"Since it's your mother, why did you choose to paint her angry side?" In the eyes of children, aren't mothers all loving and warm?

She walked out of the house and sat on the swing under the locust tree, where the swing was very comfortable, even more pleasing than the one in front of the house. Maybe it's because I'm lonely......

"Because she in her memories will always have this expression when facing me, hehe, it's funny...... Although you don't have any expression, but in front of Haoyuan, your eyes are spoiled, and my mother's eyes only have hatred" Liujun flew to the branch of the locust tree and lay down, it turned out that when it came to the past, it was still so painful.

"The favor you want is about your mother? But how can I help you? The concubine was swinging on the swing and asked calmly what he could do with his mother's affairs and what a nightmare could he do.

"......" Liujun became silent, just staring blankly at the sparse sunlight through the leaves of the locust tree.

"Nightstream-kun? What's wrong? The concubine stopped the swing, looked up and asked, what's the matter, isn't it said it's ready?

"Well, it's okay, I just think ...... Wait for me to tell you this story slowly" Liujun took a deep breath, can he really do it?

"I'm a nightmare now, just a storyteller, you don't have to care, you can say whatever you want."

"Good" Liujun closed his eyes, all the memories opened, and all those painful pictures were displayed in front of him.

(Liujun's recollections:

I was born in Osan a long, long time ago, but my family lives in North Village, which has always been my favorite place because of my family.

When I was a child, Wushan Town was a place with extremely high spiritual power, and there were often many people with high spiritual power to cultivate. I also want to cultivate, I also want to make a difference, I want to be the most powerful person in the world, so I often come to the town from the North Village to steal learning.

Later, my mother found out, and she warned me solemnly, "Night Streamer, if you are stealing spiritual power, you will leave this house forever."

"I'm sorry, mother, I'll never peek again"

My mother didn't like me to touch spiritual power, she didn't like me to sneak out to see, although I didn't know why, but in the end I gave up for her.

Since I was a child, I didn't have a father, and it was my mother who pulled me to grow up. So, I love my mother very, very much, she is the only one I have in this world.

However, mothers do not give their children the same love and care as other children's mothers. Her only request to me was that she was not allowed to touch spiritual power, and nothing else was involved. I was like a stranger, living in this home. I tried a lot to show her, and she was expressionless and ignored.

When other people's children snuggle up to their parents, I only hope that my own parents can be by my side; When someone else's child falls and is heartbroken by his mother, I just hope that my mother can come to see me; When other people's children are rewarded by their mothers for their achievements, I only hope that my mothers will nod; When someone else's child has a mother feeding a delicious meal. I just hope that my mother can eat with me......

Because my mother didn't like me to learn spiritual power, I vowed never to learn it, and I would never watch it for the rest of my life. In my spare time, I have to sit in front of my house and read a book to pass the boring time.

"Child, are you interested in learning to write, I see that it is boring for you to sit here all day and read books," a master of calligraphy and painting who traveled to Wushan Town asked me kindly.

"Writing? What is there to learn from this?" I asked the old man in confusion.

"Son, writing is an esoteric science. It can be calming and healing," said the master, sitting beside me, in a serious voice.

"Really? Would it be a matter of pride to learn it? ”

"Uh...... Will put, because doing everything well is something to be proud of."

"That's good, I'm willing to learn, but grandpa, how can I practice writing well?"

"Well, I'll teach you," Grandpa petted my head.

"Then trouble grandpa, you will teach me, I will study carefully" I swore that I must write well, and then show it to my mother, she will be very happy.

"Okay, come with me to the inn, I'll teach you an hour a day," said the master with relief.

Since then, I have been running to the inn every day, and although Grandpa Gaoren only promised me to teach for one hour, at my request, he spent a lot of time instructing.

From morning till night, I write diligently, day and night. Finally, I wrote the "Lanting Collection Preface" in a complete imitation, and hurriedly took it to ask my grandfather to give me guidance.

"Child, you have made great progress, you can have this result in half a month, which makes grandpa very pleased" Grandpa looked at my words and praised me with a smile.

"Really? Grandpa, I'll show it to my mother, will she praise Liujun for being very powerful? I looked up and asked my grandfather happily, I really hope my mother can be like grandpa.

"Yes, yes," Grandpa nodded earnestly.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll go find my mother first" I ran desperately with the scroll, running very fast. At that moment, I felt very happy, and my mind was full of my mother's smiling face.

"Mother, mother, look. That's what I wrote, how about you take a look? I opened the scroll and put it in front of my mother's eyes, proudly waiting for my mother's praise.

"It's just imitating other people's words," the mother glanced at it casually, threw the calligraphy and painting very far, and then left without looking back.

"Woo woo, woo woo woo" I walked over and picked up the scroll, crying aggrievedly, this is what I have practiced for a long, long time. I'm afraid that my mother won't like it, so I specially asked my grandfather, why, my mother still doesn't like it...... Why?

After crying for a long, long time, I comforted myself that my mother must have felt that she could not write well, and that she must have felt that she would only write and imitate others. No, I want to write seriously, I want to write the best words for my mother.

Wiping away my tears, I went to find my grandfather again.

"Grandpa, how can you write well if you don't imitate other people's words? Why do other people write like that? ”

"O children, the reason why their words can be an example for others to learn from is because their words belong to them. Words are the best way to express your state of mind," Grandpa stroked his beard and said lovingly.

"Liujun doesn't understand" I shook my head, writing is really profound.

