Zhiwen walked home with his wife, entered the yard, and saw his mother sitting alone on a wicker chair in a daze, and his son jumped and ran over, running as he ran, calling with joy in his mouth, "Grandmother, grandmother." ”

The locust flowers on the tree are in full bloom, and as soon as the breeze passes, there is a sweet fragrance of flowers wafting all over the yard, and a few blooming locust flowers are blown down by the wind and fall on the mother, who picks it up and looks at it, and then smiles and hands it to the son who trots over. Reaching out and touching the child's head, the mother's eyes seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and she asked softly, "Xiao Bao'er, where did you run just now?" ”

The son pursed his small mouth, a little angry that his grandmother called him by the wrong name again, and just wanted to correct it, Zhiwen hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Naughty one, I must have gone to catch insects in the tree again." ”

"Then be careful, don't let the bugs bite your hands."

By the time she said this, her mother had apparently come to her senses, and when she looked at him, her eyes were full of crampedness and embarrassment.

Zhiwen knew that Xiao Bao'er was his mother's biological son, and although he had died for many years, he had always remained in his mother's heart.

Look at today's mother, her father-in-law has been gone for less than ten years, her temples are full of gray hair, she looks very old, and her eyes are dim, as if all the things in this world can no longer arouse any joy in her, except for seeing him, when she sees his wife and children, she has a smile on her face, and all the other times she has been looking somewhere, quietly distracted.

In the past year, my mother's health has become worse and worse, and since her father-in-law left, her whole soul seems to have followed. Now Zhiwen looked at his mother's appearance, and didn't know whether his father-in-law's decision to let his mother live well was right or wrong, he asked countless doctors in Liangcheng to come and see, and they all said that his heart was too heavy and he was depressed.

But if you think about it carefully, the father-in-law must also love his mother very much to have such a decision, because it is not easy for people to live for a lifetime, no one is sure whether there is an afterlife, the father-in-law underestimated his position in his mother's heart, he thought that maybe after a year or two, or three or five years, his mother's feelings for him will be weak, even if he meets a man who loves her again, he must live well.

But Zhiwen knows that if there is a yellow spring in this world, his father-in-law will definitely linger, no matter how many years, just to see his mother again.

Back then, he also hoped that his mother would live well, he took the letters left by his father-in-law again and again, and persuaded his mother to survive, and even if he wanted to be the only burden to his mother in this world, he also wanted his mother to survive, not only because his father-in-law had entrusted him, but also because his mother was in this world, and he really gave his mother's lover.

When he was young, his father went out to fight all the year round, but the conditions at home did not get better because of his father's patriotic feelings, his mother couldn't stand the hard life, and left their father and son with others.

Daddy died on the battlefield, life and death were a hero, and his father-in-law took him out of the house and brought him back to his own home.

Under the fence, he used to be cautious, it was his mother who discovered his fear and fear, she used her kindness, melting him little by little, although in his mother's heart, he would never be able to be Xiao Bao'er, but looking at the entire Liangcheng, there are few women who treat a child who is not related by blood, like her.

Zhiwen respects and loves his mother from the heart.

April passed, the locust flowers on the tree also bloomed, and the virtuous and gentle wife accompanied the mother every day to take care of her, but the mother still could not survive the summer of this year.

The mother walked peacefully, the wife picked up the son's kung fu when he came back from the school, and the mother had gone quietly, as if she was asleep.

When the son saw that his grandmother was gone, he cried loudly, and his wife also had red eyes and kept wiping her tears. Zhiwen watched quietly, feeling that something had been unloaded in his heart, and his mother's departure was actually a real relief.

Like the previous two times, he carried the white flag, buried his relatives one after another, and also buried his mother.

Those who went have rested in peace, and those who are still alive will continue, Zhiwen collected his thoughts, raised his head, and looked forward.

Maybe it's because his two fathers have died on the battlefield, or maybe he is afraid that if he follows the path of his two fathers, he will one day be left with his wife and children, and he will have the same difficult life as his mother, so Zhiwen chose to pick up the pen and went from a civil official after years of scientific research.

First served as a small official in Liangcheng, but it didn't take long for him to be recommended by his superiors, promoted to other places, and entrusted the tavern to Xiao Guizi, the son of Aunt Sun, who had traveled outside for many years, and had a broad mood, and the tavern was in his hands, and it would definitely be able to withstand the wind and waves of the border pass.

Perhaps it was fate, this time the place where Zhiwen worked was his mother's hometown Huainan, and when he tasted Huainan's wine for the first time, Zhiwen felt that this wine was like his mother's character, delicate and soft.

