"Mother." In a faint scene of smoke, a little girl kneels in front of a bed of Lingbo in dark red, carved with flowers, birds, and trees. She held the edge of the bed with one hand, and covered her nose with a handkerchief with the other, allowing the tears on her face to flood like a shallow stream. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and she wore a light blue cotton dress, wrapped in a small and thin body that had not yet developed, as if she could gently hold her whole person up like a butterfly with just a breeze.

"Yu'er." A young woman with a pale face called the girl next to the bed lightly, let the messy hair scatter on the wooden pillow, she raised her slender arm slightly, and gently wiped away the tears on the girl's face, "Yu'er, don't cry, come, mother is more comfortable now, you carry your mother to the window, let's feel the warmth of the sun together, I'm afraid that it will ...... from now on" A trace of fluorescence surged into the woman's eyes, she suddenly realized something, and quickly stopped the words in her mouth.

"Yes, Mother." Through a ray of light outside the window, the girl found that her mother's face had a faint flush, and the girl couldn't help but feel happy in her heart, didn't her mother really get better?

The girl took a light step, stood firm, and bent sharply in front of her mother's bed, stretching out her slender arms close to her mother's back.

"Miss, I'll come." A little girl hurried in through the door.

"Okay, Snow Goose, you can help me hold my mother's inside." The little girl wanted to share some of the burden for her mother as much as possible, so that her mother could spend less effort, but she didn't expect that her mother's body was lighter than she imagined, and she only needed a little force to pick it up, and at this moment her mother was like a fallen leaf that was about to drift from the branches.

The girl and the little girl supported their mother, and stood in front of the window, a touch of gold greeted them, and on the branch outside the window, a bird with red lips and green clothes was singing loudly towards the sun. As soon as the woman raised her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and a kind of sad beauty spread out in the thin morning light.

"Yu'er." The woman leaned on the girl's small body and held the girl's cold fingers with a somewhat warm hand.

"Mother." At this moment, how the girl wished that time could stop there.

"My Yu'er is dexterous and intelligent, but it's a pity that she was born as a daughter." The woman slowly turned her head and looked at the girl, her watery eyes were full of pity, "Alas! ”

"Mother, why does your daughter have to stay in the boudoir? Why can my daughter only make vases? Hearing her mother's sigh, the girl's little heart gave birth to infinite melancholy, although she still can't fully understand the pain of women, but she has begun to faintly feel the imprisonment and misfortune of women from her talented and worried mother.

"The branches and leaves are nowhere to go, what about the breeze, the words of knowing each other are still in my ears, and Yi Huanchun's heart is in the mud ......." Jia Min lightly opened his lips and told the grievances in his heart.

"What would it be like if we were to change the place and let women be as comfortable as men?" The girl muttered.

"Somewhere else?" The woman's eyes lit up, but then dimmed, "Is there such a place?" ”

"Jia Min, your time has come, it's time to go with us." Hearing the voice, the woman turned around and saw a bull head in green clothes standing behind her, and two ghosts in the face of the horse.

"You're here." Jia Min raised his hand and stroked the hair that fell from his cheeks, and smiled miserably.

"Who's coming?" Little Snow Goose stared around with wide eyes.

"Yu'er, mother is going here, you-to, take good care of yourself, mother will bless you, if your father sends you to your grandmother's house in the future, you must remember, your grandmother is there, but the big family, you must be self-denying, don't say a word, take an extra step, cough cough ......" The door turned around and walked to the bed, and with the support of her daughter, she slowly lay back on the bed, she raised her head slightly, trying to look at Daiyu on the wooden couch in front of the bed, the sorrow in her heart gradually calmed down, only a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

"Mother!"

"Madame......" While Daiyu was crying sadly, Lin Ruhai chatted about the cheongsam with one hand, hurriedly raised his feet and stepped over the threshold, and entered the room.

"Master, you, you're finally back, come back......" Jia Min stretched out his arm and raised it into the air, only pausing for a few seconds, just at the moment when Lin Ruhai was about to hold her hand, the slender arm finally hung down.

Yu'er, mother has gone first, maybe I can find the place you mentioned - the woman saw her body floating, but unfortunately her Yu'er could no longer hear her voice.

, "Mother." The girl's cry is so clear! Suddenly her shallow heart hurt, she grabbed her chest with one hand, turned over from the nightmare, and it was already faintly bright outside the window.

"Smack." The light on the head of the bed was turned on, and he was about to go to the bathroom.

"Didi......" is the phone ringing at the bedside.

"Hey, Yi Nian, how did you know I was awake?"

"I was in front of the window downstairs in your house and saw you turn on the lights." On the other end of the phone, it was quite proud, childish laughter.

"What?" Qingqian couldn't cry or laugh, she took her mobile phone and walked to the window, and sure enough, a small car with flashing lights stopped in the lower right corner of the downstairs, on an empty ground.

"Do you come down, or do I go up?"

"I'd better go down." Qing Qian looked up at his son's room, then hurriedly put on a coat, opened the door, and walked into the elevator outside the door.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, I have to go back to the country in the morning, my mother is still waiting for me, I, I want to ask, you, will you go to the country with me?" Take your son with you. “

"It's too fast, right. I, I'm not ready, yet, I haven't told my son yet......"

"That's right, too, don't worry, I'll wait." Yi Nian's smile, so firm. But my shallow heart is becoming more and more difficult, how should I tell my son?

"Well, we'll see you next year."

"Okay, see you next year." Yi Nian took Qingqian's hand and pulled her into his arms.