The afternoon sun shines in the quiet temple courtyard on the top of the mountain. On the towering ginkgo tree in the corner, cicadas roar at the top of their lungs.
It was clearly a hot and boring noon, but the people in the small courtyard had serious expressions and stood quietly. No one spoke first.
Xi Yalan looked through the clothes in her hands several times, then put the swaddling quilt in the box into her arms, hugging her cherishedly, then turned her head and looked up at the girl in the pink dress in the courtyard.
Day and night, sun and moon change, and the eighteen years are like a fleeting moment.
Once, the little baby that he held in his arms, with a flushed face and pale eyebrows, is now standing under the tree, slim and graceful, with delicate features.
She has always been in front of her, but she never recognized her at first sight.
Self-blame, guilt, discomfort, and the surprise of regaining something all hit Xi Yalan's heart.
She suppressed the overwhelming emotions in her heart and said in a hoarse voice: "My child, I am your mother!"
Xia Qianqian was stunned at the moment. When she turned to look at Hu Tang, his expression was also puzzled.
Xi Yalan held the small coat in her hand, turned to the peach blossom embroidery, and introduced excitedly: "My child, take a look, these peach petals were sewn by my mother herself, and the yellow pistils of this peach blossom were sewn with special golden cicada silk.
Made from scratch, the color is bright and it won’t change color no matter how long it takes.”
"Xian'er, you are my Xian'er.!"
She staggered forward, stretched out her hand slowly, and put her fingers on the side of her face, hesitantly daring to touch.
"Xian'er, how many times have I dreamed that you would come back to me, hold my hand, and call me mother?"
"Eighteen years have passed, and many people have told me that you are dead and there is no hope of survival. But our mother and daughter are connected, and I have always believed that you are still alive!"
"Xian'er, my Xian'er!"
The cold fingers finally fell on Xia Qianqian's face, caressing her carefully. Finally, she rushed forward regardless and held Xia Qianqian in her arms.
She hugged the person in her arms tightly, "wuwuwu" and cried non-stop.
And Xia Qianqian was exaggerated by Xi Yalan's emotions, and her eyes became moist at some point.
"Madam." She hugged her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.
"I'm not your wife, I'm your mother!"
Xi Yalan corrected her name, released her from her arms, and looked at each other. She said eagerly: "Good boy, Xian'er, please call me mother, okay?"
Xia Qianqian pursed her lips and reminded her with a trembling voice: "Madam, I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person!"
"Child, you are my child, how could I admit the wrong person!"
She took her hand, lifted the cuff of her right wrist, rolled up the cherry red sleeve handkerchief, and explained word by word: "When my fairy was born, there were butterflies on her right wrist.
shaped birthmark."
"You also have the same birthmark on your body. You have her childhood clothes. Your appearance is very similar to that of me as a girl. How could you not be my child?"
This time, she gently held her in her arms, tried her best to control her voice and emotions, and said warmly: "My child, it's over, it's over."
"No matter what happened to you, it has passed. From now on, mother will love you and love you, and will never let you be wronged in the slightest."
Xi Yalan hugged Xia Qianqian, and in the quiet temple, the sound of the woman crying with joy could be heard.
Xia Qianqian's body was stiff, standing blankly, letting her hold her, venting her grievances.
Hu Tang's expression on the side was very different. It was obvious that he had never expected that things would develop to such an extent.
"Madam, it's sunny outside, let's go inside and talk more about it."
Under the eaves, a man's cold voice came.
Xia Qianqian turned her head and looked, and saw a figure flashing out from behind the vermilion pillar.
It's a cuttlefish.
He is always like this, no matter what situation he encounters, he can always deal with it calmly and calmly.
Ji Zimo stared at her confused look, with thousands of emotions hidden in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
He has probably never seen such a heartless girl.
He is her boyfriend, and instead of being afraid to avoid the invitation from the man next to her, she dares to be alone and come to this strange place with him.
Has she forgotten?
In the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, she was once assassinated and almost lost her life.
Seeing Ji Zimo, Xia Qianqian glanced at Hu Tang again, frowning in distress: "Why are you here?"
"Is this what I should be asking you?" He looked at her coldly.
Xia Qianqian is silent.
Perhaps because of the many things going on recently, his temper is somewhat bad. When he speaks, he always feels like he is having a bad temper.
"I'll do it..." She pushed Xi Yalan away gently, not knowing how to explain for a while.
In front of the two of them, if she mentions that Hu Tang helped her find her memory and identity, it would be equivalent to indirectly admitting that she is Lan Yu and a wanted criminal.
She glanced at Hu Tang and couldn't help but lie, "Mr. Hu's friend kept some things here. He wanted to take them out and have a look, but unfortunately the lock couldn't be opened. Hahaha..."
She smiled sarcastically and touched her nose, "You know, I have some research on everything, and I am particularly good at this kind of unlocking work. Wow haha..."
This explanation is really far-fetched.
The three people stood there, staring at her seriously.
Hu Tang thought for a while and said: "My friend is you. These things are also yours."
This Hu Tang, watching the excitement is not a big deal.
Under the gaze of the three people, Xia Qianqian nodded and thought seriously for a while, then she felt something was wrong, "How did you three meet to come to Daxing Temple together?"
Ji Zimo finally understood.
Does this girl think of them as a group and suspect that they have set a trap for her?
His eyes were so angry that he whispered: "Over the years, people who want to be the legitimate daughter of Marquis Pingyang have been able to line up from the capital to Fu'an Village. Do you think we want to abduct you?"
"Xian'er, don't refuse mother!"
Xi Yalan grabbed her sleeve and said in a deep voice: "I know that you must have too many doubts in your heart. In the same way, so do I."
"What happened when you were a baby? My mother will tell you everything later."
"As for how you survived after being in danger, and how you were considered your biological daughter by Li Yunniang, this matter is complicated. Let us investigate it bit by bit, okay?"
While talking, she held Xia Qianqian's hand and whispered softly: "Let's go to the wing over there to talk."
The two packed up the boxes on the floor and walked hand in hand to the guest room at the back of the courtyard.
Hu Tang stood there, with one sentence echoing in his mind.
The legitimate daughter of Marquis Pingyang.
How could Lan Yu have such a prominent status?
In the past, I felt that the distance between the two of them was very far.
A peasant girl and a young man from an aristocratic family will definitely not get the approval of the people in the family, but as long as he works hard and persists, there may be hope for the two of them.
But if his status is reversed, how can he, a young man from a noble family in a remote town, be worthy of the daughter of Marquis Pingyang?
