Chapter 1034 1034: I want them to be treated as individuals [asking for monthly votes]
Gong Shuwu looked at her long eyebrows and white hair, and the flames in his eyes swayed violently uncontrollably. The old woman in front of him was wearing coarse linen clothes and an animal skin jacket. Her appearance showed traces of her past, but she did not see the pampering and grace of those years.
Wealth.
In my impression, although my mother took care of the housework and took great care of the widow of my father's old servant, her hands had a lot of calluses. But after all, she was the Gong family's mistress, so her hands were well maintained. What about now? Her hands are full of thick calluses and redness.
Frostbite, severe chapped.
Gong Shuwu bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground.
[The son is unfilial, the son is unfilial...]
He kowtowed his head again and again.
Although he had obviously lost his flesh and blood, he still felt that his eyes were warm at this moment, as if some kind of liquid was about to burst out of his eyes. He kept repeating these four words, and the old lady hugged him and sobbed. The reunion of mother and son more than ten years later,
It's moving to watch.
It took a lot of persuasion from the others to calm down.
[Obviously it is a good thing for mother and son to reunite. On this big day, the old sister-in-law should also be happy. It is easy to hurt the eyes if she cries like this... Giri is also distressed for the child...] There is a woman who is about the same age as the old woman.
Gentle persuasion beforehand.
The old lady wiped her tears, the tip of her nose was red: [I never thought that I would still be able to see Yiri when I close my eyes in this life... I am just too happy. You are right, I shouldn't cry...]
She said this, but when she saw her son turned into a skeleton, the turbid tears still fell away. Her hands holding Gong Shuwu's wrist bones were shaking uncontrollably: "My son, my son Yili...you, you, you"
How did it become like this?】
Naturally, Gong Shuwu cannot be said to have fought with Gong Cheng.
Just vague words: [Swords have no eyes on the battlefield.]
He rubbed his mother's hand and throat.
He wanted to question "This is how Gong Cheng takes care of you", but the words came to his lips but he couldn't say it. The fact that the old mother was still alive completely exceeded his expectations. He could confidently question Gong Cheng about other things, but not in this aspect.
As a grandson, Gong Cheng is at least qualified.
As a son, I was a complete failure.
The old lady was attentive and noticed her son's movements. Her son followed their father and was emotionally restrained, and the second child was a martial arts fanatic obsessed with martial arts. He didn't like to express with words, so many emotions could only be understood from his movements:
[My mother has had a good life these years, and Yunchi has taken good care of her. It’s just that my mother can’t get over the hurdle in her heart, and she doesn’t want to inherit Beimo’s kindness.]
If Brother Tude was helping the Gong family as Wu Yuan, she would not need to bear any psychological burden. She would just regard him as a foreign friend with whom her grandson has a good relationship. If there is an opportunity in the future, every drop of water will be repaid with a spring of spring. Naihe Wu
Yuan is not Wu Yuan, he is still Brother Tude, and his nature has completely changed. The old lady has followed her husband and hated Beimo for most of her life, and she really can't get over it.
If you can handle the work yourself, do it yourself.
She didn't feel how miserable she was.
At least, the spirit is free.
When Gong Shuwu heard this, he felt sad again.
[My son is late...]
The old lady lovingly touched his bare Tianling Cap: [Speaking of nonsense, as long as you can come, it will never be too late.]
At this time, an old man asked.
【Where is that child Yunchi?】
The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Gongshu Martial Arts: [Yunchi committed suicide.]
No one around made a sound.
The old lady held Gong Shuwu's hand and closed her eyes without saying a word. Her old face seemed untroubled, but Gong Shuwu knew clearly that the other party's fingers were trembling. Just when Gong Shuwu was thinking about how to comfort him, the old lady sighed: [
Did he commit suicide? No matter if he committed suicide, at least this child finally made a choice for himself. You don’t need to be too sad, the children of the Gong family have their own way out!]
【Mother, you...you know everything?】
[I am just old, not mentally ill.] The old and weak Gong family was transferred to Tuocheng. The old lady raised her eyes and saw the flag of Kang flying on the wall of Tuocheng, and she knew the answer in her heart. Beimo was defeated, and her grandson
Gong Cheng would not be able to live. Compared to being constrained by the oath of "Daigo Enlightenment" and dying due to backlash, it is obviously more honorable to commit suicide and die, retaining only a trace of dignity.
