Instead, he slowly pressed it on her face, causing her vision to go dark.
Before Jia had time to think about what had happened and what was about to happen next, she realized that the relatively hard cotton pillow that had been pillowed on her face was pressing tighter and tighter on her face, squeezing her facial features, and making her
Can't breathe.
Her survival instinct made her start to struggle.
She shouted "Jinping, Jinping" urgently, but the sound she made was just crushed by the musty pillow, and slipped back into her sore throat like a knife.
When her consciousness was almost nirvana, she heard the voice she had been thinking about day and night saying in a particularly calm but trembling voice -
"You and my father never gave me a good background and ruined my future. I have never complained at all, but... you really can't drag your son down anymore."
"You can go with peace of mind. When you see your father, remember to tell him that I alone can shine and occupy the lintel of the family, and I will definitely live up to his expectations..."
The woman who has been lingering on the sick bed for nearly half a year is like a withered pampas grass in autumn. It disperses when the wind blows, floating and falling silently.
Seeing that his mother no longer struggled, Zhan Yunzhu slowly withdrew his palm from the pillow.
After a while, the cotton pillow was removed, revealing the woman's slightly distorted face and a pair of empty and terrifying eyes.
The young man's slender fingers gently smoothed the indentations on the cotton pillow and placed it back behind the woman's head.
Then, the fingers pushed away the messy hair on the woman's face bit by bit, and slowly caressed the eyes to close them.
After doing all this carefully, he grabbed the woman's still warm palm and put it against his forehead.
"Mother, I know you won't blame me..."
A tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye.
The small, dark room was silent.
It took a long time for Zhan Yunzhu to open his eyes.
In sight, the pressure mark on the woman's face has completely disappeared, and the expression on her face has returned to eternal peace.
"……Mother!"
The young man's anxious and sorrowful shouts were heard.
The maid who was guarding the courtyard hurriedly opened the door and entered. When she saw clearly what was going on inside the house, her expression changed greatly and she exclaimed in surprise.
She bravely stepped forward to sniff Jia's breath, and her face immediately turned paler: "This..."
"How could mother leave like this..."
The young man kept shaking his head, as if he could not accept the fact that he and his mother had just reunited after a long absence and were separated forever.
"Mr. Zhan..." the servant woman comforted her somewhat at a loss: "My wife's illness is not just a day or two. The doctor also said before that there is not much time left... Maybe I saw Mr. Zhan come back today and it's over.
With all the worries in my heart, I let go of the breath I was holding on to..."
All in all, you can’t blame her for not taking good care of her!
Although the salary given by Master Ji is not generous, she is very conscientious in her work!
The young man didn't know whether he listened to her words. After a moment, he knelt down on the edge of the bed, trembling all over.
The guard heard the commotion and walked in to take a look. Seeing this, he was slightly startled and then retreated silently.
The maid stood aside and didn't know what to do. She tried to persuade him a few times, but when she saw that the young man had no response and seemed to have lost his soul, she had no choice but to walk out.
The person is dead, and there is no reason for her to stay here any longer. She should go back to the Yamen to explain the matter to Mr. Ji.
Alas, a great joy has turned into a great tragedy. Things in this world are really fickle.
The maid left the courtyard with a complicated mood.
Because the carriage at the entrance of the alley was so eye-catching and rare, the man with the knife hanging on his waist had previously been standing guard outside the courtyard gate, so it attracted many people watching the excitement nearby.
When they saw the servant girl coming out, many people gathered around and asked.
The servant girl sighed and told the general story of what happened.
Everyone was extremely surprised when they heard this, and started talking about it.
"This lady is so lucky..."
"Yeah, it's hard to wait until my son comes back..."
"It's God's will. Mr. Zhan feels so uncomfortable. The people in his family are dying, being exiled..."
"It's not..."
"This lady has been ill for some time. Maybe the Buddha showed mercy and brought her son back in time to die for her..."
"But having said that, since Mr. Zhan is still alive, why didn't he come back until today?"
"Didn't you listen to what the servant girl just said? I almost died when I drowned in the river. I injured my brain and suffered from amnesia. I can't remember who I was. I'm cured now."
"According to this, the Buddha really appeared..."
The son who had taken care of the funeral suddenly came back safely, and the mother was relieved and passed away peacefully in the company of her son——
This incident was so eye-catching that it spread quickly.
When the Zhan clan heard the news, they immediately sent two people over to find out the truth.
"Jinping, your mother was able to see you come back safely before she died, which is considered to be her wish. You should express your condolences..."
Although they had never shown up since Jia became ill, they could not pretend not to know that this nephew with a good reputation was back.
Originally, the clan had discussed that when Jia died of illness, all funeral arrangements would be simple, whatever would save trouble.
But now that my son is back and everyone is watching, I definitely can't do that.
Thinking of this, the tribesmen couldn't help but feel a little sad.
If you don’t come back sooner or later, why did you come back today?
The tribesman looked at his nephew kneeling beside the bed and sighed in his heart.
wrong……
His nephew didn't seem to have come back alone. Just now, he saw a cold-faced young man guarding the hall.
The nephew's clothes don't seem to be very desolate...
Could it be that during this period of time away from home, there were some bad luck?
In an instant, he thought of many possibilities, including but not limited to being adopted as a son-in-law or son-in-law by a wealthy man, etc. The tribesmen wanted to inquire a few words, but it was obvious that the young man was kneeling there motionless.
When he came in, he just called "Third Cousin" and didn't speak again, so he had to suppress the curiosity and speculation in his heart for the time being.
…
This matter soon reached Xu Mingyi's ears.
Zhu Xiu is a girl she found in the martial arts training ground.
After waking up from his nap, Xu Mingyi came to the martial arts training ground in the mansion to practice archery with Xu Mingshi.
At this time, after hearing Zhu Xiu's explanation of the matter, he did not deliberately avoid his brother.
"Mrs. Zhanjia...is dead?!" Xu Mingshi was quite surprised to hear this.
Xu Mingyi said coldly: "But how he died, I'm afraid it's not certain."
Zhan Yunzhu just went back today, and Jia died like this——
Although there is always no shortage of coincidences in this world, once all coincidences appear together with Zhan Yunzhu, they will most likely no longer be pure coincidences.
