After that, Chu Yue sent warriors one after another back to their dilapidated and simple homes.
It was not until the end that Chu Yue sent each urn to the corresponding warrior's home with a heavy heart.
Chu Yue looked at their family members and took the urn with heartbreak and pain. She knelt on the ground with tears streaming down her face. She shouted until she was hoarse and her whole body convulsed as if the sky had fallen.
Before Chu Yue leaves, she will bow and bow to the room where the sound of painful crying comes from.
When she did this, she didn't take anyone with her.
She just wants to be alone and slowly complete all this.
The last urn is that of a miner who lives in the west of the city.
There is no wife or daughter in the family, only an elderly mother who cannot see clearly.
When Chu Yue came, she smelled the faint fragrance of food.
The old woman moved slowly and fumbled to prepare a simple meal.
Because her son hadn't returned home for a long time, she stayed in front of the stove and took the trouble to cook hot dishes over and over again.
After hearing Chu Yue's footsteps, the old woman stood up holding on to the wall, "Is it my son who's back? My mother roasted meat for you today. It's your favorite. Why did you come back so late? Is that right?
Were you bullied by the miner again?"
Chu Yue stood in front of the door, suddenly feeling timid and not daring to open the door and walk in.
The wind was a bit strong and my eyes were a bit blurry.
She stood for a long, long time.
The old woman staggered over holding on to the wall, pushed open the door, and touched Chu Yue with her old hand, "You are not my child, are you...?"
"Chang'an City, General Zhenbei, Ye Chuyue."
Chu Yue couldn't bear to tell her name.
The old woman was stunned for a moment, then became extremely excited: "Is she the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei, General Ye Chuyueye?"
Chu Yue nodded, "Exactly."
"General, can you wait? My child, he has been mentioning your name every day recently, and he also said that he wants to become a person like you, become the pride of Shenwu, and become an excellent warrior."
The old woman said: "If he sees you, he will be overjoyed..."
The old woman wanted to help Chu Yue, but accidentally touched the warm urn in Chu Yue's arms.
The old woman was stunned for a moment and asked: "General, this is..."
Chu Yue closed her eyes and her shoulders shook slightly.
After being silent for a long time, Chu Yue said slowly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't bring him back intact. This is... Your Majesty..."
"Is this my son?"
The old woman's hand trembled, then she retracted it like an electric shock, then stretched it out tremblingly, touching the urn gently.
She took over the urn with both hands, and shed two lines of tears from her blind eyes.
"How did that happen......"
The old woman held her son's ashes and said to herself, "This morning, my son said he wanted to eat meat and that his wages would be raised..."
The old woman slowly knelt down and shed tears on the urn. She fell into despair and found it difficult to wake up from her grief.
"General Ye."
The old woman raised her wrinkled face, her eyes filled with tears, "Did I kill my son? I lost my father in my early years, my husband in my middle age, and my son in my later years. People around me said that the old woman
It’s a nemesis.”
Chu Yue pursed her lips tightly, then walked forward, gently and slowly helped the old woman up, and said to her: "It's because the world is unfair and it has nothing to do with you. He told me before he died that you are
The best mother in the world, he has never regretted becoming your son."
"Really?"
The old woman asked in a trembling voice.
"real."
Chu Yue said softly and comforted her for a long time before the old woman's mood gradually improved. However, the pain of losing her son was like losing her life. She was like a walking zombie, holding on to the urn tightly, like a person who was about to drown, holding on to the last moment.
A life-saving straw.
Useless, but unwilling to let go.
Chu Yue helped the old woman get on the bed, sat on the edge and chatted with the old woman.
At dawn, the moment Chu Yue stood up to leave, the old woman grabbed her wrist.
Chu Yue looked down and the old woman said: "General Ye, you are a good general. I know that without you, the child's ashes may be a luxury. The child will be very happy to know that you sent him home.
General, thank you."
"Feel sorry--"
When the dawn fell, Chu Yue walked out of the house.
The street was cold, and the old woman's sobs could be heard behind her.
Chu Yue looked around, her lips and teeth filled with bitterness.
"Hello."
Suddenly, the wind's sad and playful sound sounded.
Chu Yue looked over.
Feng Beiyin was lying on the courtyard wall, weighing the ripe apples in her hands, and asked: "Miss Ye, do you like apples?"