The servant woman then realized that she had hindered the long-awaited reunion of mother and son, and hurriedly responded: "It should be, it should be, look at how confused I am!"
Then he turned around with a smile and walked out, closing the door from the outside.
Hearing the footsteps far away, Zhan Yunzhu slowly turned his head and looked at his mother, who was much older due to illness.
"Jinping..."
Mrs. Jia held her son's hand tightly and shouted the name she thought about day and night with tears in her eyes.
"My mother's health is not good... My son is extremely ashamed that he has not been able to serve his mother during this period of time." Zhan Yunzhu raised his other hand and wiped Jia's tears.
"This is the retribution my mother deserves. My mother will not complain to anyone..."
Jia's eyes were a little dazed and she said: "In order to gain access to the Xia family, we did such a wrong thing and harmed an innocent girl... Owing such a bad debt, this is retribution, just like the divine thunder dropped from the sky...
The kind of retribution that makes the murderer of the Xia family invisible..."
She was a Buddhist, and when she helped her husband do those things, she had a bad conscience. But when something happened, she first thought of retribution.
She couldn't afford to fall ill. Although she was hit by the accident of her husband and son, she was also trapped in guilt and repentance day and night and could not escape.
And because he didn't have money to buy tonics and hire a skilled doctor, his body could only collapse little by little.
Hearing her talk about this matter, Zhan Yunzhu looked at her straightly: "Mother, these things have passed, so don't mention them again."
At the beginning, the world didn't know that he was also a participant.
If word got out, everything he had worked so hard for could easily be destroyed again.
It seems that my mother is really sick and confused...
"No...my mother said this because she has something important to tell you..." Jia looked at her son and said, "Jinping, we have to remember that everything has a cause and effect, and you can't do anything bad when you are alive..."
"Have you heard about your sister?" When mentioning her daughter, Jia burst into tears and her voice became hoarse: "She was the one who didn't know anything about that matter, but she was also affected by the evil in our family.
The debt was implicated, as if he was possessed by evil spirits, and he plotted against the Xu family girl for no reason... and ended up being exiled. What do you think this is if it's not retribution?"
Seeing that she kept saying this as if she was in a daze, Zhan Yunzhu stopped stopping her and just looked at her calmly.
"I repent in front of the Buddha every day... I beg the Buddha over and over again to grant all retributions to me alone, as long as my hibiscus can come back alive and safe, even if it makes me suffer to the point of pain.
I am willing to die - Jinping, tell me, did the Buddha hear it?"
Mrs. Jia cried and laughed and said, "That means God still cares about my son... Our family has suffered enough retribution."
As he spoke, a gleam of hope burst out in his eyes: "Jinping, we still have a chance. From now on, we must do good deeds, do good deeds, and accumulate good fortune and virtue... life will always get better..."
Zhan Yunzhu smiled and said: "Mother is right, life will get better. My son has made a contribution to saving his life, and it won't be long before he can become an official in the court."
"Help..." Jia was surprised, happy, and even more disbelieving: "Seriously?"
Zhan Yunzhu nodded.
"After my son fell into the river, he was rescued by Master Ji, Minister of the Ministry of War. However, he suffered from amnesia and forgot the past. He only remembered it a few days ago and hurried to see his mother."
He knows what to say to make his mother happy.
As for the difficulty and danger of the process, there is no need to mention half a word, and let my mother listen to it happily.
"Mother knows that you are filial. If you haven't come back for so long, something must have happened..." Jia warned: "Ji Shangshu saved you, and he is your noble benefactor. We must repay him well in the future!"
Then he said: "There is also Mr. Ji from Jing Yamen, Mr. Ji Fuyin... he is also a good person and a good official! And there is Miss Xu, Jiaojiao almost harmed others, but after Jiaojiao was taken to the Yamen, Miss Xu...
He even sent someone to take care of me... This must be because he still cares about the friendship between our two families in the past..."
A smile overflowed from Zhan Yunzhu's eyes, and he said slowly: "Zhaozhao has always been a hard-spoken person with a kind heart..."
"Yes, we should not only express our gratitude, but also apologize in person. When my mother is better, we will go to the Zhenguo Palace to apologize together. The Xu family has always been generous and generous, and they will definitely forgive us..."
Zhan Yunzhu let out a faint chuckle, narrowed his eyes and looked at his old and sick mother.
Didn't her mother say that as long as he came back, she would be willing to suffer all the pain and torture to death?
Why are you now thinking about taking good care of yourself?
Sure enough, people are greedy and never satisfied.
His eyes looked at his mother's dry lips, sallow face, cloudy eyes, and dry and gray hair inch by inch.
"What did the doctor say about mother's illness?"
"The doctor said..." Jia's eyes dodge for a moment, as if she didn't want to worry her son: "The doctor said that if you take good care of yourself, you will be fine, and now that my mother has seen you back, she feels that she is mostly cured..."
Zhan Yunzhu nodded, turned around and raised his hand to pour a bowl of tea. He brought the gapped rough porcelain bowl in front of Jia and said, "Mother, have a sip of tea."
Seeing her son at his bedside was something that could only happen in a dream. Mrs. Jia was filled with joy and joy and drank from the bowl in her son's hand.
But the tea had already gone cold, and she only drank a few sips before coughing violently.
Zhan Yunzhu put the tea bowl down slowly and patted her back gently.
Jia's face turned strangely red from coughing, and when he stopped, all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away.
Zhan Yunzhu helped the person lie down.
"Jin Ping... Mom is fine, don't worry." After a loud cough, Jia's voice became frighteningly hoarse.
"But the son doesn't want his mother to suffer like this anymore." Zhan Yunzhu sighed softly and said in a low voice: "My mother's illness probably won't be cured... My son can only repay his mother's kindness in giving birth in his next life.
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"Mom will be fine..." Mrs. Jia shook her head towards her son and tried her best to twitch her lips, trying not to look so painful.
In his sight, the son stretched out his hand and took the pillow standing at the head of the bed.
Jia was still smiling.
Her son is very filial, she will get better, and since he wants to be an official, he should get married and have children soon, and then she can also enjoy the happiness of family...
She will teach children to do good deeds and do good deeds...
The vitality in her heart was spreading rapidly, and her expectations for the future made her temporarily forget to feel the pain in her body.
However, the pillow taken by her son was not placed behind her head as she imagined...
