Chapter 217 There is no end to the flowers in the dream
"Bo'er! Fei'er! The woman cried out anxiously.
Xiao Yanfei trembled, and said in slur fear: "She's back...... She's back......"
The boy gritted his teeth and pulled Xiao Yanfei behind him-
As soon as the woman arrived under the eaves, she took off her hat, the same face, but the fat powder was not decorated, delicate and pitiful, she ran into the small hall, she was not out of breath, slightly angry, glared at the boy and said, "Why is Fei'er crying?" What are you doing out there? β
The boy glared at his mother, took a few steps back, gritted his teeth, and pushed Xiao Yan Fei behind him out: "You go, don't come to my house again!" Come on! β
The woman frowned, pulled the boy, and said, "What are you doing here?" - Fei'er - " She was about to pull Xiao Yanfei, but the boy pushed Xiao Yanfei and said angrily, "I hate them, I don't allow them to come to our house again!" Get out of here! He yelled at Xiao Yanfei.
The woman said in a loud voice: "Bo'er, why are you so rude! You're going to be angry if you do this again! β
The boy didn't care about his mother's anger, and insisted on pushing Xiao Yanfei to drive her away.
Xiao Yanfei kept crying, crying all the time, which made people upset. The woman was finally enraged, and pulled the boy over, originally this kind of force was at most to pull him to her side, but the boy was weak and sickly, and he fell down at once, and the fear that Xiao Yanfei had been suppressing suddenly broke out, screaming: "Don't! Don't hurt Brother Bo! No! β
She rushed towards the woman and stabbed the pottery shard in her hand on the woman's chest!
"Mother!" The boy hissed and scrambled to his feet, helping his mother.
The woman stared at the fragment of the blood-dripping clay pot in Xiao Yanfei's hand in dismay, the expression of despair and grief froze on her face, which was heartbreaking.
Xiao Yanfei threw away the pottery shard in his hand and cried: "Bad Aunt Yun, Bad Aunt Yun, Aunt Yun, you are getting better......"
"Mother...... The boy ......held his mother in his arms and wept weakly.
The woman coughed weakly and asked Xiao Yanfei sadly, "Fei'er...... Do you hate Aunt Yun? β
Xiao Yanfei cried: "Bad Aunt Yun, Bad Aunt Yun wants to snatch away Good Aunt Yun......"
"Mother, mother, you'll be fine, I'll go find you a doctor......" The boy stood up faintly.
The woman cried helplessly, weakly grabbed her son, stroked her handsome face, pressed her chest and said, "No need...... It's not deep, it's broken, don't worry, the bleeding will stop. β
Xiao Yanfei stood up tremblingly and asked innocently, "Is Aunt Yun's illness cured?" β
The woman glanced at Xiao Yanfei inexplicably and said, "What disease?" β
Xiao Yanfei said: "It has become Aunt Bad Yun's illness, only in this way can we get rid of Aunt Bad Yun...... Aunt Yun is so fierce...... It's scary......"
The woman looked thoughtfully at her home in a ruined place, and her eyes fell on the flower that had been pinched to pieces.
As if she had thought of something, her face turned pale, and her whole body trembled terribly.
Xiao Yanfei's face was dead white again, maybe she thought that bad Aunt Yun was going to appear again.
The woman gritted her teeth, trembled her lips, pulled Xiao Yanfei and asked seriously: "Fei'er, don't tell anyone about today's incident, especially your father, okay?" β
Xiao Yanfei stared at the woman, terrified: "Why...... Can't tell Daddy ......"
The woman smiled stiffly, and coaxed in another way: "Aunt Yun's illness has been cured, and there will be no bad Aunt Yun in the future, we will forget about this matter, and don't mention it again in the future, okay?" It's our secret, okay? We pull the hook? She stretched out her little finger and trembled several times before hooking Xiao Yanfei's little finger.
Xiao Yanfei looked at the woman with palpitations and nodded.
And the boy, but looked at his mother and frowned deeply, he loved his mother more than anyone else, but he couldn't accept the fact that he could do nothing but hide and fear?
I stared at him as if I had gone through so many years of wind, frost, rain and snow.
I have tears like rain, in fact, he has not changed at all, with an indescribable stoic stoic in his clear eyes, from the first time I saw him, I should have recognized it, this boy is Shangguan Yan.
I'd love to ask him why you're a stranger to me, because I'm insignificant and not worth remembering, or if you hate me so much that you want to bury your memories with me?
The cold and wolf-like hut, the pale clouds, and the piercing red on her heart, slowly melted into smoke and fell to the ground, and there was a different scene in front of herβ
The room was bright and gorgeous, the sunlight crept in through the hidden curtains, and the room was as white as day, and the beads of the light ball were placed on the tables everywhere in the room, and the smoke could not shine like the sun.
The surroundings were luxurious, but very cold, without a single grass or tree, and the maiden standing by the door had an expressionless face, like a wooden doll with a pestle there.
And I was lying on the bed made of gold and jade, panting and looking at a cyan slender figure not far away, my heart was half expectant, half fearful.
The sun was shining and I could see them jumping through the curtains on the blanket in front of the couch, and I wanted to reach out to catch them, but I didn't have the strength to do so.
How could I be so weak? Where am I? What about Yunlan and her son?
