An'an, when you read this letter, your mother has already gone to a far away place.
Because it's too far away, there's no way I can come back in this life.
I... am not a good mother.
Your grandma passed away when I was very young. No one taught me what a mother should be like.
I say this not to evade, but to regret.
I regret that I experienced such a lonely childhood, yet I was cruel enough to let you experience it too.
I regret that I gained nothing from my mother, and when I became a mother, I had nothing to give to my daughter.
I regret that as a mother, I have not taught you anything either.
I didn't teach you how a girl should protect herself, I didn't teach you right and wrong, I didn't teach you how to love someone... Of course, I don't have such qualifications and abilities.
I think your brother will teach you.
I hope your brother can teach you.
He is a very promising child, and it will be much better for you to live with him than with a useless mother like me.
This is the only place I can comfort myself.
An'an, you are a good boy.
do you remember?
At the end of that year, all the guys went home for vacation. The medicine shop had to exchange goods again. I moved the medicines back and forth dozens of times by myself, until I started crying.
When I finished crying, I turned around and saw you stumbling back to the warehouse one by one.
Many medicinal materials were mixed together, but my mother felt so warm.
At that moment, my mother felt extremely comforted, but also extremely lonely.
Loneliness is a devil that devours human reason, morality, and even humanity. It devours everything.
My mother was so devoured by this devil that she forgot how wonderful everything she had was. So much so that she lost everything.
sorry.
Mom shouldn't tell you this.
The weather is already very cold. Have you worn more clothes?
Mom sewed a winter coat for you and sent it to you with the letter. There was also a small hat, but it was only half done...that's all.
sorry.
I can't send you any more gifts in the future.
sorry.
I leave you again...
I am a shameful mother. But there is nothing I can do.
What I pursue has disappeared from this world, and I can only follow it to a far away place.
Never come back.
I wanted to leave quietly, but I felt that I had to say something to you. Whether it was a mother's last warning, or an irresponsible woman's last self-comfort.
I have to say something.
An'an.
This is the first letter that my mother has written specifically for you, and it is also the last letter.
I really don’t know what to say that would be the most appropriate thing to say.
An'an.
You have to take care of yourself.
You have to study hard. When you grow up, like your brother, you can also be admitted to a Taoist academy. You can also become a high official or a god.
No, mother should not ask you.
My mother has no such qualifications.
If you are too tired to practice, just do whatever you want.
You should still eat less sweets. Your teeth will be bad and not beautiful.
My An'an will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up. What kind of breathtaking beauty will that be?
Thinking about it, I feel like I can close my eyes.
An'an, you have to be good.
You have to listen to your brother.
You want to grow up happily and peacefully.
Nonsense is useless.
But besides these useless nonsense, Mom has nothing more to give you.
sorry.
I don’t know how your homework is now and whether you can fully understand these words.
You can also leave it to read later.
Or if you don't want to read it, that's okay.
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As I was writing this, my mother suddenly remembered the days when your father taught me how to write.
sorry.
Miss you.
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In the fourteenth year of Yongtai, on the first day of winter, Song Ruyi passed away.
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When he received the letter from Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang was in a state of great anxiety. Moreover, the letter was personally addressed to An An. Since it was a letter from Aunt Song, he did not go overboard and forwarded the letter directly to Jiang An'an.
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An An happily jumped into the study to read the letter.
Jiang Wang was thinking about his own problem.
There is something very wrong with the white lotus flower that appears on the body. The evil pattern does not appear to be the product of an orthodox Taoist sect.
There must be something wrong somewhere. But he had no one to discuss it with.
He does not have a knowledgeable elder who can be completely trusted and will support him at all times.
Dong A may be trustworthy, but with his upright character, if he learns that Jiang Wang is related to the heretics, he may be struck to death with one blow on the spot. He will exterminate his disciples in a righteous way.
As for Ling He and Zhao Rucheng, these two people can naturally be completely trusted, but they have just started to practice, so there is no need to have high expectations. Zhao Rucheng may have a more mysterious background, but when it comes to a heretic such as the White Bone Way, which just sounds weird just by the name,
Jiang Wang was unwilling to involve them no matter what.
He checked some Taoist scriptures, secrets, and some event records, but there was no information about the White Bone Tao. Either it never appeared in Zhuang State, or it had information erased.
The only thing Jiang Wang could confirm was that in his impression, there was no one or anything related to the White Bone Path.
The hidden connection with the Taiyin Star is also due to Taixu Illusion and not anything else.
Is the "secret" that the woman in black veil wants to know, an illusion of Taixu? What does that woman have to do with the Bone Path?
If she is a member of the White Bone Dao, what is her purpose? If not, if it is true as she said, she also comes from a certain orthodox sect, then why would she mention the White Bone Dao?
He suddenly thought of the black candle in Tongtian Palace, which was obtained from the heart-devouring demon. The Zhoutian Starry Formation was transmitted from Taixu Illusion, so there should be no problem. If there is something special in the body,
This is the black candle.
What is its origin? What is its secret?
While Jiang Wang was thinking, Jiang Anan ran out crying.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, An'an?" Jiang Wang knelt down and hugged her.
"Where is that far away place?" An An held up the letter in her hand, her big tears rolling down one by one: "Did my mother go to heaven like my father?"
Only then did Jiang Wang realize the seriousness of the problem. He picked up An An and coaxed her: "It's okay, it's okay. An An, don't cry. My brother is here. My brother is here. My brother is here with you."
While coaxing Jiang Anan, he took the letter and read it quickly.
The letter paper was very thin, but suddenly it seemed to be very heavy.
This letter was delivered normally. Judging from the length of correspondence between Wangjiang City and Maplewood City, the matter must have been irreversible.
Jiang Wang couldn't say how deep his feelings were for Aunt Song, but on the one hand, she was his father's wife, and on the other hand, she was An An's mother.
She has irreplaceable meaning to Jiang Anan and is a very important part of her life.
And now she is gone forever.
Although Jiang Anan is still young, a child does not understand everything.
Jiang Wang himself came from that age. He understands the sensitivity and fragility of children. He understands how uncomfortable the little guy feels.
On weekdays, when little An An falls down, Jiang Wang becomes extremely distressed.
Not to mention that his heart would be broken when he looked at her eyes that were swollen from crying.
"An An, be good, An An, don't cry. I have a brother, I have a brother."
"Woo woo woo, my mother, she..."
"An'an, An'an, brother will definitely give you an explanation."
Jiang Wang held her little head and said gently but firmly.
No matter who is involved, no matter what the reason.