They called Hua Chengyi out on the phone and explained the situation to him, Hua Chengyi was silent for a moment, and said, "My mother is kind-hearted and has never offended anyone, maybe she was affected by me or my father." ”

Hua Chengyi's eyes were full of resentment, and he decided that it must have been He Meimei's doing, "That He Meimei, if something happens to my mother, I will definitely not let her go!" ”

Although Hua Chengyi's mother was born in the countryside, her ancestors were scholars, only in modern times due to the war declined, the whole family died scattered, only Hua Chengyi's grandfather participated in the Anti-Japanese War Army, and finally lost a leg in the war against Kou, life was more difficult, despite this, his grandfather's family style has not changed, although his mother has not read for a few days, but also inherited the knowledgeable, gentle and kind character.

When Lu Xiaonan walked into the courtyard full of flowers with Hua Chengyi, the nanny Aunt Li was hurriedly walking out, holding her mobile phone and preparing to call Hua Chengyi, after she saw Hua Chengyi at a glance, she almost cried, "Xiaoyi, hurry, go and see your mother, she, she ......"

"What's wrong with my mom?" Hua Chengyi hurriedly rushed into the back room.

At this time, Hua Chengyi's mother put on a pink embroidered cheongsam, was sitting in front of the dresser and slowly combed her gray hair, and the sunset shone in the window, dyeing her haggard face with a faint red, she looked at Hua Chengyi, showing a loving and gentle smile, this is a picture of a beautiful and flawless mother.

Hua Chengyi was almost stunned, this was the first time he had looked at his mother so much in more than ten years, the first time he found that his mother was so beautiful, and the first time he had the determination to take care of this beauty forever. He looked at the nanny with a sad face on the side, "Aunt Li, my mother is obviously getting better, why are you ......?"

The corners of Aunt Li's eyes were moist, but she didn't know how to answer.

It's a return to light. Lu Xiaonan glanced at Tufeng, and the two of them were in a heavy mood.

She turned her head slightly, showed a gentle smile, and beckoned to Hua Chengyi slightly, "Xiaoyi, come here, let my mother take a look at you again." ”

A pair of rough hands caressed his face, very warm, as if he was held in his mother's arms when he was a child, slightly closed his eyes, this moment is so happy.

"Xiaoyi, mom gave you a gift, and you stretched out your left hand." The mother's voice was as gentle as ever.

Hua Chengyi obediently stretched out his hand, and his mother took out a box from the drawer of the dresser and opened it, and it was full of silk threads a few centimeters long, which were all threads, but only black and white silk threads.

Hua Chengyi looked at his mother puzzled, but heard his mother say, "This is the hundred lines that my mother asked for Xiaoyi, the black line is the bone, the white line is the muscle, and the Fu Shoulu in my son's life is tethered." ”

As her mother spoke, she braided these silk threads into knots, and then tied Hua Chengyi to her left wrist and tied a beautiful flower-shaped knot, "The first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival next year, take it down and release it from the gutter in the courtyard, bring all the disasters for my son, and bless Wu'er for a lifetime of ......good health."

"Mom......" Hua Chengyi choked up.

Standing outside the door and looking at the mother and son in front of him, Lu Xiaonan suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, as if there was such a similar picture somewhere in his memory. It was in a very large and empty courtyard, a haggard lady whispered, "The black thread is the bone, the white thread is the muscle, and the Fu Shoulu who lives for my son is tethered......" She tied the silk thread woven into a knot on the wrist of a ten-year-old boy, with a look of infinite affection, "The first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival, take it down and release it from the drainage ditch in the courtyard, bring all the disasters for my son, and you will be ......healthy for the rest of my life."

The expressions of the two mothers were so similar, even the tone of their voices was the same, and the two faces gradually overlapped in front of his eyes, and finally only the mother in front of him was left.

Tears slipped down from the corners of Lu Xiaonan's eyes, and for no reason he just wanted to cry.

Maybe this is the memory of that Qu Jing again, but why is the memory so real every time, as if it has left a deep imprint on himself, and he really has experienced it.