Of course, I don't mean to say that he can't help himself. At least Gong Cheng helped Brother Tude seize power and gain a foothold in the Northern Desert Royal Court out of sincerity. He simply wanted to repay Brother Tude for saving his life twice and rescue Gong.
His remaining kindness to the old and weak.
And then, he helped Bei Mo use force against his homeland...
Gong Cheng was wrong.
Suicide is the most honorable option.
Gong Shuwu looked around and saw no childish face, so he asked: "Yunchi had an orphan before his death, saying that he had a daughter at his knees and hoped that his son could take care of him. Is the child here now?"
The old lady and the others looked at each other.
【Yunchi’s child?】
【Still a daughter?】
The old lady thought about it carefully: [Are you talking about Ima Musong?]
Gong Shuwu realized that he might have been tricked by his nephew, and he wanted to hang Gong Cheng up and beat him: [Yunchi didn't say what the child's name was, he just said that the child's mother was a woman from the Northern Desert, and his son——]
He really took it seriously.
Not only did he take it seriously, but he also spent a long time mentally building up.
Although he was very concerned about his child having a mother from a foreign race in the Northern Desert, after all, he was Gong Cheng's only descendant and the only inheritance of his eldest brother's lineage. There was no way he could deny it. He tried hard to convince himself, but it turned out that this child was actually his nephew's son.
play by youself?
Is Gong Cheng really not afraid that his ashes will be scattered?
The old lady said: [That should be her.]
Imamusong's mother is from a foreign race outside the Pass, and her father is indeed a man from within the Pass. Except that this man is not Gong Cheng, everything is correct. As for why she became Gong Cheng's daughter...
The story here is not too complicated.
Imamusong's mother was originally from a small tribe. The small tribe was close to Zhuyue Pass, and her family made a living by farming and hunting. The Xin Kingdom was destroyed, and the situation in the northwest was in chaos. From time to time, powerful warlords from all over Kunzhou would organize troops and "collect" everywhere.
"quartermaster.
Imamusong's mother was robbed at that time.
The warlord was arrogant and domineering until he kicked the iron plate.
Gong Cheng brought back the Northern Desert woman who had been living abroad.
The others are okay and can be sent back to their original tribes to settle down.
Only the pot-bellied mother of Yimamusong lost her home. The small tribe had long been annexed and cannibalized by other powerful tribes in the Northern Desert. All the original tribesmen could not be found. Gong Cheng brought the woman and Yimamusong back and sent them to
Go to Gong's residence.
The woman looked dull at first.
The more contact you have, the more willing you will be to communicate with others.
The first thing she said to Gong Cheng was——
【You killed my brother.】
Gong Cheng:【……】
[You don’t know who he is, maybe you don’t even know what he looks like. He is one of those people who charge at you with knives and are beaten to death by you.] The woman’s mood is very stable, as if she is narrating.
A matter that has nothing to do with me, [My man was also beaten to death by you. He wasn't killed all at once, but he didn't survive two or three rounds either.]
Gong Cheng:【……】
The woman said: [My son was also implicated and killed.]
The resulting storm destroyed the house.
The beam killed her son.
[My man is not a good person. He will rob women, rush into other people's homes to grab things, and kill women when he is unhappy. My brother is not a good person either. He used to be pretty good, but later he also became bad.
He had many women, and he also followed his brother-in-law to kill many people, men and women, old and young... Actually, I don't feel sorry for them when they die, but my son is still young and hasn't had time to do it yet.
Bad things. Maybe they will become bad when they grow up, but he has no chance to grow up.】
The woman was mumbling while using her hands and feet to dry the clothes for others.
【I have two sons.】
Two sons and one daughter.
One is still in the belly and I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl.
[Are you going to snatch me from giving birth to your son?] She looked at Gong Cheng and sighed, [If I want to give birth, I have to give birth to this baby in my belly first. You have to wait, it only takes four months.]
Gong Chengcheng said: [No.]
The woman asked back: [No?]
She didn't seem to understand Gong Cheng's thoughts very well.
[Isn’t it just to snatch a pregnant woman back to give birth to a baby? Men in the Northern Desert are like this, and so are men outside the Northern Desert. My mother-in-law was also snatched back to give birth to a baby. 】
Her mother-in-law was a girl from Guan who was snatched away.