"It's okay, come, grandpa write a few words for you" grandpa said, picked up the brush, and wrote on the white paper with the words "words are like their people, and words express their hearts".

"Grandpa, who are you imitating here?" These words are really good-looking, but they are not the words of famous artists that I have seen.

"This is grandpa's own font, and it is filled with grandpa's heart"

"Ah, this way, grandpa is so powerful, these words are written neatly and beautifully...... So when will Liujun have his own words? "I was very envious of my grandfather, and suddenly I realized that writing was really something worth learning.

"Haha, Liujun, writing is a long persistence, repeated practice, and continuous heartfelt experience. Grandpa, that's all I can say to you. For the rest, you can slowly experience it yourself" Grandpa touched my head, as if encouraging me.

"Well, Liujun knows. I'll work hard, then grandpa will practice with me, right?" I made up my mind to stick to this practice.

"Liujun, you are very smart, you have learned what you should teach. Grandpa, I believe that one day you will have your own words, and you will become better and better because of practicing words. Grandpa won't accompany you, I hope that when I come to Osan again, you can achieve something. Believe it, you won't disappoint grandpa, will you? ”

"Well, yes, I don't necessarily disappoint grandpa" Grandpa said that he was going to a lot of places, and that was his dream. I can't delay my grandfather because I write, he has already helped me a lot.

"Good"

"Grandpa, cherish all the way. You must remember to come back, Liujun will definitely live up to your expectations"

After sending my grandfather away, I started practicing every day after breakfast, and I don't know how much paper I used and how much ink I used. I don't know how long it took me, I only have one belief, to live up to my grandfather's expectations and become the pride of my mother.

Later, I succeeded, and my calligraphy is unmatched by few people in the world. Even the literary scholars in Wushan Town admired me very much, I was only 9 years old at that time, and it took me two years, two years to work hard and persevere. It was the first time I felt so happy and so proud.

But my mother did not feel anything, as if my honor and fame were worthless to her, and I could not be her pride. Every time I made progress, I would show her, but she was indifferent. Even if it was so successful in the end, she didn't have a word of praise.

"Liujun, your handwriting is so good. Auntie is so happy for you" When my aunt saw me in a daze in the yard, she sat next to me and comforted me.

"Thank you, auntie, but, alas, why isn't my mother happy for me?" I let out a long sigh, what should I do so that my mother can look at me.

"Child, your mother is actually happy for you, but she doesn't know how to express it," said the aunt with a smile, afraid that I would think too much.

"Auntie, am I not as good as Brother Nanxun, why is my mother so good to Brother Nanxun, I may not go to my mother's own child" Nanxun is the son of his aunt, but he often goes to his mother's place, and his mother is very good to him. Because of jealousy, he rarely bothered with Nanxun. Sometimes I really have the idea that I am my aunt's son and Nanxun is my mother's son.

"Silly child, your mother is knowledgeable, not like your aunt, so your aunt had to let your brother Nanxun go to her to study. Your mother is pregnant and gave birth to you in October, this kind of talk can no longer be nonsense," Auntie was so funny that she nodded my head.

"Perhaps, auntie, I find that I don't know anything about my mother. Don't know what she likes, don't know what she expects? "I really want to do something for my mother, and I want her to be happy.

"Well, before I gave birth to you, your mother was a pharmacist, she was very fond of medicinal materials, and she was a famous doctor in Wushan Town at that time. It is said that your mother almost became a divine medicine master, but after giving birth to you, she changed and never touched the herbs again, nor did she heal anyone. Auntie didn't know your mother until later, and she didn't know a lot about it. The aunt recalled that she was also very upset about why her mother no longer practiced medicine.

"Really? Mother-in-law also knows how to heal? I asked my aunt excitedly. If that's the case, I think my mother still loves medicine very much, otherwise the medical books in the study wouldn't be neatly placed, and the things she recorded wouldn't be precious.

"Your mother must have something unspeakable, studying medicine is her lifelong dream. Liujun. Don't be sad, don't go to your heart, you have to believe. Your mother loves you."

"Yes, I see. Thank you, Auntie" I smiled, since my mother did not allow me to learn spiritual arts, and did not support me to learn calligraphy, then, I will study medicine, I will fulfill my mother's dream.

"It's okay, that auntie is busy, don't be upset" Auntie patted me on the shoulder.

"Well, Auntie go get busy," I nodded obediently.

"Then I'll let Nanxun come and play with you for a while?"

"No, Auntie. Brother Nanxun should be learning from his mother, I'll just stay by myself" Don't let Nanxun accompany him, a stupid big one, he knows that his mother is around him, hum.

"Yes, then you have to be good yourself."

"Good"

When my aunt left, I turned around and went to the study. From that moment on. I made up my mind, and I put in too much effort. I am a child who does not know any medicinal materials, and I dare not ask my mother for advice, for fear of arousing her unhappiness. Therefore, I go out early every day, I go to the medicine pavilion in Wushan Town, go to see the master there prescribe medicine, and then work hard to record, but I will always be beaten out of the medicine pavilion by the master, but I am not afraid of being beaten, and finally a doctor can't look past it, so he takes me to study.

I go out to study in the morning, and go home at noon to fetch water, chop wood, and clean. Then I secretly hid in the back of the house with the medical book, and watched my mother sit alone on the stone and embroider, which was the happiest moment of every day, because only in this way could I get closer and closer to my mother.