Rhombic mirrors, glow and shadow, double shadow in the mirror.

In the distance was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, who looked a little blurry because of the constant movement of her hands, and her apple face was healthy and ruddy, and her eyes were round, but her nose was a little collapsed.

Xiaoman, the maid who was combing Manyun's hair, looked at the mirror and showed a smile on her face, and tied a red ribbon in her hand to the soft black hair of the child in front of the mirror.

Five-year-old Zhou Manyun is like a big white satin doll, sitting stupidly, looking at his childish appearance in the mirror.

The delicate melon seed face, long eyebrows into the sideburns, apricot eyes are slightly raised, water chestnut small mouth, and the skin that can be broken by blowing is fair and smooth, and a little familiarity can be vaguely seen.

Before getting up before, Man Yun had secretly checked his body, a cinnabar mole the size of a mung bean in the crook of his left elbow, and a small scar under his right head covered by his black hair, all the same as in his previous life.

Coupled with the conversations I heard in the stupora in the past two days, it all reminded Zhou Manyun that she had returned to her body, the body of twenty years ago.

But if Heaven has mercy and allows me to be born again, why should I be at this time?

Thinking that the day he first woke up was June 15 of the fifteenth year of Yongde, Zhou Manyun couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Yo! It seems that my sister Yun's illness is really cured! It's going to be delicious, and it's going to stink and look in the mirror! Before the person who joked about Manyun arrived, the voice arrived first, and Zhou Manyun hurriedly removed the faint painful look on his face.

At the end of the brisk words, the fiery figure who entered the door with the curtain had already walked up to Zhou Manyun in three steps and two steps, and picked her up from the makeup stool.

Man Yun exclaimed in surprise, condescendingly, and what jumped into his eyes was a piece of red, dazzling.

A bright fireworks cage pomegranate skirt, the original vulgar color, was worn on Zhou Manyun's young and beautiful mother-in-law Du Shi, which complemented each other and added a bit of charm to her.

As soon as Du Shi turned around, before Man Yun could figure out the situation, he was already safely placed on a pear blossom wooden chair, and white porridge and various side dishes were already placed on the small table in front of him, all of which were full of color and taste.

Two softly scented fingers pinched Zhou Manyun's little face, and quickly turned into kneading, and the thin calluses on the fingertips gently rubbed her delicate skin.

"Or does your stomach hurt badly? Sister is not angry! When we are all cured, my father will come back from Beijing, and he will bring my sister delicious fruits, beautiful clothes and ......", a kiss gently fell on Man Yun's forehead, crispy and numb.

After a few days, Zhou Manyun still couldn't adapt to the unshruly closeness of her mother's parents, and she drooped her secretly red face a little shyly.

Looking at Man Yun's shyness, Du Shi became more and more distressed. 's daughter was sick, not only did her little appearance lose her shape, but the little man also lost his previous cleverness, and became stupid and stupid.

"Alas! Children just can't ...... sick", picking up the porridge bowl handed over by Xiaoman, Du Shanshan looked at the daughter in front of her, sighed secretly in her heart, and handed the spoon to Zhou Manyun's mouth with a smile.

"Sister Yun ate the porridge first? Otherwise, when Daddy came back and saw that his sister was disobedient and hungry and thin, he was sad, and all the fruits he originally brought to Sister Yun were given to Brother Shen......"

After hesitating, Zhou Manyun's mouth opened gently, and with the rhythm of his mother's feeding, he ate porridge in small bites, and pulled the paste in his head little by little.

Brother Shen should be the sister-in-law of the second uncle's family who is only a few months older than himself, and now he also has child plague and is sick.

Gao, the second aunt who had a sad face yesterday, also came to the room to see Man Yun, and sat on the edge of the bed and talked with Du Shi.

It's a shame to say that although they are biological mothers and daughters who are connected by flesh and blood, and at night, Du Shi is still tired and crooked to sleep with Manyun in his arms, but Zhou Manyun first recognized the second aunt Gao who raised her to adulthood, and then reluctantly accepted that the Du family in front of her, who was commensurate with Gao's concubine, was really her mother.

