter. Lin Ling'er understood what her husband meant. She put his hands under the quilt and took a deep look at him.
, wiped away tears and walked to the outhouse:
"Zhi'er, come in, daddy is calling you."
Mu Yizhi stood up. Because she had been squatting on the ground for too long, she staggered when she got up. Lin Ling'er quickly helped her. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she never dared to enter the house without permission to disturb her father and mother.
She knew that they had many, many things to say, and they had too much reluctance to say goodbye.
Half a year ago, Mu Xingyun suddenly contracted a strange disease. His whole body was red and swollen. Except for his face, the rest of his body looked like steamed buns soaked in water. He could no longer wear his original clothes, shoes and socks.
The silk business also stopped. Lin Ling'er took Mu Xingyun and her daughter to all the doctors in the capital, but there was no way to cure it. The swelling problem became worse day by day. In the end, Mu Xingyun died.
He was willing to see the doctor again rather than take medicine. He already knew in his heart that his condition could not be cured, so he made the appointment. He just wanted to seize every minute and second to spend with Ling'er in the last stage of his life. And this morning
, the edema in his body miraculously disappeared. Lin Ling'er and Mu Yizhi both thought that he suddenly recovered from his illness, but who would have thought that this was actually a return to health!
Seeing her father's condition getting worse and her mother's body getting thinner and thinner, Mu Yizhi felt filled with guilt and pain. In addition to helping her mother take care of things at home, she also tried to make the two of them happy as much as possible.
Outside of spending time together, she can do nothing else.
"Daddy..." Mu Yizhi walked to Mu Xingyun's bed and saw that her once handsome father looked so haggard now. She felt like a knife had been stabbed in her heart. She reached out and stroked his hair, "Daddy
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"Zhi'er... Zhi'er, my Zhi'er..." Mu Xingyun opened his eyes again with difficulty. His 15-year-old daughter was exactly the same as his young wife, like a spotless fairy falling into the mortal world. The daughter was just born.
, he and his wife liked to dress her in white, one taught her to play the piano, and the other taught her to play the flute. As expected of the daughter of Mu Xingyun and Lin Linger, the 15-year-old Mu Yizhi is already proficient in chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Thinking of this, Mu Xingyun suddenly felt relieved.
"Dad... you will get better. Zhi'er goes and asks the doctor..."
"Zhi'er, don't put in any more effort. Listen... listen to daddy, I owe you and your mother. We insisted on being together despite the opposition of our two families... I also swore to your uncle that we would...
...I must give your mother happiness, I didn't expect..." Mu Xingyun sighed deeply.
"Brother Yun, please stop talking. I have never regretted being with you." Lin Ling'er grabbed Mu Xingyun's hand. She stopped crying and looked determined with no regrets.
"Ling'er..." Mu Xingyun focused his eyes on his wife's face again. Needless to say, the two of them already understood their respective intentions.
This was the first time Mu Yizhi heard her father tell stories about him and her mother. She had always found it strange why her mother never returned to her parents' home during the holidays, and her father never mentioned her original home.
She thought she had no other relatives in the world except her father and mother, but now she heard about their original story when her father was dying.
"Zhi'er, when daddy is away, you...you have to take good care of your mother. It's hard on you..."
"No, daddy, if you are not here, Zhi'er will be scared. Mom and I can't live without you..." No matter how Mu Yizhi called, Mu Xingyun still passed away.
Lin Ling'er and her daughter buried him on the hill behind their home.
After Mu Xingyun was buried, Lin Ling'er moved to the back mountain. Instead of living in a comfortable and spacious house, she hired someone to build a small thatched house on the mountain. She became taciturn and sat with her husband all day long.
In front of the tombstone, from morning to night, from dawn to dusk.
Mu Yizhi knew the sadness in her mother's heart, so she stayed by her side silently, very quietly. The mother and daughter often didn't say a word for a whole day. The Mu Mansion had been in a state of purity for a long time, and with the death of Mu Xingyun
, slowly, as if everything has lost its life.
On this day, Lin Ling'er called Mu Yi Zhi to her side. She stared at her daughter for a long time, then sighed slightly and said: "Zhi'er, go find your uncle. He passed away the year before last, and you are still at home.
My aunt and a cousin, my cousin's name is Lin Yingyin, she is two years older than you. You can go to them with this letter. Oh my god, for my sake, they will take you in."
"No! My daughter is not going anywhere. She wants to stay with her mother and stay here with her father." Lin Ling'er's tone of voice, which sounded like she was explaining the funeral arrangements, made her feel panicked. She no longer had a father, and she didn't want her mother to leave either.
She, then she would really be the only one in the world, and she would be lonely and scared.
"Silly boy." Lin Ling'er gently hugged her daughter and patted her back gently. She was too thin. "When you grow up, you have to learn to take care of yourself."
"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Mu Yizhi felt that her mother's behavior today was strange.
"Nothing, just put this away and go get my piano and your father's flute. I want to play it for your father." Mu Yizhi went to the house to get the piano and flute. Her heart was full of uneasiness.
When Mu Xingyun was alive, one of them played the flute and the other the piano every day. Mu Xingyun was a genius in business, and he could earn enough silver from just one silk transaction, but they were not greedy, so they were born as businessmen.
, they can still live like idle clouds and wild cranes. Mu Yizhi was influenced by the sound of the piano and the flute when she was still in her mother's womb. Influenced by the living habits of her father and mother, she was already ascetic at the age of 15.
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"Zhi'er, I want to spend some time alone with your father."
Mu Yizhi looked at her mother's thin back and left silently. The elegant sound of the piano sounded from the back hill, faintly matching the sound of the flute. What was going on? How could there be the sound of daddy's flute? Mu Yizhi
Yi Zhi wanted to go up the mountain to have a look, but remembering her mother's instructions, she held back. When it got dark, the sound of the piano and the flute stopped at the same time, and slowly went away, and the wind made a whimpering sound.
It was strange, and it sounded like the sound of a woman crying. Mu Yizhi walked up the mountain holding a lantern.
"Mother!"
Lin Ling'er was lying on the piano, the wind blowing her white skirt, which gently tapped Mu Xingyun's tombstone. The flute fell to the ground, and the wind blew it rolling back and forth on the ground. Lin Ling'er exhausted her energy.
With the last strength of her life, she fell beside her husband Mu Xingyun.