Dong'er finished worshipping in front of the grave of Master Anxiu, and proposed to go to see the meditation room where her mother lived before her death.

Mrs. Anxiu's room was only furniture, beds, bedding, bookshelves and other furnishings were badly burned, and the walls of the house were not bad, but they were so black and terrible that people couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Looking at these shocking and terrifying colors, Dong'er's mind showed the scene of her mother struggling in the sea of fire, I don't know if her mother, who has been a monk for many years, is full of fear, trembling, despair and unwillingness when she faced this sudden catastrophe as when Xiaohe drowned, and these terrible things are all thanks to the reckless and vulgar Li Mingshuo behind her.

If, if she had a knife in her hand now, she really wanted to suddenly turn around, stab this man in the body, and send him to Huangquan Road to be buried for her mother and Xiaohe, but then, what will be the fate of her and her father.

How long will it take to wait for the day of revenge?

Li Mingshuo stood behind Dong'er, looking at the black meditation room that had been licked greedily by the fire, and then looked at the weak little girl in front of him, and he also felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Yang Boqing, you are really cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, leaving no trouble, if I don't protect this girl well in the future, I'm afraid sooner or later you will be done by your bad guys to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. In this way, I really have to put a lot of effort into guarding against these people's black hands. ”

Dong'er was in her mother's room, and the little nun of Puzhao Nunnery, Lichen, begged to see her at the door.

This dust was originally an abandoned baby, was picked up by the old nun who went out to turn into a relationship and was raised in the temple, since she was a little nun who shaved her hair and practiced, she was about the same age as Dong'er Xiaohe, and the Anxiu master missed her daughter too much, and often called the dust to come to the meditation room as a companion to express her feelings for her daughter.

Since Mrs. An Xiu came to this Puzhao Nunnery to practice, Lichen has some contact and understanding with the outside world through Dong'er, and also knows that the master wants her to have both cold and warm but light and shade in the red dust world of the dust, so there is no need to yearn for it, let alone blindly envy.

Dong'er walked out of the room, walked to the door, and gave each other a salute, and Lichen pointed to his room and said to Dong'er: "Miss Wan, before Mrs. An Xiu encountered misfortune, there was a letter entrusted to me to pass it to you, please come with me to get it." ”

Dong'er nodded and walked after her.

Li Mingshuo pulled his legs and wanted to follow, but Lichen turned around and stopped: "This donor, please stay, my temple rules distance, male pilgrims are not allowed to approach the monks and nuns to lie on the couch, please donor self-respect." ”

Li Mingshuo glanced at Dong'er and threatened Chen: "If you dare to shave her hair, I will dare to spend your hands today." ”

Lichen frowned, ignoring this rude gentleman.

Dong'er said expressionlessly: "If you put ten thousand hearts, even if I want to cut my hair as a nun, I will not lose this hair in the incense courtyard of his Yang Boqing's house." I have a memory. ”

Li Mingshuo changed his words: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you lose your hair, your hair will always grow back, I'm just afraid that wherever you go, where the fire burns, I have to follow you to rest assured." ”

On the other hand, he said to Chen: "Please rest assured that this little master, I will not follow into the master's room." ”

Dong'er was impatient to reason with him, so she took the dust to get her mother's suicide note.

Li Mingshuo was like Wan Dong'er's shadow, silently following behind the two little girls. He did not follow the nun's bedroom, but waited far away.

Lichen led Dong'er into his room, took out a black-brown cloth bag from under the futon, which contained several documents stacked on top of each other, as well as a number of relics of his own body, and handed them to her, and said to her: "On the night of Mrs. Shi's accident, she seemed to have a premonition, so she called me over, gave me this bag of things, and said that if she had any accidents in the future, let me find a way to send this cloth bag to you or your father's hands, I never thought that Mrs. Shi would soon have an accident, and girl, you will soon be able to come to the temple to worship, these days, I kept these things in fear, and I didn't even open them. I only know that the girl is good friends with the little son of the Yang Mansion, why is it not the little son of the Yang Mansion who accompanied the girl today, but the person outside? ”

Dong'er looked at Chen's eyes very sadly, but did not answer her, but untied the cloth bag to see her mother's relics: a cloisonné bracelet, a gilded silver hairpin, a pure gold ring, a pair of gold and jade earrings, a rhinoceros horn grate, a sachet embroidered with lilies, each of these jewelry is carved with two words, big or small---- Zhouyao, and the lily sachet is rusted with these two words.

