The shadow of the birch candle is faint, and the brocade curtain is half rolled. The soft and tranquil night breeze sneaks into the room and makes the lights dim.

Mother sat in front of Ling Qingyun's bed, whispering, and Ling Qingyun talked about her going to worship Buddha today.

"The little maid next to the in-laws is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is usually the best at pleasing the old lady, so she is very favored.

This time I went to worship the Buddha, and the old lady took her with her, only letting her hold it. Your second aunt and cousins were also pushed aside.

Somehow, when the maid got up, her feet slipped and the old lady fell. The mother said slowly in a soft voice.

The old lady in her mother's mouth is Mrs. Cheng, the mother-in-law of the second aunt. Mrs. Cheng went to worship the Buddha and invited Ling Qingyun's grandmother and mother.

Their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law also followed.

Ling Qingyun's mother happened to want to light a lantern for Ling Qingyun.

I didn't think that a good worship of the Buddha could actually cause an accident.

The eldest brother said: "The old lady is fine, did you fall and hurt yourself?" ”

"My waist hit the table in front of the shrine, knocking off all the fruits on the table, and the saucer shattered. It's hard to say that there is nothing to say, but it is true that it is unlucky. Mother sighed.

After sighing, her mother patted her chest gently.

Now it sounds light, and when I was in the temple before, my mother was also frightened, and she had never seen such a big mistake.

Ling Qingyun understands that people who believe in Buddhism are particularly religious.

The loss of state in front of the Buddha is disrespectful to the Buddha, and he is only afraid of causing disaster.

The in-laws are about to celebrate their 60th birthday, and they can be regarded as old men. At such an age, if you lose your posture in front of the Buddha again, I am afraid that your longevity will be damaged.

Ling Qingyun didn't interject, and listened to her eldest brother and mother silently.

"Mother, it wasn't you who hit the Buddha shrine." The eldest brother smiled and comforted his mother. He could tell that his mother was worried about it.

"Yes, mother." Ling Qingyun also spoke.

Her voice was hoarse and her throat was a little dry.

The mother smiled and said, "Wan'er is much better than yesterday."

She stretched out her hand and touched Ling Qingyun's head, very doting. Her palm was warm, and it was soaked into Ling Qingyun's heart from her head, which was extremely steady.

They talked for a while, sat with Ling Qingyun, and asked someone to bring rice porridge to Ling Qingyun to eat, and then dispersed.

Ling Qingcheng accompanied his mother out of his sister's yard.

The moonlight on the tenth day of the month was clear and bright, like a thin veil lightly.

The mother and son walked back slowly.

Ling Qingcheng sent his mother back to the main courtyard and was about to leave, but his mother stopped him.

She sent out all the maids and mothers-in-law who served, leaving only the eldest son to speak in front of her.

"If you asked Wan'er, did you ask?" Mother asked Ling Qingcheng softly in an inaudible voice.

She sighed, her breathing slightly condensed, as if she was a little nervous.

Ling Qingcheng's gentle and handsome face suddenly became stern.

"Asked." He replied to his mother. His voice was equally soft, lighter than the night wind.

"What did she say?"

"I'm afraid it's nonsense." Ling Qingcheng said, "I asked her what sister she was looking for, she didn't remember, she didn't hide it at all, and she couldn't think of a reason for it." ”

The breath that my mother lifted on her chest slowly came out.

She was silent for a moment.

"You brothers and sisters, you are the most astute. In your opinion, does your sister really not remember, or won't tell? The mother was still uneasy, and asked again.

Only then did Ling Qingcheng show a shallow smile and said, "Wan'er has a pure mind and can't hide things. If she's hiding something, I'll be able to see it. Mother, you are so careful, she doesn't know anything. ”

The mother breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's the best." ”

Then, she said to her son, "She has been sick for so many days, and suddenly asked my sister, it really scared me to death!" Haven't I been scared all these years? There are no impermeable walls in this world."

"Mother!" Ling Qingcheng immediately interrupted his mother, "The walls of our house are impermeable!" ”

Mother sighed.

These words were not enough to comfort the mother.

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After her mother and eldest brother left, Ling Qingyun fell asleep.

This time, she slept peacefully and did not dream.

I slept soundly all night, and it was stable until the next day.

After waking up, my mind is clear, and my whole person seems to have shed heavy shackles, and my body and mind are light. The air in the mid-autumn morning was slightly cold, cold and dripping.

Ling Qingyun raised her lips and chuckled.

When you are comfortable, you are in a good mood.

She did not alarm the maids and sat up on her own. Her body was still a little weak, but it didn't prevent her from getting out of bed.

She had just lifted the curtain and stepped out of bed when she heard the windowsill creak and was pulled open.

A cool breeze poured in.

Immediately afterwards, a little boy dressed in a sky-blue cocoon silk was climbing on her windowsill.

Seeing who it was, Ling Qingyun laughed and laughed.

"Tong'er, what are you doing?" Ling Qingyun asked.

The small figure who was trying to climb over the windowsill, unaware of someone in the room, was startled and almost fell.

He raised his head and smiled at Ling Qingyun, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

His forehead and cheeks, somewhere, were stained with ash, like a little cat.

"Second sister, how are you?" The little guy finally jumped in and asked Ling Qingyun as soon as he opened his mouth.

His name is Ling Qingtong, he is Ling Qingyun's younger brother, he is twelve years old this year, three years younger than Ling Qingyun, and ranks fourth in the family.