A hand held my hand delicately, and the gentle voice was like the warm autumn sun: "What does Yan'er want to catch?" β
I looked up with difficulty, it was a smiling face, crooked eyes, cloud-like combed hair, a clean and beautiful face without grease, and simple clothes that did not fit in with this gorgeous background, isn't it- isn't this Yunlan? Why does she call me Yan'er?
"Madame! Master! Oh no! Oh no! A teenage girl ran in like a sparrow.
The mother on the side - it was Fuye, much younger than now, but still very serious, frowned and said, "What are you shouting, arguing with the young master." β
The little girl panted and pointed to the door and said, "There is a girl who claims to be the daughter of a master, and if she wants to come to see the young master, she will stop her-"
Before the girl finished speaking, someone pushed the door in, unreasonable, arrogant, I tried my best to probe to see, it was a girl in a green shirt, tall and thin, her face was just blocked by the short curtain of the entrance, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly.
Yun Lan patted me on the shoulder and stood up anxiously, going to greet the uninvited guest.
It's just that the girl in the green shirt hasn't spoken yet, and another person came in outside, this action is very rough, as soon as she comes, she pushes the door open, and the wind pours in, I can't help but tremble.
The people in the house all bent down to the people who came in, Yun Lan gave Fu Ye a look, and Fu Ye took the people out and closed the door firmly.
"Sir." Yun Lan gently and quietly called out to the man who came in.
Master? Isn't Yunlan a widow? She...... Did she remarry? Or was this her husband in the first place?
"Hmm." The man replied with full anger, and he did not come in, but stood behind the short curtain, and his face was also obscured by the short curtain.
"I want you to break the marriage contract immediately, I will not marry in this life, and I will not commit to such a wasted person!" The girl in the green shirt pointed squarely at me and said such an unpleasant opening sentence unceremoniously.
The man was furious: "What did you say?!" How dare you say it again! β
The girl in the green shirt snorted coldly, and walked in with a hard curtain, the curtain shook, flashing with broken sunlight, stabbing me to close my eyes and hide.
"What am I saying you can't hear clearly? People say that the body is disabled and the heart is not disabled, but this person doesn't even have the courage to speak for his life's events, and even Tong Su is not as weak and disabled! Only the two of you will worship him as a treasure, wasting food and medicine, and disgrace to the people! β
Shame on the people! It's that sentence again!
The sound slashed at my heart like a knife, and I felt my blood surge, my whole body trembled, and my eardrums thundered, as if thousands of horses were about to rush at it!
Yunlan stroked my chest and comforted me softly: "Yan'er, the girl is joking with you, don't take it seriously, ah?" β
"Jokes? Also, when talking to waste, won't my words also become nonsense? What a bargain. The girl in the green shirt said sharply.
I was dizzy, my whole body was chills, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of my throat, and I spit out of my mouth with a bang!
"Bo'er!" Madame pierced my eardrums mercilessly!
The man stepped forward, he stroked his hand around his waist, and suddenly there was a long sword as thin as brocade silk in his hand, he put the sword peak straight against the throat of the girl in the green shirt, I saw her side face clearly, indifferent and disdainful, there was a resolute and unyielding line hidden in the immaturity, green gown, high hair, dressed very similar to Song Lingjian, but she was more heroic than Song Lingjian, and she seemed to be very disgusted with me, and she refused to turn her head to look at me with her eyes.
My heart hurts...... Wasn't I just a soul in my dreams? Is it because I'm him? I've always been just a spectator in my dreams, so why is this time so special?
"Stinky girl, it's just wishful thinking, you are waiting to marry into my mansion and be your third young lady obediently! I have heard of your name, I have some ability, but I don't want to hit my son with any other ideas, although Lingtang has the grace of reinvention for my son, but don't blame me for not thinking about it, my son has something, you Zhuang is a person, don't want to live! The man spoke harshly.
All the sunlight in the dream has been ripped away, and this world that does not belong to me is extremely dim, only sad crying.
I broke away from nothingness and wandered in the darkness, looking for a point of light to stand on.
A glimmer of cold light lit up, and I saw a pale figure curled up in the corner, wearing only a thin undershirt, shivering from the cold, and tears kept dripping from the back of his hand, he was so pitiful.
I couldn't help but go to the side and sit down, trying to warm him in this nihilistic way.
"Bo'er, open the door, Bo'er! Let my mother help you, your illness will be fine, Bo'er......" There was someone outside the door, crying in a dumb voice.
The young man's lips trembled so much that his lips turned purple, and he slurred his words: "Go!" Let's go! It's all ......."
Tears slid down his haggard face, still the same pair of beautiful and slightly long eyes.
I reached out and stroked it, there was no humidity, no temperature, but as if he felt it, he turned his head and glanced blankly at where I was.
I smiled at him, and we looked at each other as if we were looking at each other across the plane.
"Bo'er, open the door, don't you want a mother? If something happens to you, your mother won't survive......" Yunlan pleaded bitterly at the door.
The young man trembled his chapped lips, and his voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear clearly: "Mother, am I really as the girl said, a crippled person who is physically and mentally disabled?" β
"Bo'er, no, you're not ......" Outside Yunlan stood up and knocked on the door eagerly, the figure was anxious and helpless, as if screaming.