Chapter 137: Fantasy Dream
At that time, they were still living in the old house of the Jiang family in Linping. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Although the info house has been renovated several times, it still looks mottled with an old smell. Especially on rainy days, it is called pouring heavy rain, whether it is wood, bricks and tiles, they will exude bursts of decay.
Jiang remembered that whenever it rained, her mother would take her to see the flowers. In the heavy rain, the flowers and trees seem to have become different from usual, the branches and leaves are greener, and the stamens are more delicate, which is a beautiful scene.
That afternoon, there were dark clouds in the sky, and soon it was pouring rain, and she took her umbrella and pulled her clogs to find her mother.
But when she went to her mother's house, there was no one there. The maids and daughters-in-law didn't know where her mother had gone, as if this person was a wisp of green smoke, the fog dissipated at sunrise, and disappeared as soon as the morning breeze blew.
She heard the crackling of the rain outside, and she cried and clamoured to see her mother.
A group of people searched around, almost turned the Jiang family's old mansion upside down, and finally found the person in a corner.
Although the place is not tattered, it has nothing to do with being clean and neat, and even the maids and ladies rarely go there. No one understands why Jiang's mother wants to stay there alone.
She was alone, dressed in plain clothes, and squatted on the platform with her knees crossed.
The long hair was draped black at the back of his head, and only the end was loosely tied with a ribbon.
When she heard the footsteps, she didn't look back, just stared at the rain curtain in a daze, not moving or speaking. The big maid in her room came up to call her, but she didn't seem to hear it, and she didn't even lift her eyelids.
Everyone felt strange and at a loss, so they wanted to stop Jiang from letting her trouble her mother.
At that time, it happened that her father was not at home, and her mother was the only one in the house who could make up her mind.
If her mother doesn't speak, no one has a clue and no way. They just think that their wives are contemplative, or they are in a bad mood, and they just think about taking a good look at the little master.
But Jiang is young and not sensible, he said that he wanted to see his mother, but now he can't see anyone, how can he be willing. She shook off the maid who was with her, trotted all the way, and stepped on the puddle to meet her mother.
The rain was blown by the wind and hit her face obliquely, and she was wet as if she had cried.
She reached out and rubbed her eyes, called "mother" in her mouth, and threw herself on her mother's back.
This time it pounced violently, like a ball of meat smashed down, and the mother was so pounced by her that she leaned forward and almost fell down.
She was afraid, put her hands around her mother's neck, inhaled the cool air and shouted "mother", asking her to go back with her and accompany her to enjoy the flowers.
However, the mother looked back at her, and after watching her for a long time, she seemed to come back to her senses, hugged her to her and smiled, "Why did you get here?"
When the little Jiang heard this, he pouted, stretched out his hand and pointed to the heavy rain outside the eaves and said, "It's raining!"
Her mother was stunned, turned her head to look at the sky, looked dazed, and after a while muttered: "When is it raining......
Jiang patted her on the shoulder, and the rain on her head was wet at some point, and the clothes on her body were darkened: "Your clothes are wet." ā
Her mother followed her little hand and lowered her head, and she was stunned again.
The corner of the garment looked like it had been soaked for a long time. This heavy rain should have been falling for a while.
She looked at her daughter blankly, shook her head, and said, "It's really strange. ā
Jiang sat down like her, tilted his head and asked her, what was strange.
She listened to the childish voice of the child, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to speak, but suddenly stopped. Jiang Shi tugged at her sleeve and shook it: "Mother, what's strange?"
The woman frowned and shook her head very slowly: "It's not strange, it's my mother who had a strange dream." ā
When she heard this, she was very curious, and hurriedly chased after her mother and asked what kind of strange dream it was. But the mother didn't say anything, only grabbed her with a smile, patted her on the buttocks, and said with a smile that she wouldn't tell her.
She was about to ask, but her mother had already grabbed her and stood up and walked inside.
She muttered and asked what the dream was, and her heart was like a cat's claw, and it was very unbearable.
At last, her mother told her that she had no choice but to say to her with a smile - "My mother dreamed that you had grown up." ā
......
Then, in a blink of an eye, decades passed.
Now Jiang is standing under the corridor, looking at Taiwei, repeating the words he heard from his mother many years ago to his daughter, and his face turned white as he spoke.
It's just a dream, what living person doesn't dream?
She said that she was young, but she was not young, and when she heard her mother tell her like that, she would only take it as a joke, and she would skip it and not mention it again. But now, after all that she had experienced, when she thought back to what her mother looked like and what she had said, she felt that something seemed wrong at every turn.
Jiang Shi clenched his hands a little nervously.
Tai Wei slowly narrowed her eyes.
When she came back from the dead and opened her eyes to see her grandmother and the others, she only felt that it was impossible, when she found out that she had indeed returned to the past, she thought she was alone, and when she was convinced that her mother's so-called madness was not the truth at all, she only felt happy and relieved.
But at this moment, when her mother talked about her grandmother, she was confused.
Don't...... Did my grandmother really see the so-called "heavenly machine" like them?
Taiwei looked at her mother's face beside her, and her bloodless appearance made her can't help but wipe her face. Her complexion, I'm afraid, is not much better than her mother's.
Tai whispered: "After that, what is wrong with my grandmother?"
Jiang said with a white face: "I can't remember." ā
Maybe there is, maybe not.
She was too young to forget a lot of things.
She shook her head and said, "It's not good, maybe I'm thinking too much." ā
It's been so long, and her mother hasn't been alive for many years, and now she just wants to ask for a certificate, but there is no trace.
Jiang sighed.
Taiwei asked again: "Push it up, what about my great-grandmother?"
Jiang Shi made her a little frightened, and after thinking about it, she shook her head: "She died early, and I haven't seen her twice, so how can I remember her clearly." "If her mother is still alive, she may be able to ask.
Jiang Shi stared into his daughter's eyes and asked, "Are you thinking that this has happened in every generation?"
She was frightened by the thought of herself.
Taiwei bowed his head and said, "Think about it, isn't this weird?"
When she first came back, she wondered why this had happened to her. When she died, she didn't cry and look forward to doing it all over again.