Chapter 70: Waking up from a dream and breaking the strings

Chapter 70: Waking up from a dream and breaking the strings

Sun Qingyang had a nightmare again, as if he had returned to the night when he was five years old, and the family had not yet gone to Yongcheng.

The so-called fate may be that no matter how smart and powerful a person is, he can't escape the arrangement of the invisible hands in the underworld, just like the best archer, who can shoot down the fastest prey, but he can't decide the direction of the bird, and he can't change the nature of the migratory bird flying south.

The best fishermen will inevitably have empty nets, and even end up with dead fish and broken nets. Fate arrangement, the peak sometimes, the trough sometimes, everything has an end, otherwise Ji Tailai is a turning point of fate, and happiness and sorrow are also a turning point of fate.

The turning point of Sun Qingyang's fate was one night.

That night, her mother didn't give her dinner because she broke a bowl and told her to go to bed after finishing her daily work.

She didn't cry because she knew that crying would upset her mother and lead to greater punishment.

So she just finished feeding the calves, and drove the cows into the shed, and then went back to the house to clean up, and wiped the bluestone floor with water, although it was bitter, but the mother liked to be clean, every day no matter how tired and late, she had to tidy up the house before going to sleep, before feeding the cows these jobs were done by the brothers, and the brothers went out with their father to sell horses in the past six months, and Sun Qingyang and Du Ziheng took over.

Wiping the room was because her mother had back pain and couldn't stand up after a little bow, so she began to take the initiative to clean up her room.

The nurse Du Mama also has to help her mother take care of her younger brother and wash the family's clothes, Du Ruo and Yun Shi have to clean up the house, cook the family's meals, clean the dishes and chopsticks, and feed the horses.

So she can't be the eldest lady and just eat and not move.

Why did this year become like this, their house, their family's descendants, all disappeared, leaving only Du Ruo's family of three, accompanied by a little maid Yunshi, who had no land to go, moved to the deserted wilderness, and began to do some menial work.

Sun Qingyang didn't know, and she didn't dare to ask her mother, because she once saw that when her eldest brother Jizong complained that the food was too rough, her mother actually brought the food in front of him and made him go to bed hungry.

At first, it took more than two hours to wipe three rooms, but now it only takes half an hour, practice makes perfect, this is what her mother told her. But today I was hungry, I couldn't help but stop resting, the beads of sweat on my forehead slid down to the ground and were wiped off, although it was summer, the weather in the evening was still cool, Sun Qingyang's clothes were wet and wet, soaked with sweat.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that Sun Qingyang cleaned up and lay back on her small bed, she smelled the aroma of food, but she was too tired to eat the food left by her mother.

In the dream, dogtail and thistle gradually climbed the corral, her pony grew up and gave birth to a foal, and her mother and father stood at one end of the stable, looking out at the rolling mountains in the distance, their shoes sunk deep in the mud mixed with horse manure, their wrinkled faces as gloomy as the sky before the rain, as if they merged with the desolate landscape—like a projection of the dark clouds behind them.

When Sun Qingyang woke up, she thought she had just had a dream, and her mother's face in the dream was still clearly visible, but the unfamiliar room and furnishings in front of her reminded that the dream was indeed an illusion, she tried to get up to see where it was, but a pair of hands held her down, and a woman's face vaguely appeared in front of her, a completely unfamiliar face, she looked at the woman's mouth moving, but she couldn't understand what she was talking to herself.

Sun Qingyang wanted her to stop talking, wanted her to go to her mother, wanted her to tell her where she was, but she couldn't say a word, her mouth couldn't open, and a fear she had never had made her bite her lip tightly and hold back the emotion of wanting to cry.

Since she was a child, whenever she cried, although her mother's face did not change, she would never meet her requirements, and always said that crying could not solve the problem, and she had to learn to figure it out by herself, so although she was only five years old, Sun Qingyang had already learned to control her emotions.

Even though the fear almost broke Sun Qingyang at this moment, she still wrote down all the arrangements in the room, about nine feet wide and twelve feet long, only the bed she was lying on and the chair where the woman holding her was sitting, a table at the head of the bed, the bed, the table, and the chair were all of rosewood texture, thick and heavy, and the workmanship was coarse, but the carving was exquisite. She didn't know what the use of remembering it was, but there was a strong feeling in her heart that she was awake...... I don't know where I am, or what happened to me...... These are the only ways to divert attention.

Then every step of awakening increased Sun Qingyang's sense of fear, she thought that the collapse in front of her was already the extreme, but she found that it felt like a tide, and there were higher and more turbulent waves after the big waves, and in the waves of fear, as her consciousness gradually became sober, her endurance gradually became stronger.

