When he got outside, looking at his haggard-looking wife, Father Zhou sighed: "Go in and persuade her."
"Hey!" Zhou's mother sighed and went in.
"You guys step aside first." After she entered, mother and daughter no longer needed to be shy and simply asked the maid to exit.
When she and her daughter were the only two people left in the room, she carefully sat down next to the bed and said softly: "Yao'er, Mom wants to say a few words to you."
Zhou Yao was lying down, her eyelashes obviously trembling.
Zhou's mother saw her and knew that although she didn't want to speak, she listened.
She originally thought that her daughter had gone to see her, but when she came back she had given up on her, and found that the situation was worse than she thought, and that her daughter was even more infatuated than she thought.
But it's no wonder that the two families are family friends, childhood sweethearts, and have been in a relationship for more than ten years. Besides, Shao Sisen is indeed a one-in-a-million, hard-to-find good match.
Sighing in her heart, Mother Zhou continued in a careful voice: "Mother knows that you are sad. To be honest, mother is also sad, and mother also understands your heart."
"But life is unpredictable. Some things have already happened. People who are alive must always look forward. Are you right?"
"Your body is already weak, so you should relax and stop thinking, lest you get sick again."
Seeing that Zhou Yao still didn't speak, he continued to persuade in a soft voice: "You really miss me. Only when you are well can you go to Shao's tomb in person to see it, put incense sticks and give him some food during the holidays."
"Although the Shao family will not forget these things, if you do them, it is your intention. And to do these things, you need to be in good health. If you are so sick that you can't even get out of bed, don't you miss it and you can't even go there?
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"Don't worry, the Shao family has already agreed to this. As long as you get better, you can go at any time."
Zhou Yao slowly opened her eyes and turned to her mother who was speaking.
My mother was a well-known beauty in the capital back then, and she was well-maintained. Now she looks like a young woman, just worried about herself, with a tired look on her pale face and fine wrinkles creeping up on it.
Zhou Yao felt a pain in her heart.
Seeing that Zhou Yao couldn't help coughing, Zhou's mother hurriedly stretched out her hand to slowly lift her up and put a soft pillow on her. However, she didn't see the faint white mandala petals suddenly appearing between the silent girl's eyebrows.
When she looked up, the petals had disappeared.
"Yao'er, do you want some water? Are you hungry? Mom made some soup for you and will bring it in to feed you now, okay?" Zhou's mother asked cautiously.
But Zhou Yao just looked at her blankly and asked: "Mom, are there really ghosts and gods in this world?"
Mother Zhou was shocked.
"Could this child be placing his hopes on ghosts and gods and want to see Sisen's child again?"
Zhou's mother looked at her daughter, worried that her daughter would be crazy, so she said she didn't want to, and directly stopped thinking about her daughter.
But firstly, Zhou's mother also believed deeply in ghosts and gods, so she subconsciously did not dare to say such disrespectful words. Secondly, she was afraid that directly cutting off her daughter's thoughts would irritate her, so she was in a dilemma.
Finally, he said cautiously: "There must be ghosts and gods, but even if there are ghosts after death, they cannot stay in this world for a long time. They still have to be reincarnated."
I wanted to say something else, but I didn't expect Zhou Yao to listen and nodded.
"I understand, mother. I understand the worries you and Aunt Shao have. I will live well and not make you sad."
He said, to show that he was not lying: "I'm a little hungry, you can ask someone to bring soup over."
Mother Zhou felt relieved when she saw her saying this, and gently stroked her daughter's face: "Yes, you live a good life, that is what we expect, I will let them come in to serve you."
Just as he was about to go out, he heard Zhou Yao say again: "By the way, mother, I still want to continue learning piano."
"Okay, okay! Mom promises you, and I will prepare a piano for you, together with the female master who teaches the piano." Mother Zhou was really relieved this time, and she agreed repeatedly.
When I went out, there was a hint of joy on my face.
For Zhou's mother, Shao Sisen's death, although it was a blow, was ultimately just a prospective son-in-law who never married her daughter, not a real son-in-law.
My sadness is limited, but more of it is just regret and worry about my daughter.
This is human nature, there is a difference between closeness and distance.
"You guys, go bring the soup that's simmering in the small kitchen and let the waitress drink it."
"You guys, go to my private treasury and see if the Wutong Qin is still there. If you do, take it out and tune it..."
"You guys go..."
The instructions were given one after another, and the whole courtyard became busy.
Mother Zhou finally took a breath and sat down.
Even though he was a third-rank official, Zhou's father was so stunned that he didn't find a chance to ask questions just now. Now he found an opportunity and asked his old wife: "How is Yao'er?"
"It's much better now, so I said, let Yao'er go and have a look with her own eyes, and she will definitely be able to untie some knots in her heart. If she insists on stopping her, she will always feel regretful and unable to get over this hurdle." Zhou's mother said in a low voice: "Now
I still want to play the piano, which is a good thing. If I can have some sustenance, my grief will subside."
Father Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief: "When you came out, I saw a hint of joy on your face, so I knew that Yao'er must be thinking more."
"Although she is still grieving, as long as she finds something to keep her busy, she will be able to get over it in six months or a year."
Well, isn’t that what humans are like?
Many people experience the pain of losing a child. A few years later, although the thought of it still hurts their hearts and makes them grow older, they can always get through it as long as they have other hope.
I'm afraid that it's really over when there is no more hope, no fighting spirit, and no interest in life.
Zhou's mother told Zhou's father what she had just promised her daughter, and Zhou's father nodded repeatedly.
"This is easy. As long as Yao'er can make a happy knot, not to mention asking for a female master to teach Qin, or even asking for a few of the emperor's Qin to come over, I can give up this old face."
Zhou's mother then said: "In that case, why not invite the two of you to my house? I got a Wutong Qin as my bride, for fear that my daughter wouldn't like it. She used the Qin before a few years ago, and it can't be used anymore now."
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"This is easy to handle. Go find a qin immediately. It doesn't have to be a guqin. If there is a qin-making master, please make one for Yao'er." Zhou's father said immediately.
A family of officials for several generations, and now in this dynasty, they are also ministers of Guanglu Temple. The Zhou family is not short of money.
Just from Zhou's mother's own dowry, she has continued to make money over the years, and it is not a pain to buy a few good pianos.
But they didn't know it. The maid was busy in the boudoir. Although Zhou Yao was carefully fed half a bowl of soup and helped to lie down, everything was normal and nothing unusual.
But when the gauze curtain was lowered, blocking the scene inside, the mandala petals appeared again between the girl's eyebrows.
The mandala petals, which were white when they first appeared, have turned into ink-like black.
It's so dark that it's eerie, so dark that it's scary.
The pale and cold face now raised its lips, revealing a hint of a smile.
"Don't worry, I promise you that I will take care of your Shao Lang in the underworld." His lips were slightly parted, and his low voice was calm: "Your body is not good to begin with, and you have vomited your heart blood, so you won't be able to live for more than one or two years."
"I can also promise to extend your life, at least until your brother gets married and comes of age, and your parents have someone to rely on."
"But you have to listen to me, read more, and contact more people."
"Don't worry, I won't interfere with you or ask you to marry him. I just want to see what he is doing and record what he does."
"This is a baby dragon. I want to watch it grow up completely."
"So you have to work hard. I heard that his wife wants to be a chess master, so we should become the number one chess master in the capital, so that we can get close to the young dragon."