The closer they got to the truth, the more panicked their mother and Xue Hao became. Perhaps, on this way forward, the mournful wail has explained everything.

I saw my mother almost tumble down when she reached the end of the staircase, and the hand that clung to the railing was clearly the only crutch that grasped this fragile life. I read from my mother's gaze the resentment that the ill-fated one had to end helplessly, and the almost dull eyes were full of reluctance and pity.

I know that my mother was not puzzled by Aunt Qin's death.

She knows what kind of strong heart a woman must have to be to get out of the youthful and devastated prosperity;

She knows what kind of strong faith a woman needs to have to muster the courage to face the fickle emotions and endless turmoil of this world;

She knows how lucky a woman must be to have the world's pride, the pride of the heavens, and the eternal and unchanging ends of the world;

She knew what it took for a woman to have all the thoughts that would perish before she could give up her flesh and bones and the green grass and flowers that had never been tread.

The swamp of life is hidden in the corner of fate.

Yes, my mother knows that Aunt Qin is tired and really can't walk.

She really decided to be a lonely goose again, from her own youth, to fly again!

My mother cried very sadly, and that kind of heartbreak was the most emotional pole I had never seen. When she just stepped into the bedroom with her hand on the door frame, the woolen cloak in her hand was like a fragrant flower, which instantly withered at the end of the long river of time. I suddenly saw Aunt Qin wandering in the golden wheat field wearing that enchanting red flower, and suddenly turned around and asked me, "Mu Xi, is it beautiful?" ”

I muttered to myself, "Pretty good." ”

I saw Cao Qi and Zi Yunfei running upstairs together, Zi Yunfei was still wearing high heels, and the sound of stepping on the marble steps was like Aunt Qin'er's footsteps running towards freedom and dawn, hurried but shook the depths of her soul. After Cao Qi stood outside the door and looked inside, he turned his head away. Zi Yunfei patted him on the back and went into the bedroom.

"I thought that mothers were very strong, but I didn't know that behind the strength was death. She is so stupid, will the loss of the body be exchanged for the burial of the soul? She has not yet found the ferryman of her soul, and this time, she may have no hope for this life. This was the only thing Zi Yunfei said that day.

Cao Ge trembled and picked up a piece of paper on the bedside table: "Cancan, this, this is what your mother left for you." Cancan, this is what your mother left for you! I followed the prestige, a thin piece of paper, folded it, and lay quietly beside Aunt Qin's bed, fluttering, but satin with her picturesque life.

Cao Cancan had cried so much that she lost consciousness, she lost the courage and ability to pick up that page of paper, the white paper that could spin up with the breath of the person, and since then, it has been engraved with the message of the departing person, the traces of time.

Mother Wu stretched out her hand tremblingly, and after several touches, she held Aunt Qin'er's life in the palm of her hand, and she spread out the letter that was still warm:

"I once came to the world in the days when the grass was rising in the spring, but I said goodbye to this life in the sorrow of the autumn moon.

I wanted to plant a tree in my heart and watch it grow and grow, but I found no hope in the middle of the way.

I wanted to write a poem for myself, to see it long, sad, affectionate and sad, but at the moment of parting, I was silent and alone.

After walking for so long, I suddenly feel that life is so long,

It's too late to see the scenery of the future,

When it is too late to warm the future sun, the world is already slightly cool.

Cancan, I'm Lu Qin, your mother.

Please forgive my mother's abruptness of leaving, the road to the end of the fireworks in this world is my mother's helplessness and pain.

Mom misplaced her life on the bluestone alley,

My mother once thought that the morning bell and the sunset were stories written in the diary.

However, after walking the road, my mother made her dream into a daylight.

Cancan, forgive my mother for not being able to accompany you to see all the disturbances in this world,

Forgive mom for not being able to walk with you on the road to tomorrow,

Forgive mom for her timidity and cowardice,

Forgive mom for her mistaken love and mediocrity,

Forgive my mother for her loneliness and melancholy.

Cancan, if you have time, you go to see your aunt's jewelry box, where there is the light and shadow left by your mother when she was young, and there is also your mother's sustenance for your future.

Cancan, my mother chose to live alone, because she didn't want you to see the second half of my bleak life,

Mom's departure gives you endless reverie about Mom's future.

You can imagine that my mother is watching the sunrise and watching the sunset, my mother is watching the lotus hairpin dew under the shade of the pavilions, and my mother is watching the magnificent waves on the chair by the sea.

Cancan, mom loves you.

Mother's life of wrong love, you are your mother's only and most regretless choice.

Cancan, don't cry, it's not beautiful.

Cancan, my mother uses her life to tell you that we can't catch up with the face behind the mirror, because time is ruthless, and the years love to be arrogant.

If you miss your mother, you have to learn to be strong.

Because, it is better to be stubborn than to leave regrets in the world.

Forgive my mother for not saying goodbye to you, every wave of your hand in this life is preparing for the final parting.

Forgive my mother for not holding you at the end of this life and kissing your forehead again, I am afraid that your hair will entangle my distant heart, and I am afraid that your eyebrows and eyes will hold my love in this life.

Cancan, life is like this, running around, staggering, if you have regrets, don't panic. Time is always one step ahead of life, just like the squad leader in line when you were a child, if you are absent, he will also record you.

Cancan, you have to be kind, you have to be brave, you have to be free, and you have to be sunny.

Mom stumbled all the way, and in the end, she was lost in the dilemma of thousands of roads ahead, preferring to find sunshine on the dead end.

Cancan,

Good bye

It's too late to wave goodbye.

Your mother, love you. If you think of me, remember to watch the moon at night. Wu's mother choked up and finished reading Aunt Qin'er's last letter, until Cao Cancan's wail scared the paper in Wu's mother's hand to the ground, the fluttering white, like the snow that winter had not yet come, silent, but with the weight of burying people's hearts.

I suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and ran back to my room, I pushed open the window to look at my wordless plane tree, at that moment, there seemed to be a spring breeze blowing the green in my heart, rippling, rippling, so that I fainted in the past, so that I couldn't bear to look at the ethereal sun in the future.

I saw the lush branches in front of me no more than the October sun,

I've seen it reverse the cutscenes of life's plot rehearsals,

I didn't have time to look back, I didn't have time to prepare songs and wine, and I lost the furnace that could warm reincarnation, and let the world be desolate, and I could not return the wounds of mediocrity in my life.

I silently closed the window.

I suddenly realized that time gave me the best answer,

I know that even if I have a brush and language, I can't paint the sadness of life, and I can't go all out to run to life, and then end up lonely and sad.

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