Children's memories are shallow, for Man Yun, Du Shi and Zhu's mother, Xiaoman are strangers who have no impression at all in their previous lives. What's more, the living Du family in front of him is very different from the image of his mother that Man Yun had sketched in his mind countless times in his previous life.

In his previous life, Zhou Manyun also asked the elders curiously about the appearance of his biological mother, and when his grandmother Mrs. Zhou heard it, she raised her handkerchief and covered her eyes, crying, sad and unbearable, and other people on the side began to surround you and comfort Mrs. Zhou.

The second aunt Gao pulled the frightened Zhou Manyun away and took her back to the small courtyard where the two lived, and then whispered to her that Manyun's mother was a chaste woman with a beautiful appearance and a good character.

And grandmother Xie is getting older, and everyone in the family has experienced the pain of losing their relatives back then, so it is better not to mention the words about the deceased in the future.

The obedient Zhou Manyun really didn't ask anyone about his mother's parents, and only sketched his mother's appearance little by little with his own imagination.

In her heart, the closest to the image of her mother should be the wife of the prefect of Chuzhou, Cui, with a beautiful appearance, not smiling, and a petite but straight posture with resolute and resolute determination.

In her previous life, when Mrs. Cui died in Chuzhou City, she jumped into the river with a pair of children.

But Du Shi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him, seemed to be much worse than the Gao family said in his previous life.

A bowl of white porridge was eaten by Zhou Manyun in a daze, and Du Shi happily stood up and cleaned up the dishes himself.

Zhou Manyun meekly asked Xiao Man to wipe her hands and face with a wet handkerchief, glanced at her mother quickly with a pair of big eyes, and lowered her head more quickly.

Twenty-three-year-old Du Shi's face is not so much beautiful as it is more appropriate to say that it is bright, and because she always has a smile on her face, she looks younger than her actual age.

As for the character? Du Shi is tall, speaks and acts crisply, but like Zhu's mother who went out early in the morning, he has the taste of his master and his servant.

Zhou Manyun, who was full of worries, was taken out of the room by Du's hand, and the mother and daughter walked around the sunlit courtyard twice as if no one was around.

After Man Yun sweated a little, he was taken back to the room by Du Shi to feed the bitter Xuan herbal soup, and was once again arranged to lie down slowly on the bed.

Du Shi sat back on Man Yun's bedside, holding his little hand with one hand, and stroking his soft hair with the other, and began to coax Man Yun to take a nap as he had done two days ago.

"I can't sleep." , Man Yun forced a wry smile, and looked at the strange mother who had been lost for a long time with his two eyes.

As soon as the words came out, Zhou Manyun also consciously turned up his tone and said coldly, and sighed secretly in his heart. The incredible rebirth has only been three days, and she has not yet found the proper way to get along with her mother.

Du Shi didn't think it was wrong, lowered his head and thought about it, grinned toothily, like a spring flower, "Then, my mother will tell Sister Yun a story?" ”

"Good!" , Zhou Manyun hurriedly responded, and his face quickly brought a hint of red.

In her previous life, Li Manyun followed Gao's side, and Gao told her about poetry and books, but she talked more about Buddhist scriptures.

Gao treats Man Yun very well, but when teaching and studying books, he is like a teacher, upright and rigorous, and has never sat on the edge of the bed and told stories affectionately like Du Shi.

This can be regarded as the benefit of having a mother, right? In Du's chaotic narration, Zhou Manyun's small nose quietly turned red, desperately holding back tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, and his eyes were greedily fixed on Du's face.

The mother's chin is rounder than her own, and her mouth is slightly larger, but her appearance and figure are seven or eight percent similar to that of adult Zhou Manyun.

The most eye-catching thing is Du's snow-white skin, smooth and delicate, like a brocade. This is similar to Zhou Manyun, I think that at the beginning, Manyun was trapped in the back house of the Xiao family in the name of Yun Ji, and some people associated her name with others, thinking about it beautifully.

My mother even committed suicide by choosing to wipe her neck with a sword, how could she be demure and quiet? Man Yun sighed lightly in his heart, dealing with people, he had been careful to live in the world in his previous life, but he was not like a mother at all.

