See the words as I am:

An An, when you read this letter, my mother had already gone to a far away place.

Because it's too far away, there is no way to come back in this life.

I...... Not a good mother.

When I was very young, your grandmother left. No one taught me what a mother should look like.

I don't say this to excuse myself. It's remorse.

I regret that I experienced such a lonely childhood, but I still ruthlessly let you go through it too.

I regret that I have gained nothing from my own mother, and when I became a mother, I have nothing to offer to my own daughter.

I regret that I, as a mother, have also not taught you anything.

Didn't teach you how a girl should protect herself, didn't teach you right and wrong, didn't teach you how to love someone...... Of course, I don't have the qualifications and abilities to do so.

I think your brother will teach you.

I hope your brother can teach you.

He is a very promising child, and it will be much better for you to live with him than with me, a useless mother.

That's the only place I can console myself.

An An, you are a good boy.

Remember?

At the end of that year, the guys all went home on vacation. I had to change the goods in the herb shop again, and I carried those medicinal herbs back and forth by myself, dozens of times, and I cried when I moved them.

When I finished crying, I turned around and saw you stumbling back to the warehouse one by one.

A lot of medicinal herbs have been mixed, but my mother's heart is so warm.

At that moment, my mother felt extremely comforted, but extremely lonely.

Loneliness is a devil that devours human reason, morality, and even humanity. Devour everything.

Mother was devoured by this devil so much that she forgot how wonderful everything she had. So much so that everything was lost.

I'm sorry.

Mother shouldn't tell you this.

It's already cool, have you worn a little more?

My mother sewed a winter jacket for you and sent it to you with a letter. There was also a small hat, but it was only halfway there...... That's it.

I'm sorry.

I can't send you any more gifts in the future.

I'm sorry.

Once again, I left you......

I am a shameful mother. But I can't help it.

What I was looking for has disappeared into this world, and I can only follow it, to far away.

Never to come back.

I wanted to leave quietly, but I felt that I couldn't help but tell you something. Whether it's a mother's last admonition or an irresponsible woman's final self-comfort.

I have to say something.

Ann.

This is the first and last letter my mother wrote to you.

I really don't know what to say to be the most appropriate.

Ann.

You have to take care of yourself.

You have to study hard, and when you grow up, like your brother, you will also be admitted to the Taoist Academy, and you can also be a big official and an immortal.

No, my mother shouldn't ask for you.

Niang does not have such qualifications.

Practicing is too tiring, so you can do whatever you want.

Sweets should still be eaten less, teeth are broken, not pretty.

My An An must be a great beauty when she grows up. What kind of breathtaking beauty would that be?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I can close my eyes.

An An, you have to be good.

You have to listen to your brother.

You should grow up happy and peaceful.

It's useless to talk nonsense.

But my mother has nothing to give you except this useless nonsense.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how you're doing your homework now, whether you can recognize these words completely.

Save it for later, it's okay.

Or if you don't want to read it, you can do it.

......

Writing this, my mother suddenly remembered the days when your father taught me to write.

I'm sorry.

Miss you.

......

In the fourteenth year of Yongtai, on the first day of the winter month, Song Ruyi.

......

......

When he received Wangjiangcheng's letter, Jiang Wang was in a very anxious state. And the letter said that An An was personally enlightened, and since it was a letter sent by Aunt Song, he did not overstep his bounds, but directly transferred the letter to Jiang An'an.

An An jumped into the study to read the letter.

Jiang Wang was thinking about his own problems.

The white bone lotus that appeared on his body was very wrong, and the evil pattern was not an orthodox Dao product at first glance.

Something must have gone wrong. But he had no one to negotiate.

He didn't have a well-informed elder who could be fully trusted to support him at all times.

Dong A may be able to be trusted, but with his upright character, if he learns that Jiang Wang is involved in a relationship with Zuo Dao, he may slap him to death on the spot. Righteous extermination.

As for Ling He and Zhao Rucheng, these two people could naturally be completely trusted, but they had also just started to cultivate, so there was really no need to have expectations. Zhao Rucheng may have a mysterious background, but when it comes to the White Bone Dao, which is evil just by hearing the name, Jiang Wang is unwilling to involve them.

He checked some Taoist scriptures, secret stories, including some event records, but there was not a word of information about the White Bone Dao. Either it never appeared in Zhuang Guo, or it was erased.

The only thing Jiang Wang could confirm was that in his impression, there were no people or things related to the White Bone Dao.

The implicit connection with the Taiyin Star is also because it is too illusory and not otherwise.

Is the "secret" that the black gauze woman wants to know too illusory? What does that woman have to do with the White Bone Dao?

If she is a member of the White Bone Dao, then what is her purpose? If not, if she is also from a certain orthodox Dao sect, as she said, then why would she mention the White Bone Dao?

He suddenly thought of the black candle in the Tongtian Palace, which was obtained from the Mind Eater Demon. Zhou Tian's Star Dou Array Diagram came from the Too Illusory Realm, so there shouldn't be any problems. If there is anything special in the body, it is this black candle.

Where does it come from, and what is the secret?

Jiang Wang was thinking about it, and Jiang Anan ran out crying.

"What's wrong? What's wrong, An'an?" Jiang Wang squatted down and hugged her.

"Where is the far away?" An An held up the letter paper in his hand, and the tears the size of beans rolled down one by one: "Is my mother like my father, going to heaven?"

Jiang Wang realized the seriousness of the problem, he picked up An An, coaxed her, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, An An doesn't cry, my brother is here, my brother is here." My brother is with you. ”

While coaxing Jiang An'an, he took the letter and read it quickly.

The letter paper was thin, but it seemed to suddenly become heavy.

This letter followed the path of normal transmission, and judging from the time of communication between Wangjiang City and Fenglin City, the matter must have been irreparable.

Jiang Wang can't say how deep his feelings are for Aunt Song, but one is that she is his father's wife, and the other is that she is An An's mother.

She has an irreplaceable meaning for Jiang An'an and is a very important part of her life.

And she's gone forever now.

Although Jiang Anan is still young, children don't understand anything.

Jiang Wang himself came from that age, and he understands the sensitivity of children and the fragility of children. Understand how uncomfortable the little guy is.

On weekdays, Xiao An'an fell, and Jiang Wang was already distressed.

Not to mention that looking at her already crying swollen eyes would break his heart.

"An An is good, An An doesn't cry. There is an elder brother, there is an elder brother. ”

"Woo woo, my mother, she's ......"

"An An, An An, my brother will definitely give you an explanation. ”

Jiang Wang hugged her little head and said softly and resolutely.

Whoever is involved, whatever the reason.