The mother is soft-hearted, she can't control the child, and she is often angry for him.

Ling Qingyun has only three children in this house, Ling Qingcheng is the eldest brother, Ling Qingyun is the second daughter, Ling Qingtong is the youngest son, and he is also the widow of his father.

"Well, I'm fine." Ling Qingyun smiled, "What are you doing if you don't go through the front door and climb in through the window?" ”

Ling Qingtong grinned and smiled.

Mysteriously, he took out a paper bag from his arms and put it in Ling Qingyun's palm.

Oil comes out of the paper, and the paper pack is warm, giving off a very familiar atmosphere.

"Goose fat and scallion cake?" Ling Qingyun didn't open the paper bag to know what was inside. She looked at her brother in amazement.

It's one of her favorite foods.

"Hmm." Ling Qingtong nodded, and secretly told Ling Qingyun, "My mother won't let you eat, I will send it to you every day in the future, don't let the treading branches and pull the yarn know, second sister, you can rest assured!" ”

Treading branches and pulling yarns are Ling Qingyun's big maidens.

The warmth flowed from the palm of his hand all the way to Ling Qingyun's heart.

It turned out that Tong'er came in through the window to bring her food.

She vaguely remembered that a few days ago, she stepped on the branch and muttered about the yarn, saying that the girl didn't know who put the goose oil cake next to the pillow, which was weird and dirty.

At that time, Ling Qingyun was so sick that she didn't know who was going to happen, and she was so confused that she didn't know that someone had come in.

"Tong'er, it's so good for you to treat the second sister." Ling Qingyun said.

These words made Ling Qingtong a little confused. He raised his head, glanced at Ling Qingyun in confusion, and said, "Second sister, you are sick, and you speak strangely." Aren't you okay yet? ”

Ling Qingyun was slightly stunned.

Didn't she talk like that before?

So how does she speak?

"Second sister, hurry up, I'll give you everything." Ling Qingtong patted his chest and promised, "When I eat crabs again, I'll leave it to you." ”

Speaking of crabs, he himself inadvertently swallowed his saliva.

For gluttonous children, giving up all the delicious food to their sister is the greatest kindness.

Ling Qingyun touched his head.

She didn't say anything more.

There was the sound of the maid's footsteps outside, and Ling Qingtong was so frightened that he went out of the window again.

Ling Qingyun grabbed him and said with a smile: "Go from the main entrance, don't climb the window." It's okay, they don't dare to sue sù mother."

But she didn't have much strength to hold on.

Ling Qingtong was in a hurry, and flipped out of the window, without bothering to say anything to Ling Qingyun.

Before he could jump down, Ling Qingyun's maid came in.

"Fourth Young Master!" The maid exclaimed.

With a pop, Ling Qingtong jumped off the ground and ran away with a puff of smoke.

Tazhi hurriedly chased after him to see if he had broken it.

Ling Qingyun held the goose oil cake and smiled unconsciously.

She couldn't eat anything too greasy, so she rested lightly on the dresser.

It has reached the third quarter of Chenzheng, and a ray of morning sun hangs on the top of the green tree, shining brightly. The warm sunlight fell on the dresser, shining on the back of Ling Qingyun's hand, like a well-behaved cat.

After another two days, she was 80% better.

Her mother was with her every day.

The eldest brother asked for warmth, and was concerned and loved.

The fourth brother studied in the clan school, and after school, he ran around, and his nurses and maids had to look for him all over the world every day.

He would still go to Ling Qingyun's back room every morning before going to the school and bring her food.

Ling Qingyun didn't dream again for several days.

When she felt that her life was gradually getting normal and away from the chaos of her illness, another thing happened.

Ling Qingyun's grandmother fell ill.

This is not the most critical.

The terrible thing is that not only the grandmother is sick, but the second aunt is also sick, and the second aunt's mother-in-law is even more seriously ill.

The few people who went to worship the Buddha with their mother last time, except for Ling Qingyun's mother, were all sick.

"How's that okay?" My mother was worried.

The eldest brother tried his best to comfort her, but to no avail.

On September 15, I suddenly heard that the mother-in-law of the second aunt was unconscious, as if she was dead, and all kinds of medicines were ineffective.

At the beginning, it was the mother-in-law of the second aunt who hit the table in front of the Buddha shrine and broke the dishes on the table where the fruit was placed.

The Bodhisattva is to blame.

"I'm going to Cheng's house." Mother said. The mother was always afraid that the Bodhisattva would be angry and that it would affect her and her children.

The Cheng family is the second aunt's in-laws.

Mother wanted to see the old lady of her own family, how sick she was.

"It's almost the end of the application, mother." Ling Qingyun said.

There is still an hour, that is, the time of the year, and it is time to get up. Not to mention that it is polite to visit the patient so late, but it is just a change, there is a curfew in the city, and my mother can't come back.

"I'll go with you." The eldest brother spoke on the side.

He knew that if his mother didn't go, it would be difficult to live tonight. There is still an hour, and if you hurry up, you can still have it.

Mother nodded.

The eldest brother drove himself and rushed to Cheng's house.

Ling Qingyun counted the hours at home, waiting for them to come back.

Finally, when it was almost three o'clock in Youzheng, the eldest brother and mother rushed back.

"Not dead, not dead." After her mother came back, she breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ling Qingyun, "It's just unconscious." ”

"What did the doctor say?" Ling Qingyun asked.

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