Dong'er's father's name is Wan Kezhou, and her mother's name is Ru Mengyao, Dong'er vaguely remembers that she was rummaging around with her mother's things when she was a child, and saw that many of her mother's good-looking and fun gadgets were engraved or embroidered with these two words, so she asked what these two words meant, and her mother told her that this was the name of her father and mother together, and she would never be separated, so Dong'er clamored for her mother to engrave her name as well, saying that she would never be separated from her father and mother.

The mother promised her, but only in the small pair of silver bracelets that she had brought since she was a child, and the name of a family of three was engraved on the pair of silver bracelets that had become smaller, and the silversmith was still asked to engrave the bracelet when it was widened, and the pair of silver bracelets was later disliked by Dong'er The pattern was childish, and the child was childish, and refused to bring it, and put it in the jewelry box as a memorial of the child, she still remembered that the three words were engraved on the inner wall of the bracelet, and the inner wall was very smooth, and she was always worried that the three words would be slowly worn away.

There are four documents, one is a letter written by the mother to the father, one is written by the mother to herself, one is the house deed that the mother has hidden for many years, and one is the lease contract for the property on the house to be rented to a family surnamed Feng.

After roughly reading these four documents, Dong'er knew more about her mother.

It turned out that Dong'er's maternal grandparents had no children under their knees, only Dong'er's mother had a daughter, Dong'er's mother had been pampered since she was a child, her heart was arrogant, and she couldn't rub sand in her eyes, Dong'er's maternal grandparents were worried that after their death, the real estate in the family would be inherited by their sons and nephews, in case the baby daughter had a dispute with her husband's in-laws, she was expelled and had nowhere to live, so she secretly bought a set of real estate in the name of Dong'er's mother, and the rental rent of this property was also part of Ru Mengyao's income, and the dowry she bought was enough for her life.

Dong'er's mother was angry with her husband because of her husband's relationship with Daogu and raising an illegitimate son, so she did not go out to that private house, but went directly to Puzhao Nunnery to become a nun, in order to completely extinguish her husband's vain attempt to break the mirror and reunite.

A few days ago, Dong'er had an accident, and the mother's rescue daughter was anxious, and she wanted to break the net with the Yan family, in order to fight for the fairness of the world, she was afraid that she would be more auspicious and less auspicious, and she would not return, so she wrote a letter to her husband and daughter, and transferred the deed to her daughter as a private inheritance. The jewelry engraved with the name has been left as a memorial to Wan Kezhou.

At the end of the letter to Wan Kezhou, Ru Mengyao wrote: "Kezhou, I actually no longer resent you and hate you, and you don't have to pity me for loving me, I hope you will remember the love between our husband and wife, save our children, protect our children, no matter what kind of destruction and ravages she has experienced, don't give up on her......."

Dong'er finished reading all the documents and letters, she had already burst into tears, she couldn't cry, she used to think that her mother was a selfish and cold-blooded woman, in this vast world, she only loved herself, not her husband, and she didn't love her daughter. She only found Zakuzen, and didn't know that it was the shore to turn back.

She was still wrong, just like she always thought that when the disaster of this world came, Yang Jiqing would be the only person who would accompany her to the end of the world, but she was not.

She was wrong, firmly wrong.

Mother, I'm sorry------ Mother, thank you.

Dong'er held the rich inheritance left to her by her mother and couldn't cry.

Outside the courtyard gate, Li Mingshuo was very bored, and saw an eggplant growing in the vegetable furrow on the side of the road, and there was a green and tender little eggplant melon hanging on it, so he reached out to pull it, the melon stalk was hard, and he couldn't pull it, so he twisted the little eggplant melon in a circle, the skin of the eggplant stalk was broken, and the little eggplant still couldn't pull it down.

Li Moge couldn't look at it, and said to him: "Master, the twisted melon is not sweet, didn't the adults tell you when you were a child?" ”

Li Mingshuo turned enough laps, estimated that it was almost there, so he mentioned it suddenly, and finally dragged the green little eggplant melon down, he pinched the little eggplant melon and said to Li Moge proudly: "It doesn't matter if it's sweet or not, as long as you twist it down, you will be happy." ”

"Hey." Li Moge shook his head helplessly and sighed.