Xiao Yurong got off the carriage first and hugged Wen Jiaojiao directly.
Wen Jiaojiao discovered that Xiao's mother especially liked to hug her. As long as she traveled in a carriage with her, Xiao's mother would not let her get off the carriage by herself. Instead, she would directly hug her down and treat her like a child.
Xiao Yurong led Wen Jiaojiao straight to the villa. Wen Jiaojiao saw that her father Wen Tingshan was ignored when he wanted to talk to her. They had a quarrel yesterday and they didn't even ride in the same carriage.
Wen Jiaojiao watched the interaction between the two, and she would not believe it if there was no emotion at all. It was just that her father's heart was divided into several parts, and her mother-in-law only received a small part.
Just for a moment, Wen Jiaojiao saw Wen Tingshan pulling Aunt Ye to talk.
The two of them talked and laughed, treating Xiao Yurong like air.
Aunt Zhu and Aunt Meng would never take the initiative to talk to the head of the house when Xiao Yurong was around.
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at her mother, and as if she didn't see her, she pulled her into the villa.
Thinking about it, she has become accustomed to it and has no hope for her father.
All the rooms in the villa were packed out in advance, and Wen Jiaojiao still stayed in the usual room. As soon as she hit the bed and fell down, she didn't even bother to sleep or eat.
Ever since he traveled through time, Wen Jiaojiao has been keen on sleeping, as if he wanted to make up for the sleep he had missed in the past years when he was a student and then a workhorse.
On the second day, having regained her energy, Wen Jiaojiao went to Yunqing Temple with her mother to listen to Taoist sermons.
Yunqing Temple is not far from the villa, it only takes half an hour to walk, and there is no need to climb mountains. It is very friendly to her current weak constitution.
As the largest Taoist temple near the capital, Yunqing Temple also has the most incense. There is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going every day, especially in this beautiful autumn weather, it is even more lively.
The main road to the Taoist temple was already crowded with people. When we arrived at the square outside the Taoist temple, there were pilgrims everywhere who came to offer incense and pray for blessings. Whether they were ordinary people or well-dressed wealthy people, there were more than her in the garden.
The lantern festival looks more lively.
"Why are there so many people today?" Aunt Meng asked in surprise.
Xiao Yurong raised her chin in a certain direction, "Well, isn't this the day when all nations come to visit? Yunlu Mountain is one of the most beautiful places in the capital, and these foreigners must come here to have fun."
Wen Jiaojiao also raised his eyes and saw many men and women wearing foreign costumes among the people coming and going.
Xiao Yurong held Wen Jiaojiao in her arms and walked towards a huge tree outside the Taoist temple, "Let's go ahead and write a prayer card first."
When they arrived under the tree, Wen Jiaojiao saw that there were many wooden signs and red strings with written words hanging on the big tree. On them were those seeking marriage, career and wealth, peace and so on.
Wen Jiaojiao never believed in these things. In the past, she only spent ten yuan at the gate of the Taoist temple to tell fortunes as a college graduate.
The old Taoist priest with the big beard kept saying that she was destined to be rich and would be extremely wealthy in the future.
She still didn't believe it at the time, especially after becoming a communal animal and working as hard as a donkey at the entrance of the village every day. How could she be so rich?
Now it seems that Wen Jiaojiao feels that the old Taoist priest made the right calculation by mistake.
"Bless my son to be bright and healthy, live a peaceful life, and be healthier every year."
Wen Jiaojiao listened to the mother next to her kneeling down to a small Guanyin statue under the tree very devoutly. Then she wrote this sentence on the wooden sign and hung it on one of the branches with a golden bell tied to it.
Wen Jiaojiao saw that there were many wooden plaques with golden bells in this position, and some of the red silk had faded and aged.
She grabbed it and saw that it was written by Xiao Yurong. It said "Bless my son Jiao Jiao" all over it. There was also a date written on it. From shortly after Wen Ruyue was born to today, in the past fourteen years, only Wen Ruyue has had any physical discomfort.
, Xiao Yurong came to worship in the temple, and it can be said that it was rain or shine.
Seeing these wooden signs, Wen Jiaojiao felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart, and his heart was touched by Xiao Yurong's maternal love, which was like a mountain and a sea.
This was the first time in more than two months that she felt Xiao Yurong's deep love for her daughter from the depths of her heart.
Wen Ruyue is really her life.
Wen Jiaojiao ran his hands through the hanging wooden signs and heard the crisp sound of the bell, feeling a little confused.
In front of others, she never regarded herself as Wen Ruyue, she felt that they were two people.
But in front of Xiao Yurong, she suddenly couldn't tell the difference.
Actually...it's not that she can't tell the difference, but that she doesn't want to tell the difference. She knows deep down in her heart that she is greedy for this maternal love.
Her biological parents had divorced since she was a child and had not cared about her. She could not even remember their faces and had no memory of them for a long time. She also had a weak sense of family affection, but at this moment, she suddenly felt envious
As warm as the moon.
This love is for Wen Ruyue, not her.
Because of the environment in which she grew up, she always reminds herself to be a sober and self-aware person, what she deserves and what she doesn't deserve.
This maternal love is so strong that sometimes it even gives her a sense of fear.
It's like taking something that doesn't belong to you.
But after becoming Wen Ruyue, nothing once belonged to her.
Every time she could use the reason that she helped Wen Ruyue take on the sick body and formed some karma with her as an excuse to excuse herself, she was also forced to make a choice.
But every time she forced herself to be more awake and tried to test Xiao's mother with words, she would look at her with a gentle smile and say that she was still like a child, and no matter what she became, she would still be her child.
This made Wen Jiaojiao even more confused. Sometimes when she dreamed, she always dreamed of some memories that did not belong to her.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there were icy lakes, overlapping vermilion palaces, and hazy figures in gorgeous clothes shuttled through her dreams. There were many people talking in her ears, and they all spoke to her in such a gentle tone.
In the dream, she lost her way while walking through the palace, tripped over a high threshold, hurt herself, and fell to the ground crying.
In the dream, she fell into an icy lake and developed a high fever. Aniang stayed by her side for several days and nights without closing her eyes. Her eyes were red, but when she saw her wake up, she smiled and shed tears.
She seemed to still be able to feel the heat of the tears falling on her face.
In the dream, the little boy secretly took her out to ride horses, but he almost threw her down. His uncle beat her so hard with a cane that she couldn't get out of bed for several days. As soon as he could get out of bed, he immediately
Secretly taking her to the street to watch the lantern festival, the boy held her on his shoulders so that she could see higher and more clearly.
These memories that shuttled back and forth in dreams were so familiar that they seemed to belong to her.
This thought always makes her uneasy. She always tells herself that she is not Wen Ruyue, but Wen Jiaojiao. Even if she may never go back in the future, she will still be who she is and cannot be someone else.
Now she feels as if she has been "invaded" by Wen Ruyue's memory, forcing her to accept that she is Wen Ruyue.
But she had a vague feeling that this was not the case, and this uncertainty was what made her uneasy.