The girl managed to walk home in the snow with a bundle of firewood, only to find that the wall of the house had collapsed and smashed the large water tank in the kitchen...... A beautiful flower grows in the water tank...... Then a little mouse squeaked and ran out of the pyre......"

Du Shi didn't memorize a story at all, he just kneaded some irrelevant and irrelevant things together, and said it casually.

Xiao Manyun compared the story remembered by the adult Manyun in his previous life, relaxed his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved.

Obviously, the knowledge of the biological mother and Bo Wangqiang remember, and the second aunt Gao, who is easy to use any allusions, cannot be compared at all.

But it's good to have such a mother, and it's even better to be like this all the time.

Zhou Manyun mourned in his heart, and held Du's hand tightly, with a look of hope. "Mother, let's talk about it again, let's talk about it again."

"One more? The story told by my mother is good? Looking at Zhou Manyun, who nodded hurriedly, Du Shi, who had just finished a little story, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but show a little smug in his daughter's envious eyes.

"My mother also thinks that her own story is actually really good. In the past, we listened to your father's stories together, and when my father came back this time, I told them to you two, so that he would not be blind in front of me! ”

Thinking of her husband, who followed her father-in-law back to Luojing, Du Shi blinked narrowly, "Then, Sister Yun, my mother will tell you one more...... Your father's story, but it's true...... Twelve years ago, when your father followed your grandfather to Yanzhou Songya......"

Songya, a border city on the border between Yanzhou and the Qiang people, came with the young man who was convicted and degraded, who was not yet crowned, intelligent and quick-witted, filial piety and kindness, like the drizzle that fell from the south of the Yangtze River to the long-drought desert, moisturizing things silently......

Telling about the past, Du's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his face had a faint layer of delicate pink.

Such a beautiful blooming Du Shi made Xiao Manyun unbearable, she slowly closed her eyes, not daring to let her mother see the rich pain in her eyes.

"My mother is different from me!" , Zhou Manyun in the previous life lived in troubled times, like a wanderer, involuntarily married her ex-husband and her post-husband as a concubine.

The ex-husband is ruthless, the step-husband is unrighteous, the fate is thin, and the love is shallow. At this moment, even if they all died in front of her, Zhou Manyun confidently would not blink her eyelids sadly for anyone.

But just listening to the story told by his mother, Zhou Manyun somewhat understood why his mother would die regardless of it.

In the past few days, she has repeatedly thought about her life by chance, although her father may be no longer there, but she can still find a way to hold her mother.

It's just that Du Shi, who obviously loves his father deeply in front of him, suddenly made the courage that Man Yun had so hard built up disappear.

"Sister Yun!" , Du Shi lowered his voice, called his daughter, and found that Man Yun had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and got up with some regret. Those beautiful past events with her husband, she can talk about it with fun, and her memories are recalled, and some of them are still unfinished.

"Humph! Wait for Gorou to come back ......", Du Shi pursed his lips and smiled gently, carefully tucked the quilt for Man Yun, got up again, and walked lightly to the door.

Listening to the faint sound of clothes and shoes and stepping out of the room, Zhou Manyun turned his face sideways and quietly shed tears against the empty wall.

Ruo Niang herself is just for the name of the festival, and she can always watch her firmly, and she will cry and persuade Yibo when it comes to the end. But if the mother's death is for love, is the weight of his mother's heart comparable to that of his father?

When he heard Xiao Manfang walking over with light steps and quietly sitting at the end of the bed, Zhou Manyun pretended to turn over, lifted the quilt lightly, and wiped away the vague tears still hanging on his little face.

Cowardly and incompetent Zhou Manyun, what's the use of being reborn?

According to the memory of his previous life, on June 15, the day Man Yun was reborn and returned, his father Zhou Zhe died unexpectedly in Luojing.

More than half a month later, on the fifth day of the seventh month, the news of the funeral reached Fengjin, Pingzhou, where the Zhou family lived, and the mother Du Shi drew his sword and killed himself.