Memories are a haunting thing.

Once you remember it, it's hard to put it back down.

It's always spinning in your head, keeping you from concentrating.

Xia Qing sat boredly at the banquet table.

Lord Rui was still lying on the main seat, looking drunk and unclear.

The place of Mochen next to him is still empty.

He hasn't come back since he said he was going to calm down.

The guests in the audience are still so lively.

They had no idea what was happening to the people on stage.

They are groups of bystanders, watching everything that happens here, one by one, one by one, they are always spectators.

Xia Qing looked at the wine glass on the table, and for the first time had the urge to drink.

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows.

She also wants to get drunk like Lord Rui, and never have to worry about these annoying things again.

In my mind, the figure of my mother still comes to mind from time to time.

The years they were together were the happiest days of Xia Qing's life.

Even the years that followed Qianmo later, they couldn't compare to the time when they were with their mother.

She misses the days that are gone.

Remembering the souls that have passed away.

Nostalgia for those memories that have passed.

How nice would it be if people could live in good memories for the rest of their lives?

She will go back to the time when she read books with her mother and was a female celebrity,

She would go back to cooking with her mother, writing calligraphy and painting,

She would go back to the time when she went to the big player next door with her mother to teach her how to play Go.

She even went back to the time when she joked with her mother that the son of the national hand family next door was good-looking and could marry her to him.

The deceased is like a husband.

These are real, only memories.

Mother has been beautiful all her life.

Because she died at her most beautiful time and did not experience the feeling of aging.

Mother was praised all her life.

But she still couldn't resist dying at the hands of those who praised her.

Man, what selfishness.

Even if she understands that she is a good person, she would rather sacrifice others to protect herself in order to protect herself.

Keep the pain to others and the happiness to yourself.

That's what people are.

Xia Qing smiled bitterly, and suddenly flashed scene after scene in front of her like a marquee.

The wine in his mouth is very bitter,

It is extremely strong when it is swallowed in the throat.

It was like burning her throat.

She suddenly felt a heartache.

The kind of pain that was pricked by a needle crept out.

She couldn't hold back her tears.

Yes, it hurts, it hurts from this unassailable heart.

It's not that she's not strong.

She just burned with the spirits.

I just want to relieve the pain.

Tears seem to be first-class and can't be stopped.

The mother's cry, the man's resolute back.

They all shouted in her head.

She pounded her head desperately.

Enough!

Don't show up again.

Don't make her miserable anymore.

She wanted to forget.

She wanted to forget.

So many years.

She grew from a little girl to a young girl.

Everything is changing, but this memory will not change.

It's always been in her mind, it's been living all the time.

Domineering so that she can't kick them out at all.

Are you going to get revenge on that man?

Is it really just that they want her to find him one day and take revenge on him?

She's embarrassed enough.

She didn't dare face the man.

Ever since he abandoned her, she had been trying to escape.

She was undoubtedly lucky.

He was rescued by Qianmo and did not drown in the river.

But she fell into the habit of being afraid of water.

She wasn't afraid of water, she was afraid of the man who threw her into the water.

The man who didn't have a trace of father-daughter affection for her.

His indifference, his cruelty.

All scared her.

She wanted to avoid him, to never see him in her life.

Once, Qianmo told her that she was a gift from God to this strange old man.

It's as warm as the afternoon sun, which makes him feel how warm it is to have family.

She asked him why anyone didn't want the sun.

Why would anyone hate sunlight.

Qianmo said that it was because the man lived in darkness, and he did not want the light to illuminate his world, and he was used to the darkness, so he unknowingly drove the light away.

At that time, she had just been rescued by Qianmo.

In her mind, she still remembered the appearance of the man very clearly.

Then she understood.

The man, he loves the dark.

There was no room for her and her mother in his world.

Even if it is a little light, he has to close his world with force, and not let the light invade.

So why did you give birth to her with her mother in the first place?

knew that he would hate her so much, but he still showed the appearance of a loving father when she was very young.

Obviously he wanted to throw her away, why did he still stretch out his hand at the last moment, as if to pull her up.

Obviously this is the case, but it still gives her a little hope.

Tears, rolling more and more, getting colder and colder.

In the end, she even thought she was covered in snow and ice.

Otherwise, why would she be so cold?

She was so cold that she wanted to trap herself.

But what she didn't expect was that her body suddenly and slowly warmed up.

It seems to be hugged slowly by a warm thing.

The cold body is slowly melting.

Is it Ganmo?

Did Qianmo save her?

She was dazed and wanted to open her eyes.

But he was almost unable to open the light that broke into his eyes.

It took a long time for her to open a slit.

She saw that her body was covered with several layers of bedding.

She was lying on a large lavish bed.

The quilt on his body also exudes a good smell of sandalwood.

There seems to be the fragrance of rice porridge coming from the nose.

She jerked her head to the side and saw a girl dressed as a handmaid holding a plate in her hand.

On the plate is a bowl of hot rice cereal.

"Ahh

When the servant girl saw that she had woken up, she was so excited that she could not do it.

She opened her mouth to speak, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

"I, I, I..... I'm going to call the Imperial Doctor now..... No, I have to find the prince!"

The maidservant hurriedly put down the porridge in her hand and ran towards the door.

Xia Qing was anxious to call her back, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

She's really fine, she's just hungry........

The maidservant soon returned with a physician.

Behind him, he was followed by Lord Rui in civilian clothes.

Xia Qing frowned, recalling why she was lying here.

But after thinking about it, I still can't figure out why.

The Imperial Physician put her hand back under the covers.

He finished cutting his pulse and stood up.

"Lord Wang, the girl is fine, but she just woke up and has no vitality, so she needs to make up for it. ”

He glanced in the direction of the rice porridge.

Xia Qing was about to cry!

Or does this doctor understand him!

"You, feed her porridge. ”

Lord Rui pointed to the little maid.

The maid blushed, and immediately picked up the porridge bowl to feed Xia Qing porridge.

Seeing that Xia Qing was eating normally, the imperial doctor got up and said goodbye.

In the room, only she and the little maid who fed the porridge and the serious face of Rui Wang Ye were left.

"Hibiscus girl, you're really ...... What a strange man......"