Jiang Bantu stopped what he was doing, got up, and carefully wiped his hands with the silk cloth on the stone table.

Then he stretched out his hands to support the woman's elbows.

The woman resisted and ducked.

"Qiongzhi, why are you doing this?"

- This woman is Jiang Bantu's wife Luo Qiongzhi.

Don't look at her face, she is now over half a hundred years old.

"Jiang Bantu, how long are you going to hide it from me?" Qiong Zhi burst into tears, "Where is my Jing'er?" ”

……

Under the canopy.

At noon, Luo Yin ate more wine in the drunken building, and after separating from Mei Qinghe's father and daughter, he stepped on a little weak steps, went to the Yuelai Inn to get a horse, and ran all the way to the Twin Lakes in the outer city of western Beijing.

After scattering the horses, Luo Yin lay in the grass on the shore of the lake and fell asleep, basking in the sun for two hours, and when he woke up, it was already a red sun in the west.

He got up and sat down against the root of a tree, reached out and pulled another piece of grass, stuffed it into his mouth, and did not move.

It's been ten years.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned into a silent smile, and his smile revealed endless misery.

He had a gentle and polite mother, and they all said that she was a great beauty when she was young.

Beautiful or ugly, he had never seen his mother in real shape.

When his mother was young, he didn't remember anything, and when he finally grew up and could remember, he knew that his mother was still the same mother, but a fire took away her beauty and soul.

"If A-Niang had died in that fire, would everything have been different?" He often wondered.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Father, the man who everyone knows and loves his mother as much as his life, has also changed after a fire.

He didn't know what caused the fire, but he knew that from then on his father silently picked up his carving knife, and there was always only one thing under the carving knife: his mother. all sorts of his mothers—the size of his thumb, or the height of a foot, or the size of a real person; The material is earth, wood, and jade; or standing in the wind, or looking back and smiling, or hiding his face and contemplating, or angry or angry, or happy or afraid, or painting flowers, or washing......

It is said that he was still an infant and a cute little baby when the terrible fire broke out.

It is said that his mother loved him more than anything else.

He hadn't seen his mother until he was six years old, and everything related to "mother" was blank except for one statue after another.

He asked, but his father refused to answer.

Shortly after his sixth birthday, one day he went out to play in the garden by himself – he was an independent man and often found it fun to play.

"Jing'er—"

Suddenly, he heard a hoarse voice calling his name.

"Who's calling me?" He lifted his little head and looked around, but saw nothing, rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself, "Did I hear me wrong?" ”

He crouched down and continued to play.

"Jing'er, my Jing'er!"

The voice rang out again behind him. He stood up again and looked behind him.

A woman was standing not far away.

The woman was dressed in a thin white garment, with a hood, tall and thin, her hands shrunk in her clothes, her big eyes full of tears and compassion, and she looked extremely beautiful. Her beauty was sickly stiff and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

This extremely beautiful woman looked at him infatuatedly.

"Are you calling me?" He asked.

Hearing this, the woman nodded, and tears suddenly rolled down like beads with broken threads, instantly wetting the placket on her chest.

He looked at the woman who was raining down tears, and felt a familiar and indescribable kindness.

The woman kept crying without speaking, which made him cry too, and he sobbed and said, "Who are you?" Don't cry, you're crying so hard in my heart! ”

At this moment, a maid came anxiously and hurriedly, and as soon as she came up, she hurriedly grabbed the woman's elbow, half worried, half angry, and said, "Madam, why did you come here?" Let the slave and maid be easy to find for a while. She followed the woman's eyes and saw him, "Little master! - Madame, don't cry, it's not good for you, I'll help you go back! ”

She walked back with the woman in her arms, and the woman was reluctant, looking back frequently, and walking away with stiff steps.

Soon after, he learns that the beautiful and sick woman is his mother.

From then on, his father allowed him to see his mother every five days.

He also has a mother! There was indescribable joy in his heart.

Not long after, his father allowed him to see his mother once every three days, half an hour at a time.

It's just exciting!

Every time he went to see his mother, she would sit on the edge of the bed and look lovingly at him chattering, and he said, she listened.

He instinctively felt that his mother sometimes wanted to hug him or touch his head, but she was restrained. Mother's hand never reached out.

Every time he came out of his mother's place, he would be stained with a faint or strong smell of Chinese medicine, which made him feel at ease.

Once, when he wanted to surprise his mother, he went to his mother's place early, only to find that she was restless and restless while waiting for him to come.

He said sensibly to his mother: "Auntie, don't worry, I won't leave you." ”

As he grew older, he learned that his mother had been seriously burned to save him.

