The day after you leave.

I always feel like something is different in my house today. But what is it?

It was only at lunch that I realized what the difference was. The difference is that there seem to be very few people in the family today.

At lunchtime, the dining room was empty.

The servant woman said that before her father sent the guests out, he explained the affairs of the eldest brother Grange, and he took a group of people with him early this morning, and before leaving, he also sent several groups of people to do things everywhere.

As for my aunt, I don't feel well and want to sleep a little longer, but I'm here for lunch and let me eat alone.

When I was eating, I felt that there were also very few maids and servants in the inner courtyard today. The maid said that because the old man Zheng's family in the village was going to prepare for the full moon banquet of his grandson, he borrowed a lot of servants and maids from us to help.

I ate alone in the large, empty dining room, which I found strange and unfamiliar.

However, the vague uneasiness was soon overwhelmed by the apprehension.

As I ate, I wondered where you were now? Have you already left the barracks to go to the water? What would you say to your uncle about this? Will Uncle Ding fulfill us? Will my uncle come over and settle the matter with my father, who has returned from the show-off, while the iron is hot?

When I think about these things, my heart goes up and down, and I can't settle down.

In the afternoon, I stayed alone in the small building to read and embroider.

When the lamp was in hand, the eldest brother was still nowhere to be seen, and the aunt also did not come out.

I thought I ought to greet her, so I didn't eat dinner, but went to my aunt's room.

Although my aunt slept on the bed, she still looked very good. It's just that I think her expression today is a little different from usual.

What's going on today? How everything feels weird.

When my aunt saw me coming, she seemed very enthusiastic, and even, I could say a little nervous.

She responded to my greetings with a smile and said that she was just tired for a while and there was nothing wrong with her.

Her eyes kept wandering around me, and every time it landed on me, she quickly looked away. I thought her smile looked a little fake, and for some reason, she didn't seem to want to look me in the eye.

After sitting for a while, it was already dark outside the window. As if everything that had to be said in the etiquette had been said, I bowed my head and waited for my aunt's command.

She coughed twice, and she said, "I'm fine, but I'm getting older, and it's inevitable that I'm a little lazy." Now that you have come to greet you, your filial piety has also been fulfilled. After drinking tea, you can go back, and you don't have to go to the dining room to eat alone, I'll ask someone to send you to the room later. ”

I drank all the tea in my cup as I was told, and then got up to take my leave.

Seeing me stand up, my aunt stopped me.

She said, "Qin'er, I don't know why, these days, I always dream about your mother, and I dream about the situation when she entrusted you to me. ”

I looked at my aunt and wondered why she had suddenly mentioned my mother.

She said: "Qin'er, after so many years, do you think I'm good to you?" Has I ever given you a mother's true love? Is it worthy of your mother's deathbed entrustment? ”

When I heard this, I knelt down and said, "Mother, what are you talking about?" Over the years, mothers have treated their daughters like pearls in the palm of their hands, better than their own daughters. Qin'er didn't know how to repay her mother's nurturing kindness. ”

My aunt sighed and said, "You can remember this, and if you think about it like this, I feel better in my heart." ”

The aunt said: "Daughter, for so many years, I may sometimes discipline you wrongly, which makes you feel wronged and sad, but daughter, you have to believe that no matter what your mother does, she always hopes that you are good, and there is absolutely no bad intentions." The relationship between our mother and daughter for so many years is true and not fake. When you feel wronged, you always have to think of this in your heart, knowing that your mother always wants you to live a better life in this life. ”

I bowed my head and said, "Mother has always been very kind to Qin'er, there is nothing wrong with discipline, and Qin'er has never felt wronged. Qin'er has always loved her mother as her own mother. ”

My aunt sighed again and said, "Alas, I'm probably really old. When people are old and have some nonsense, they always can't help but nag. Okay, I don't have much to do here. Go back. ”

I take my leave again.

When I got to the door, my aunt suddenly stopped me again. I looked back and saw that the look on her face was as cloudy as the sky on the plateau.

I said, "Does Mother have any other commands?" ”

She looked at me for a moment, then finally shook her head and said, "No." There are some things that you are too young to understand. When you grow up, we mother and daughter will have a good talk. ”

I couldn't understand what she meant, and I walked out of my aunt's room full of doubts. What's wrong with her today? Why is it weird too? What the hell was she trying to say to me?

As I stepped out the door, I once again felt that something was wrong. This time it's me. I seem to be a little different from my usual self. I felt that my legs were a little limp and I couldn't lift them, and the threshold that I could normally cross casually seemed to be a few inches higher today.

As soon as I walked out of my aunt's yard, the maid beside my aunt hurried out and told me to stay, saying that my aunt had something to ask my maid and asked her to go back. They asked me to wait here.

But I feel a little heavy on my head, and I don't feel very comfortable. I told them to go, saying that I would go back by myself.

I picked up a lantern and walked along my usual path to the courtyard where I lived.

It was not a long journey from my aunt's yard back to my own yard. I've been through it countless times since I was a child. But today it looks like a long and boundless stretch.

As I walked, I felt the feeling of heaviness getting stronger and stronger.

I felt the weight of the lantern in my hand, and every step I took on my legs felt like trekking through a swamp.

I walked slower and slower, slower and slower.

As I walked through a long corridor, I was so sad that I couldn't speak, and the lantern in my hand rolled to the ground. I vaguely saw the lights flickering and then going out.

I was in the dark, holding on to a pillar, unable to walk.

I crouched over the pillar, resisting the feeling of drowsiness.

Cold sweat ran down my cheeks.

I opened my mouth and breathed hard, wondering why I hadn't seen a single servant here today.

As I slid down the pillars to the ground, I tried to call for help, but I couldn't make any sound.