She is a foreign woman from outside the customs who was snatched away.
The important point is not whether you are inside or outside the customs, the key is that you can be robbed. Young men are robbed to do coolies, old people are robbed to do corvee, and young women are robbed to give birth to children. Everyone has a use.
The woman dried all the washed clothes, held the wooden basin against her waist, and looked at Gong Cheng inexplicably: "You don't need me to give you a child, do you want to wait for my daughter?"
The corner of Gong Cheng's mouth twitched as he looked at Yima Musong, who had just managed to walk steadily and was being tied by a woman with a thick hemp rope, and shook his head.
【Do you want revenge?】
Gong Cheng couldn't feel the hatred in the woman.
He did indeed kill the other party's son, brother and man.
The woman answered honestly.
[If I want to take revenge, I will die and my daughter will die too.]
So come to the conclusion don't take revenge.
Her grandma said the same thing.
These are the norm.
【If you want to live, men must be dogs and women must be prostitutes.】
Gong Cheng was shocked by her abnormal thoughts.
His lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a word.
Imamusong, who was sitting on the ground grabbing grass and trying to stuff it into his mouth, opened his big blue eyes and looked at the two "giants" in confusion.
She has no idea how exciting the conversation between two adults can be.
Two months later, the woman passed away due to dystocia.
She gave birth to a dying baby boy.
Gong Cheng happened to come over to deliver some daily necessities.
He couldn't save the woman even with force.
Woman:【Son or daughter?】
Gong Cheng said: [He is his son.]
The woman's eyes turned red when she knew her end was coming.
Gong Cheng:【If you have any last words, can you tell me.】
After thinking about it for a long time, the woman didn't know what her unfulfilled wish was. She had nothing but the child born in her belly.
Just when Gong Cheng thought she was gone.
A faint voice came from the woman's mouth.
【I don’t want my son to be a dog.】
【I don’t want my daughter to be a prostitute either.】
【If possible, I want them to treat them as individuals.】
Not long after the woman passed away, the frail newborn baby disappeared as well. Gong Cheng held the baby in his arms and sought medical advice. He nursed the baby all night long but did not stop him from being taken away. The Gong family lived in a very simple place, and the only decent doctor was
With just a little knowledge of pharmacology, this condition is better than that of most northern desert tribes. The medical conditions in other places are hard to describe. Those who treat diseases by bloodletting, eating dog feces, and opening their foreheads are those who do not take medicine seriously.
He buried mother and son together.
After thinking for a long time, I adopted Yimamusong.
[Does the tragedy of the weak stem from race?]
Gong Cheng looked at his palms. They were very clean, but he seemed to be able to see blood stains on them that couldn't be washed away.
[Or does it come from the strong? 】
The old lady sighed and looked at her grandson who had been confused all year round.
Others have had similar problems.
She said: [This is not something that can be considered right now.]
If Gong Cheng said this to other Gong clan members, especially the ancestors of the Gong clan who had died in battle, he would definitely have his head knocked off his head.
Gong Cheng became increasingly confused.
The old woman said humanely: [In your opinion, people are divided into strong and weak, and there is no distinction between old and weak, friend and foe, regardless of gender. But, Yunchi, the difference between people is not just strength and weakness, but also country, race, and gender.
, family background, rich and poor... As long as people still live among the crowd, they will inevitably be distinguished by these...]
Other tribesmen have some opinions.
But he still acquiesced to Yimamusong's adoption.
After all, he is a child raised by his own hands, and over time, he has developed feelings for her, not to mention that Ima Musong is indeed lovable.
Gong Shuwu saw Gong Cheng's daughter for the first time.
I have mixed feelings, but I sigh and accept it.
[Child, from now on, you will be an upright and normal person. 】
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I have Yang, my throat still hurts, and my sense of smell is not working well.
How did I find that my sense of smell ran away from home? I sprayed a new perfume today and found that the scent of this perfume, which is labeled as strong fragrance, is very light. I can only smell a slight smell of alcohol, which feels wrong. I sprayed it a few times more, and my mother said
I was already soaked in perfume and still sprayed it... So I changed to something else, and found that I could only smell the strong smell of alcohol...