When he was a child, Yun Qianhua, who was sleepy, was lying in the quilt and turning over and over but always couldn't sleep, and the low bed made of bamboo and wood was tossed and creaked, disturbing the wing room next door.

"Qianhua, what are you doing?" A soft and gentle voice with a gentle warmth came from next door, Yun Qianhua heard this soft call, the restless feeling was slightly soothed, and he couldn't help but take a long breath, unable to come: "Grandma, my heart is beating so fast! It seems that there is a bug biting me in my head! Uncomfortable, so hot, so hot...... It's so hot...... Jiang Er is so uncomfortable....... ”

"Little Jiang'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Grandma is coming with you, grandma will come immediately!" After hearing the crackling sound of the glass bead curtain outside the door, the bamboo door in the girl's room was hurriedly pushed open.

"Jiang'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid that grandma is here!" The woman strode towards the bed, a strong uneasiness surged up in her heart inexplicably, and her pale fingertips trembled slightly and pinched her incense sleeves tightly. "Jiang Er is fine, it's okay. Everything will be fine, it will be!" The woman gritted her teeth word by word, trying her best to persuade herself to stay calm, but at this moment, she was extremely distressed.

For so many years, every time Yun Qianhua's illness attacked, except for relieving the pain with the Holy Maiden, it has never been cured. Now that I think about it, the interval between the onset of Qianhua's illness is getting shorter and shorter, fortunately, this year's Holy Maiden Song Fruit ripened early, and she had already taken it at noon, otherwise, Xiao Jiang'er would be even more difficult tonight.

The girl who kept rolling on the bed in pain, tightly tugging on the corner of the quilt in her hand, tilting her little head, frowning, grinning, the wrinkles on her face were painfully twisted together, and her already old and somewhat ugly face was covered with sweat at this time, which was even more uncute. The woman did not dislike the poor person on the bed because of this, and reached out to gently take Qianhua into her arms.

"Grandma, I want to listen to grandma sing, grandma... Sing fast... This will make Jiang Er more comfortable......" Qianhua smiled reluctantly while enduring the pain on her body. Qianhua herself doesn't know why every time she is sick, as long as she listens to her grandmother singing, she will feel much more comfortable, and she can dream of the sweetest dreams and the most beautiful things. I don't know why every time the saint's chant fruit is ripe, she happens to get sick, she wants to cry, but she knows that no matter how painful she is, she can't cry, looking at her grandmother's face that is more uncomfortable than herself, she feels guilty.

The woman nodded slightly, gently shaking the lovely child in the crook of her arm, her eyes were shining, and her eyes were soft. Yoyo sang:

Three thousand feet of gray hair

There is no worry about a rod

There is more than an inch to worry about

It's all immortals crying and walking in the wind

When will the silver silk return to Qingxiu overnight

The lantern shines on my heart

......

The ethereal and ethereal singing touches the heartstrings, mixed with the woman's thousands of thoughts, reverberating in the entire bamboo forest, floating into the dreamland of Qianhua, soft and gentle, warm and peaceful.

The woman saw that the child in her arms was gradually breathing steadily, and fell asleep peacefully, and a hanging heart was finally relaxed. There are still worries in my heart, it is not a way to drag it out like this, Qianhua's illness is getting worse and worse every time, and it is not a way to alleviate it with the Holy Maiden Song Fruit, if the Holy Maiden Song Fruit is used up, I am afraid that Qianhua can only suffer and wait for death!

In the final analysis, the sinner can only be himself, if he hadn't insisted on going his own way, harming Qianhua and his son for his own selfish interests, and the ancient country that everyone admires and envies, it would not have ended like this.

The woman choked up, thinking of the bloody and cruel Tu Liao six years ago, and her heart still trembled.

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After two hours, the sky outside the window was just bright, and the white light in the sky scattered into the bamboo house, "Grandma, grandma...... Grandma" A few immature voices echoed weakly in the room, causing the beauty who had been sitting on the ground to pull back her thoughts, and there were still undried tears on her fair face.

"Qianhua, are you awake, are you still in pain?" the woman's good-looking eyebrows stared nervously at the little man in her arms, and caressed the villain's chest with one hand.

"Grandma, little Jiang'er is fine, grandma is so good. The little girl hugged the fairy-like grandmother in front of her, her heart was full of happiness, although Qianhua didn't know why the young and beautiful girl let herself call her grandma, but Yun Qianhua didn't care, she could call her whatever she wanted, after all, grandma was her only relative.

"Qianhua, you have been with your grandmother for so many years, do you have any interesting things to tell your grandmother about your childhood? For example, when Qianhua was in her hometown, or the names of the family, Qianhua still hasn't remembered it?" The woman stared at the white-haired and old-faced girl in front of her apologetically, and asked tentatively.

It's been six years, and the little girl in front of her is still the same size as when she was taken away from Yunfu Country, and there is no trace of growth at all, as if her growth has been inhibited for some reason.

"Grandma, if you don't say it, Qianhua really can't remember, you forgot, Qianhua's name is still your name, Qianhua only has one relative, grandma. A pair of bright eyes stared at the woman intently, and said seriously.

Since Yun Qianhua woke up from a coma, it seems that she has forgotten all her previous memories, even who her surname is, and where she lives! And the beautiful grandmother around her does not dislike her born appearance, and has always taken care of her meticulously, teaching her to read and write, and practice martial arts. Yun Qianhua thought very simply, no matter where she was in the future, as long as she was there, she would be at ease.

"Grandma is actually the youngest daughter of the patriarch of the Fire Sparrow Clan - Wu Ning, whose name is Jinglan. Wu Ning said cautiously.

"Grandma's name is so good, Wu Jinglan, Jinglan...... Qingliang Yuwawu raises orchids, and the powder sleeves sit and watch. Qianhua bit the tip of the pen and read her grandmother's name and slowly wrote on the paper. The woman's heart was warm as she watched from the sidelines.

"Qianhua, no matter how much your memory is restored in the future, what do you remember, even if Qianhua ignores grandma, grandma will not blame you. Wu Ning said in a low voice with sadness on his face, thinking about the Zheng'er and those innocent people he had lost, his eyes were filled with tears, and he could not forgive himself.

"Grandma is so good to Qianhua, just like her father......! Father, what is Father, what is Father....." Qianhua was stunned, her eyes were suspicious, as if she was thinking about something, and the woman was also stunned when she heard it, and her cheeks were crimson. Wu Ning stretched out his hand and took Qianhua into his arms, and said gently: "Qianhua, you just need to remember that your surname is Yun, Yun Qianhua, the word Jiang, is a very important person to get a name for you,." Grandma hopes that you can spend your life freely and safely like a crane going to the pond to rest, and live up to your youth, Jiang Sheng is warm!" Wu Ning looked at the "little old lady" in his arms with doting eyes and continued: "But at the moment we have an important matter, Grandma hopes you will remember it!"

Qianhua opened her eyes wide, shook her head and couldn't think about vague things, listening carefully to her grandmother's words, although she didn't know how important the important things her grandmother said, but in her world, as long as she lived well, accompanying her grandmother was the most important thing for her.