Du Yuexian's surprise to come to the door to propose kiss was as uncomfortable as eating a fly in Lan Yi's heart, and he vomited so much that he was about to vomit out bitter gall, but no one in the house could understand his feelings. What's even more amazing is that Lan Hongda, the lord of the Blue Mansion, doesn't seem to have any attitude towards this matter, and Liu Yue, the woman who tried her best to promote this matter, got a good opportunity to show her skills at this time.

Liu Yue'e has been very busy in the past two days, jumping up and down to put the Buddha on the ground, and next month Lan Yi is going to get married. In Liu Yue's opinion, the top priority of this marriage is to carry out decoration, and this house must first be renewed. In previous years, the annual renovation work was the top priority of the Blue Mansion, but this year it was put on hold because of the problem of Yipinxiang, and now it is time to return to the old business. In order to block the mouths of the people, the decoration first had to start from Lan Yi's Tingfeng Pavilion. Fortunately, Lan Yi didn't give Liu Yue'e this face, which is also what she thinks. Listening to the wind pavilion is not repaired, there are also flowing water halls, bright moon pavilions, and sun-looking pavilions...... The Blue Mansion is so big, there is always something for her to do.

No matter how busy Liu Yue'e is, and no matter how desperate Liu Yue'e is in this matter, one thing is certain, no one in the Lan Mansion has given Du Yuexian any positive and positive mansion, and in this matter, the Lan Mansion, to be exact, Lan Hongda is still quite cautious. He knows that this matter still needs time to consider, and the most important thing is that a few people need to appear on the stage.

What Du Yuexian threw out was just a bait, and as for whether the fish was hooked, how to hook it, and what would happen after it was hooked, Du Yuexian didn't expect it, but Lan Hongda's heart was not without thinking.

Lan Yi went to Lan Hongda with great difficulty, but not only did he not get the result he wanted, but he also knew a heart-wrenching past about the Lan family about his mother, which was like a sharp knife cutting Lan Yi's heart, making him torn between sticking to his grief and obeying his mother.

The sweltering heat of midsummer is irritating, and this year there are a lot of early mornings. Lan Yi hadn't been to Silk Village for two days, and since Feng Yao left, he didn't have the heart, mainly because he didn't have the courage to go to her! Although I want to see it in my heart, what can I say when I see it? Talking about her father's brother-sister relationship with her own mother? Or is it a faint estrangement between them? Or are you worried about the future between them?

These are all things that Lan Yi can face, although he doesn't know how to solve them, but after all, he doesn't want to throw these things to Feng Yao, and in the end, he can only face them alone.

The humble hut where Lan Mansion entered the courtyard at the end was the place that Lan Yi was most familiar with. Once upon a time, Lan Yi often came and went here, although his father forbade drinking, although Liu Yue'e had to reprimand him when he saw it, but since he was a child, Lan Yi always secretly ran here, because it was his biological mother who lived here.

When he was very young, Lan Yi hated his father because only his mother lived in such a simple house in the whole house, but every time he came to this simple place, his soul was greatly comforted. Lan Yi regards this place as his happy land and a source of happiness. Gradually, Lan Yi grew up, and when she had something to do, she would come here to chat with her mother and talk about the recent situation.

Although Lan Yi had nothing to say in the past, and there was nothing important to tell, the mother and son would feel very happy even if they sat silently like that.

Later, Lan Yi really grew up, he learned to report good news and not bad news, and he didn't come here as often as when he was a child, but this couldn't stop the relationship between mother and son.

Today, Lan Yi came here with an inexplicable melancholy, he didn't want to share his joy with his mother, nor did he come to report to her about his recent business progress, nor did he come to her to talk to her about the recent emotional changes. He is here to uncover her scars, and uncover the painful past that she has endured for so many years and endured for so many years and is unwilling to mention let alone give up.

The path to the burrow is clean and rugged, and Lan Yi has experienced the tempering and baptism of the mind every step she takes. The crisp sound of the wooden fish coming from inside the house, the mother should be chanting, which is also a scene that Lan Yi often hears and sees. On both sides of the path were some unknown wild flowers, growing in a haphazard manner, and my mother did not allow anyone to clean them up, she said, "Little flowers and grass have their own lives, and we all have to take care of them."

After a few days of abundant rain, they became even more unscrupulous, and in some places blocked the entire path. But even such clutter does not seem to be very inconsistent here, on the contrary, they form a harmonious picture with the burrow.

The sound of the wooden fish became louder and louder, and the door of the mother's room was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that faintly through the half-open window, Lan Yi had already seen the back of the mother with her back to the window and concentrating on sending the Buddha.