This time, he was appointed as a magistrate in Huainan, because he was the last official who was exposed for accepting bribes, and it was also found that many years ago he had connived at his cronies to seize the lives of women from good families, and was condemned by the imperial court and beheaded and raided his home.

At the border pass, Zhiwen saw many desperate wanderers when he was a child, and he also heard his mother say that she had been persecuted by the government and her family was ruined, so when he was a child, Zhiwen swore that even if he couldn't be a hero on the battlefield, at least he had to do his best to be a good official, otherwise how would he face the spirits of several elders in the sky.

In the first half of his life, he experienced too many ups and downs in the world, maybe it was the tempering of life, maybe it was God's mercy, his official career was smooth, even if he encountered some setbacks, he spent it peacefully.

At the age of thirty-seven, Zhiwen had already been promoted to Kyoto, and the faces of the Manchu Dynasty were young.

The writing is not arrogant or arrogant, and slowly asks for advice from every knowledgeable and experienced person, respects but does not bully, does things capably, and has seniority, and praises him the most is the future.

To be able to come to this day, the deacon is already content, he has lived a short life, he has reached middle age, and he listens to his mother's teachings the most, not to compete for how high the official position is, how much benefit, but to cherish the current situation and cherish the people in front of him all the time.

His mother taught him this, and he was safe and down-to-earth, and he did the same.

The figure of his mother has always lived in his heart.

Zhiwen originally thought that if you talk about appearance, the aunt who is at the border is the most like her mother, and if you talk about her personality, the gentle and resolute wife is the most like her mother, but at a palace banquet held in the palace, he was fortunate to be invited, sat behind the table, and saw the three girls of the Wang family, the emperor's princess, and her demeanor was very charming, and she really looked like his mother.

At that moment, Zhiwen watched from a distance, the hand holding the cup was a little trembling, a pair of eyes were uncontrollable, and the middle-aged man was above the lobby, quietly teary-eyed.

Later, Princess Chaohe was withdrawn from her family by the prince of Wei, and she never came out of her writing, and also wrote to the emperor to suggest that she could not withdraw her relatives, and wanted to get back a little justice for the girl who was like her mother.

But in the end, his suggestion was not adopted, and the prince of Wei still withdrew her relatives, and Zhiwen thought about it, that girl should be very sad.

It didn't take long for news to come over, saying that the family affairs of the princess had been settled again, and she was married to the eldest son of the princess, Yu Zhangyan.

For that Yu Zhangyan, there are some reflections in the text, he is a rare young talent, not only outstanding in life, but also a civil and military all-rounder, presumably in the future court, he will inevitably have a pivotal position.

Zhiwen thought that marrying such a person is also a good family matter, and presumably the girl will be happy.

On the day of marriage, almost half of Kyoto City was happy and lively, and Zhiwen was also invited to drink a glass of wedding wine, tasting it in his mouth, and feeling full of comfort in his heart.

At night, he returned home a little drunk, his wife was still waiting for him with her little daughter in her arms, and Zhiwen looked at his wife's plump eyebrows because she had given birth to several children, hugged her and kissed her gently.

Just a few years after getting married, he actually encountered the temptation of lustful dogs and horses, when he was young, he was full of blood and blood, and he was always in danger of making mistakes, often at this time, he would think of his mother's teachings, timely restraint, think about the wife at home to serve his elders for him, give birth to children for him, from the first time he met in the border city, to the same family after getting married, eating a table of food, in his heart, his wife is his beloved.

Many times, people always have regrets after loss, he cherishes his children, cherishes his wife, and lives a quiet and sufficient life.

Husband and wife for many years, kissed by him, his wife blushed, placed the sleeping child, and took out the newly made clothes for him to try, and whispered: "Mother's death day is not free, if you are not busy next month, we will take leave and go back to Liangcheng to pay tribute, recently I always dream that my mother is blessed in heaven, she must be missing us, when the time comes, take the child, we go back together." ”

Zhiwen nodded and responded solemnly, "Okay." ”

In the summer, Zhizhi kept calling in the trees, the sun at noon on the border was almost about to dry up the whole earth, and when the sun was about to set in the West Mountain, the wind blowing on the road softened, and Zhiwen took his wife and children back to Liangcheng from afar.

When entering the city, Zhiwen lifted the curtain, looked in the direction of his relatives' rest, and looked quietly for a long time.

Overnight, he went to the street, bought their favorite food in the East Street pancakes, brought the old wine in the restaurant, and the next morning, he took his wife and children to the grave to pay respects.

Around the tomb, a long grass has grown, and if his descendants are gone, the vast earth will slowly erase the traces of their existence, or the existence of each generation.

Zhiwen knelt down in front of the grave, as if he had met him for the first time, and bowed his head lightly, as if he raised his head again and called "Mother", their voices and smiles were still ......