That time, when Qu Jing was eight years old, the mother and son returned from their grandfather's house with eight guards, and rescued the little girl who was about to be put into the cauldron to be steamed. At the same time, I secretly had some worries in my heart.

On this day, their carriage traveled to a mountain col, which was less than a hundred miles away from their family's fiefdom Kaiyang City, but it was here that they encountered a group of Hun cavalry that came from nowhere, and eight guards desperately protected the carriage, although they were all masters of martial arts, killing dozens of enemies, but in the end they were besieged by several times the enemy, and they were killed and cut off their heads one by one.

When the blood of the last of the guards began to reach the carriage, when the coachman was shot through the throat with an arrow, and when the four servants also fell in a pool of blood, the three of them faced endless despair.

Qu actually saw the leader with the scar on his face walking wildly, and when he saw him swing his saber and slash at himself, he pulled out the Nether Sword that he had carried with him since he was a child, and puffed up his chest to fight it. Although he came from a famous family to learn martial arts since he was a child, and he also practiced magic, but he was too young, and where was the opponent of Scarface who survived licking blood from the head of the knife, and flew away with just one move of the Nether Sword, Scarface smiled and slashed at his head, and it was his mother who stood in front of his young body.

The knife was less than a finger away from the woman's neck, and the sharp blade cut through the woman's white skin, and blood dripped down, and the woman's eyes were full of despair, but the scarred face was suddenly stunned, staring at the noblewoman, and his eyes were full of amazement.

In the end, the mother took the initiative to follow them, leaving only Qu Jing and Youyun, two seven or eight-year-old dolls, chasing the smoke and dust of the horse's hooves for a long time......

A year later, a big war against the northern barbarians began, the father personally took action, the means were exhausted, killing the barbarian floating corpses for thousands of miles and bleeding rivers, and the mother was also rescued back to Kaiyang City, but at this time the mother was sick, her body was getting weaker and weaker, and no medicine stone could save her life, and she died a few months later with a deep love for her son......

Lu Xiaonan just stared at Hua Chengyi's mother and son in front of him, he didn't know if it was a coincidence, and he didn't know if it was the custom of Yizhou City for his mother to ask for a hundred family threads to tie to her child's wrist, but in that memory of Kaiyang City, which is now Yizhou City, was what every mother would do at that time, it was the embodiment of maternal love, the silk thread of love. Every time the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival, there will be countless silk threads released by the teenagers from their own drainage ditches, as the rain is washed into the sewer and then into the moat, some of the silk threads will turn into silt, and some are more fortunate to be discharged from the moat into the Yi River, and finally with the surging river water into the sea......

Lu Xiaonan didn't know where the silk thread on Qu Jing's wrist ended up flowing in his memory, but he knew that maternal love was something he longed for but couldn't get, and this memory should be regarded as a thought left by his real mother to him.

His hand had been dug deep into the wooden door frame, and the splinters of wood were scattered, and tears were dripping down his handsome cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

And Tu Feng has been observing around since he stepped into the room, he doesn't seem to have much feeling for Hua Chengyi's mother and son, and after a while, he stretched out his left hand and pinched his fingers to calculate, suddenly frowned, and said softly, "Strange, how is the result of today's calculation different from the results of the previous days?" It's weird. ”

Tu Feng glanced at the woman who was gently combing Hua Chengyi's hair in the room, and then at Lu Xiaonan, who was tearful beside him, and couldn't help sighing, his right index finger touched his eyebrows, and silently recited a mantra in his mouth, shouting, "Tianyan, open!" The cyan brilliance in his eyes flashed, but when he saw the situation in the room clearly with the eyes of heaven, his face changed in an instant, and he grabbed Lu Xiaonan's arm and hurriedly jumped into the courtyard.

"You, what are you doing!" Lu Xiaonan woke up from grief and was very dissatisfied with Tufeng's behavior.

Tu Feng's voice trembled a little, "Xiao Nan, we seem to be in big trouble. ”