The back was thin, the light gray clothes were elegant, although he was close to the age of confusion, but the mother's black and bright hair was still the same as it was back then, hanging behind him without any mess.

At that time, Qinglan was bent on chasing into the empty door, but Shitai said that she was not suitable for becoming a monk. Qinglan understood what Mrs. Shi meant, for her, the lost child who was missing, and Lan Yi who was waiting to be fed in front of her were all dust that she couldn't let go of in her heart, her heart was dead, but Lan Yi was innocent. Qinglan, who learned from the pain, chose this way to redeem her sins and pray for the peace of her life for her daughter who was far away and didn't know where to go.

There was no life in the simple room, and the only thing that could be seen that there were still people living here was the simple bedding on the bed and the gods and Buddhas enshrined in front of the Buddha hall. Lan Yi just stood at the door and watched her mother send the Buddha there, without the slightest disturbance, and the woman recited the Buddhist scriptures with a calm face.

After a long time, Qinglan finished chanting, she got up, maybe because of her old age, maybe because of her body, maybe because of her waist and knees being numb after kneeling for a long time, Qinglan stumbled slightly, she quickly supported a chair next to her with her hand, Lan Yi rushed over quickly and helped her mother, Qinglan looked at it in surprise, and when she found out that it was Lan Yi, a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"Mother still needs to pay attention to her health." Lan Yi admonished.

"Wei Niang has not yet reached the age of old Longzhong, but it rained a few days ago, and the house was a little damp, and my knees were damp." Qinglan smiled and comforted Lan Yi, but these simple words made Lan Yi feel distressed. In his impression, his mother seemed to atone for her sins with self-abuse, although he had argued with his mother in the past, but every time, his mother used excuses such as "It's okay, I'm fine, you think too much, I'm used to such days, I live comfortably like this" and other excuses.

Lan Yi helped her mother sit down on a chair next to the bed, and she sat beside her obediently. Qinglan carefully looked at her son, who she hadn't seen for many days, and the Lan Yi in front of her was a little darker and thinner. The boy who was wrapped around him grew up overnight, and the years of babbling were just yesterday.

"The weather has been too stuffy lately, you have to pay attention to your body and don't get heat stroke." Qinglan muttered, there had never been a moment in her heart to let go of this son, Lan Yi nodded silently, "Everything is fine with the child, if the mother pays attention to the body." ”

Qinglan didn't pay attention to Lan Yi, she continued, "Doing business is like raising a child, you have to be patient and have the confidence to raise him little by little, it's absolutely impossible to be anxious." ”

"The child's business is fine." Lan Yi nodded yes.

"Although doing business is for a good word, you can't lose your conscience for the sake of a good word." Qinglan's face was full of kindness, but Lan Yi was a little at a loss. My mother was full of worries about herself, and it seemed that she was coming to stab her in the wound today. The words that were originally prepared were clogged up at this moment, and I couldn't say a word in my throat.

The room was very stuffy, and Lan Yi's forehead was oozing sweat. The squeaky outside the window was endless, stirring Lan Yi's heart even more. I saw him wipe the fine sweat on his forehead one after another, and Qinglan handed over an old but neat handkerchief, which Lan Yi's mother used to wipe him when he was young. Lan Yi took the handkerchief with guilt, but just held it in his hand.

"Mother...... How are you feeling lately? Lan Yi stirred the handkerchief in his hand and asked.

Qinglan looked at Lan Yi with some surprise and then smiled indifferently, "Don't worry about your mother, your mother will take care of herself." It's you, although you have someone to serve, but after all, you have less dedication, and you have to pay more attention to yourself. Don't think that you can ignore your body because you are young, and you should pay attention to it at all times......"

Lan Yi listened to her mother's teachings, and the chatter that was a little disturbing in the past has now become a sweet spring that warms her heart, but Lan Yi is even more embarrassed when she listens to it. He is not a filial son, and his mother is worried when he is so old. Lan Yi felt like an executioner, an executioner who specialized in stabbing his mother in the heart. Although he hadn't made a move at the moment, even if he had such thoughts, it would make him feel uneasy.

For so many years, my mother has buried such a wound deep in her heart, I don't know how she spent a heart-wrenching night, and how she greeted one heartbroken dawn after another? Thinking of this, Lan Yi's heart ached, and he was full of guilt when he saw that his mother was still worried about his worries. The eye sockets seemed to be heating up uncontrollably, Lan Yi tried hard to open his eyes wide, he didn't want to cry in front of his mother!