Although we haven't arrived in Jiangnan yet, it rains a lot here in summer. Last night's torrential rain has turned into a steady drizzle, and the already damp yard has gained an extra layer of moss overnight.
The door creaked, and a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella and a basket slung over her shoulder hurried in. The wooden clogs on her feet made a quick crunching sound on the stone road. She placed the oil-paper umbrella on the corridor and called softly to the door, "Madam."
No one responded at the door, but you could see a figure lying on his side behind the screen.
The girl's pretty face had long since lost the high spirits in front of outsiders. She sighed sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. She picked up the basket and entered the kitchen next to her. Not long after, she carried a bowl of soup and walked carefully into the house.
When she walked around the screen, she saw that the girl who had been lying down had sat up. The girl felt happy, but when she looked again she was disappointed.
The girl's eyes were still full of white kernels. If it weren't for the fact that the corners of her mouth were no longer drooling, she would be completely stupid.
"Madam..." The girl knelt down on the cushion mat, put the soup bowl on the low table, and said with trembling tears, "Madam."
The girl didn't react.
"Jiao Niang, Jiao Niang, grandma will feed you." The girl stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and said by changing her title.
The girl's figure moved slightly, and her eyes gradually turned.
The girl was overjoyed and carefully brought the bowl over with a spoon.
The spoon rested on the girl's lips for a moment, then she opened her mouth and ate.
The girl burst into tears again, but without stopping, she took another spoonful and sent it over.
After eating four bites in a row, the girl didn't open her mouth when it was served again.
This is not bad, the girl put down her job and wiped her tears with her sleeves.
"You said my name is Jiao Niang..."
Suddenly the girl's voice came, and the girl raised her head in surprise, only to see that the girl's eyes had returned to normal. Although they were still whiter and darker than ordinary people, it would make people's hearts chill when they stared straight at them.
"Madam! You're awake!" The girl grabbed the sleeves of her gown and cried with joy.
The girl let out a faint breath and turned her eyes. Although they were a little dull, her inner agility was gradually growing. She looked around, as if she was very unfamiliar with where she was.
"Banqin, how many times have I been sick this month?" she asked.
The voice was soft and soft, seemingly weak.
"As for my wife, it's the third time." The girl Banqin hurriedly replied.
The girl said oh.
"Last month, how many times?" she asked again, "You said it, but I can't remember it."
"My lady doesn't need to remember. My lady doesn't need to remember. I remember what I remember." Banqin said happily, "Five times."
The girl yelled again, raised her hands to rest her head on the low table, and looked at the screen thoughtfully, but because of the strange eyes, she looked more like sluggish.
The girl suddenly became a little nervous again and looked at her carefully.
"So, my illness is gradually getting better," the girl said.
Banqin breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, yes, my wife is fine, my wife is fine," she said.
The girl pursed her lips, as if she wanted to smile, but her face seemed too stiff to do so.
"Banqin, I can't remember who I am. Please tell me about the past," she said.
"Yes, yes." Banqin nodded quickly and knelt down in front of the girl.
It is now the fifth year of Emperor Qianyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty. My wife's surname is Cheng and her given name is Jiao Niang. She belongs to the Cheng family in Xihe, Jiangzhou. Her father is the governor of Bingzhou. The family originally lived in Bingzhou. Half a year ago, Ren Man and his family returned to Jiangzhou. Cheng Jiaoniang was ill because of illness.
Yangui lived alone in a Taoist temple outside the city.
"In fact, my wife has been raised in the Taoist temple since she was six years old." Banqin lowered his head and said.
"Because I was born a fool?" the girl asked, as if she was repeating to strengthen her memory, and she seemed to be questioning.
Banqin lowered his head.
"Yes." She said, then she thought of something and raised her head, "No, no, the lady is just sick. She is sick. Look, isn't the lady well now?"
The doubts and thoughts on the girl's face became more intense.
"Then why, I barely remember these things?" she murmured.
"Madam has been ill for more than ten years, so of course she doesn't remember those things, but, madam, don't you remember the old lady?" Banqin said with a bit of urgency.
old lady…
The figure of a white-haired old woman appeared in the girl's mind, smiling at herself.
My sweet little girl...
"Grandma..." the girl murmured.
With this murmur, her originally chaotic mind suddenly became agitated. There seemed to be many emotions and images, but she couldn't see them clearly and couldn't grasp them. It only gave her a headache that was about to explode.
"Madam, madam." Banqin saw the pain on her face and was so frightened that he knelt down to support her and shouted in panic, patting the girl's shoulder.
In her memory, there seemed to be a pair of hands that often comforted her like this. With Banqin's actions, the girl's mood gradually calmed down, and the pain subsided, leaving only a messy and inexplicable feeling in her mind.
"I am Cheng Jiaoniang. I am suffering from the fool's disease. My mother died early and my father remarried. I am not lovable. She said that she asked the immortal for advice and sent me to a Taoist temple for rest, and then he abandoned me and left." She said.
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As her mood recovered, her voice also gained strength, but it lost some of its softness. Her accent seemed a bit stiff and she sounded stiff and rigid.
Banqin lowered his head.
They said it was because she was ill and could not travel far, and they also said they would send someone to take her home after a while. In fact, they all knew the truth.
This idiot has been a shame to the Cheng family since the moment he was born. If Cheng Jiaoniang's mother hadn't insisted, she would have been drowned to death when she was diagnosed as an idiot by a doctor when she was one year old.
Because she was taking care of a stupid child and was scorned and ridiculed by her husband's family, Cheng Jiaoniang's mother died of illness when Jiaoniang was six years old. The Cheng family had an excuse to kick the child out of the house and send him to a Taoist temple.
Thanks to the care of her grandmother, Jiao Niang survived safely in the Taoist temple. However, her grandmother also passed away a year ago. Uncles and aunts would not spend a lot of money on the children of outsiders. The Taoist temple ran out of money for incense, but at this time Cheng Governor
He also left Bingzhou and left the child alone in the Taoist temple. Although he said that he would come to pick him up, it was not that easy after being thousands of miles apart.
It was obvious that Cheng Jiaoniang had been abandoned, and Cheng Jiaoniang's life suddenly became difficult.
In fact, the Cheng family had abandoned this child long ago.
There was silence in the room.
"Banqin, it's hard for you to serve me for so many years." The girl said slowly.
Banqin shook his head.
"Banqin's life was saved by the old lady. Banqin promised the old lady that he would serve his wife all his life," she said.
After Cheng Jiaoniang's mother died, her grandmother knew that the Cheng family was unreliable, the master was unreliable, and the servants could not be dedicated, so she specially gave two servants, one older and one younger, to serve Cheng all the time.
The older woman beside Jiao Niang died of illness a year ago, and now only Ban Qin is left.
The girl looked at her and moved the corners of her mouth. Banqin was already familiar with her expression and knew that she was smiling at herself. She grinned with tears in her eyes, which looked very funny.
It's so difficult to even smile. The girl reaches out and touches her face, as if this body is not hers. But at least she can walk steadily now and can talk. She just occasionally falls into a stupid illness and loses consciousness. I don't like it.
Sunshine likes dark tides, but overall her health is getting better and better.
Cheng Jiaoniang...
Her hands slowly caressed her face, the smooth skin...
It is really strange that I would have such a strange feeling about myself, but some memories will still appear in my mind, the fragmented memories of Cheng Jiaoniang, and some even stranger memories, such as seeing a doctor. (To be continued)