With the passage of time, every day, except for the woman who would regularly bring her three meals, give her a massage, and help her solve the problem, new faces constantly appeared, observing her, those people were men and women, old and young, but no matter which one they were, no matter who they spoke, she still couldn't hear their lips moving, but Sun Qingyang couldn't hear anything. She tried to speak, only to find that every face staring at her did not respond.

After a day and a night, seven days and seven nights, many more days and nights passed, and then time became meaningless. Sun Qingyang could only see from the window that the sky was getting brighter to darker, her consciousness was drifting, although she didn't know how long she had been lying here, but she was sure that something catastrophic had happened, otherwise she would never be able to see her mother, no matter how naughty she was hiding before, she could find herself.

The people who came and went every day suffocated Sun Qingyang, at first, she couldn't make a sound, and later, she didn't want to talk to them, she hated the smell of those people, a bloody, cold smell, hated the hands of those people touching her, and her intuition told her that these people were not to be approached, until a pair of hands touched her cheeks, causing her to turn her head when she was facing the wall and pretending to sleep. It was also a completely unfamiliar face, but her hand made Sun Qingyang extremely comfortable and familiar, it was a mother's hand, a stern and gentle mother.

Looking at the person who touched her, Sun Qingyang's mind suddenly remembered that he had returned to the mountains to collect firewood and got lost, walking around among the trees shrouded in the night, shouting in a hoarse voice, listening to the roar of the wild wolves around him, surrounded by various feelings of fear, cold, sleepiness, and hunger.

Until she was suddenly picked up by her father, and when her mother took her from her father's warm embrace, she was already drowsy, and the moment she was next to the bed, she vaguely seemed to hear her mother say: "No matter where you are, Dad and Mom will definitely find Qingqing." If one day we don't find Qingqing for a while, don't panic, don't be afraid, wait patiently, we will definitely find yours and find our Qingqing. That was the only time in my memory that her mother called her Qingqing with such a gentle voice, instead of Sun Qingyang, who usually kissed adults like she treated.

A tear slipped from the corner of Sun Qingyang's eyes, and she couldn't resist the feeling of crying bitterly in her mother's arms, but there was still a woman in the room who was in charge of delivering food every day, so she only looked at the unfamiliar face that caressed her, and then turned her head to face the wall, ignoring it as if she were any one else......

"Miss, are you having nightmares again?" Hearing the nightmare scream made by Sun Qingyang in the inner room, Du Ruo, who was in the night outside, immediately put on his clothes and came in with a lamp.

Sitting in front of the bed, Du Ruo gently stroked Sun Qingyang's back, calmed her down slowly, and comforted her in a whisper, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over, it's all over." ”

When that incident happened, Du Ruo was only ten years old, and she couldn't figure out the specific situation, but she only knew that it seemed that a senior official in Zou Ping had taken a fancy to his wife's beauty, and used a trick to make the old man lose his official position, sell the house, and send people to send them away.

Because of the great favor of the old lady, her family followed the homeless Yun Shi all the way, of course, there was no monthly case, and she had to do a lot of things, she didn't feel much wronged, and she heard her mother Du Mama say that it was better than the life that her family couldn't eat before, but even the young lady who was only five years old had to follow the work, it was a dark time.

In that way, the lady still taught them to read and write every day, telling them that life is long, and that they should not be perverse because of temporary pride, nor should they be depressed by temporary frustration.

In any case, you have to face it with a smile, because you don't know what will happen in the next moment, who you will meet, and a smile is the best way to face it.

However, on that night, the young lady was taken captive, and what she thought was a dark time was even bleak and irrelevant, and even the lady, who had always smiled gently, frowned.

When the old man and the young master came back from selling horses and knew the news, it was already three days later, and they didn't know how they got the young lady back.

However, from time to time, the young lady would have nightmares, wake up from her dreams, or cry or be stunned.

Madame, they didn't say, and they didn't dare to ask.

After that, the family moved to Yongcheng, and the lord gave Yongcheng the master book, and even the household registration of his family became the Yongcheng family of the world.

Mrs. often asks the young master to take the young lady out to play with herself and Yun Shi, maybe it is the sunshine outside, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, or the simple folk customs of Yongcheng, the young lady's eyes are black and bright again, and through the light, you can see the smile, shining brightly, and it is getting better and better.

The good-looking young lady surprised the people of Yongcheng with her intelligence, and also amazed Mrs. Peng Chengbo who came to Yongcheng.

In this way, he was taken to Jingshi and came to the Prince's Mansion.

It's all gone.

Du Ruo helped Sun Qingyang, who had calmed down, to lie down, helped her cover the quilt, patted gently, hummed the lullaby they often listened to when they were young, watched the corners of her mouth smile, and fell asleep, before blowing out the lights, walking outside, and covering the door lightly.