He barely had intact skin all over his body, and every time he saw him, he wore a mask handmade by his father on his face.

The appearance of the mask is the original appearance of the mother.

What kind of pain did that raging fire bring to my mother! Inch by inch of flame rolled through the skin and brought strings of burning bubbles, and even breathing with the death pain of a sharp blade blunt cut!

He shut himself in the house and wept bitterly.

Crying that my mother's liver and intestines have been broken, life and death are uncertain!

His mother looked into his eyes and said solemnly, word by word: "Jing'er, remember, it's not your fault that A-Niang is like this!" ”

He bowed his head and said nothing.

Seeing him like this, his mother stared into his eyes again and repeated irresistibly, "Jing'er! It's not your fault! It's none of your business! Do you understand? ”

He nodded.

"Destiny comes in many ways, everyone's is different, and that's my destiny. No one else. ”

He kept this sentence in mind.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, he is nineteen years old.

On that day, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his father withdrawing from his subordinates, and with an unconcealed ecstasy on his face, he entered his mother's room with a brocade box in his arms.

He quietly followed his father. Stopped at the closed door of his mother's room.

"Jiang Bantu, I don't agree!" The mother raised her hoarse voice, and her anger was suppressed in her voice.

"Disagree? Ho! There was a bit of fierce mockery in his father's voice, "'Insight Jian' is a treasure that many people dream of, and you actually say that you don't agree!" I'm not working hard for you! ”

"For me? Jiang Bantu, I'm not rare! If you were really for me, you should have let me die in the first place! What am I like that? What is the difference between living in such humiliation and the walking dead! I'd rather live a happy day than a miserable life! I'm not alive at all! The mother's voice contained boundless pain, and even the hoarse voice became sharp, "I'm not alive like this, do you understand?" Do you understand? ”

Qin seemed to sigh: "Qiongzhi, don't be willful, now that you have the priceless treasure of 'Insight Jian', you will naturally live a better life in the future." ”

When my mother heard this, she suddenly felt a little hysterical and a little sad, and he heard a cry of indignation.

"Don't cry!" He heard his father say angrily, "You know that crying is not good for your health, and you still cry!" ”

"Jiang Bantu, what did you do in order to get your so-called baby?" The mother gradually stopped crying and questioned in a calm voice.

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to wear it with peace of mind."

"No!" The mother said firmly, "I don't want to! ”

"Think of your good son!" The father said, "Jing'er needs a good mother." ”

The mother suddenly cried again: "Jiang Bantu, Jing'er is also your son!" You're going to threaten me with Jing'er! She said hatefully, "You're going to threaten me with Jing'er!" ”

The father said, "Qiongzhi, you know that I love you, and I won't hurt you no matter what!" In order for you to survive, I searched for famous doctors......"

His mother interrupted him coldly: "All these years, when have you asked me what I wanted?" When did you sit in front of me and hear me speak? Luo Qiongzhi died in the fire of revenge. Your love has long since become a fragile shell. ”

Father: "You! It's useless to be angry with me on purpose, no matter what, the 'insight' is yours! ”

He didn't know what kind of mood he had after listening to such words, and the more he listened, the more shocked he became!

His father, he thought he was loving. He had patiently taught him swordsmanship, taught him light skills, and taught him how to make masks, but it turned out that he was so unbearable in private.

Two days later, he went to see his mother, but she refused to see him, and two days later, he went back to his mother's church, but he was still denied.

If so, three.

Mother is like this, why on earth? I can't help but be suspicious.

The fourth time, he was determined to see his mother. He knelt down in front of his mother's hall. After all, it was the mother-son connection, and the mother finally relented. He wondered if his mother was soft-hearted.

When he saw his mother, he was shocked.

No, being taken aback is not enough to describe.

He stared blankly at the woman in front of him who was his mother.

The skin on her face is natural, smooth and delicate, and the whole person is full of energy and dazzling without saying a word.

The only pair of big eyes filled with tears, full of supreme splendor and boundless sorrow......

His mother, as he had seen for the first time when he was six years old, was dressed in white and with a hood, so thin that she could not withstand a breeze.

She looked at him with her hands in her clothes and her eyes full of sadness.

With just one glance, he understood everything.

He didn't know how he stood up, Xu was kneeling for too long, Xu was too eager to get up, he couldn't help but stumble.

He laughed for a while and walked out of the house, walked out of his nineteen years old, and walked out of Jingzhou.

Ten years, he gave up the name of "Jiang Yujing" and wandered the rivers and lakes.

In the past ten years, there is no longer "Jiang Yujing" in the world.

He is "Luo Yin".

The prodigal son Luo Yin.