Her weak body was dehydrated and she was ill for almost half a month before slowly getting better. However, her spirit was still not good. She still lay quietly in bed every day, not talking, and just looking at the sun quietly.
It flew in from the window and floated away again.
When her body got a little better, he took her outside the house and let her lie on a chair to bask in the sun, or he helped her walk in the courtyard, claiming that this would help her recovery and that she would
All this is just a cold look on the sidelines. She doesn't care whether her body will get better, when it will get better, or what is good for her. All this is meaningless to her. She is still immersed in her own sorrow, for this
Unfair fate, powerless pain. If it weren't for her unwillingness to hurt those who care about her, she would definitely not live anymore. But she didn't know that it would be more uncomfortable for her to be like this than to die.
After dinner that night, they sat in the pavilion in the garden and chatted.
The moonlight was very good, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which was faint and very intoxicating. They chatted all over the world, telling some jokes, trying to make her happy, but she just sat quietly, looking at the moonlight like this.
She was fascinated by the color. She thought of Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come".
When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the sky. I don’t know what year it was in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that has never been done in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away.
I can't help singing softly, my heart is filled with sadness, Father! At this moment, is this beautiful moonlight flowing in front of your window? Moon, can you travel through the long time of thousands of years and bring my regret and longing?
"Are you homesick?" He walked up behind her quietly and gently held her shoulders. When you get better, I will send someone to take you home.
She turned around and looked at him quietly, with sadness in her eyes. Going home? She shook her head sadly, I can never go home. Never! Never!
She murmured softly. Tears fell again.
Girl, don’t worry, our prince said he can send you back, so he will definitely send you back. There is nothing in this world that our prince cannot do! The other person couldn’t help but speak out.
She raised her head and looked towards the voice. She saw a middle-aged woman, wearing servant's clothes, looking at her with concern. She felt warm. This person cared about her sincerely.
Even so, girl, don’t be sad. Tell us where your home is and we will take you back! It was the voice of another man in rich clothes.
She just smiled, looked at the middle-aged woman, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your concern, auntie!"
"Young lady, you really killed your slave," the aunt was startled. She was not used to being thanked, let alone being her son's savior. She knelt down and kowtowed involuntarily. It scared the butterfly.
He jumped a lot, stood up in panic, and said, you, what are you doing?"
"Slave, thank you very much for saving my life!"
"What?" Qingdie looked at her puzzled. She didn't remember when he had saved her.
"Have you forgotten, girl?" the aunt said hurriedly, "it was the girl who saved my drowning child half a month ago!"
"Drowning!" Qingdie frowned. She remembered that there was such a thing. It turned out that the child was the aunt's son.
Qingdie nodded, finally understanding what was going on, "Get up quickly. Don't kneel to me anymore. Anyone would do this to me. I'm just doing what I should do. By the way, your son
Are you okay now?"
The aunt stood up, wiped her tears and said with a smile, "Thank you, miss, for caring, he is very good!"
"You must love him very much." Qingdie looked at the happy look on her face when she talked about her son, and couldn't help but feel deeply in her heart. Will her father also have such a happy look when he talks about himself? I'm afraid not.
There will be! She has always been just a child who made him sad!
"Girl, that's a joke." The aunt felt a little embarrassed. "How can there be parents in the world who don't love their children!
Upon hearing her words, Qingdie's heart trembled, are there really no parents in the world who don't love their children?"
So how do parents want their children to live? Qingdie asked unconsciously. Do they hope that she will live? Even if it is painful, even if it is hell-like suffering, do they still hope that she will live?
Dad, do you love me? Do you want me to live? Is that so? Qingdie gradually fell into her own contemplation, staring blankly into the distance.
Her father's call seemed to ring in her ears again: Qingdie, Qingdie, Qingdie, one after another, in her ears and in her dreams, such a deep call that lingered.
"Miss Qingdie, you don't know that Mr. Meng actually loves you very much. He has been silently caring about you."
"Did you know? My husband will personally prepare birthday gifts and birthday cakes for you every year on your birthday. Whether you accept it or not, he never stops."
"Sir, I just hope that you can live happily. I hope that no matter what kind of difficulties or pain you encounter, you can live strong."
"Sir hopes that his butterfly can fly in the sky strong and willful!"
She thought of too many things, and finally discovered that the man had always been by her side and never left.
Dad, you want me to be a strong and willful butterfly, flying freely in the sky, right? Dad, if this is your wish, I will make it come true. I promise you, no matter what kind of setbacks I encounter, no matter what kind of setbacks I encounter,
No matter how painful and desperate life is, we will never give up on ourselves.
Qingdie cried quietly and secretly vowed that from now on, she must live a good life, not for herself, but only for the man who gave her selfless love.