In the afternoon, when Miao Qingyun called Lao Zhang back, Ji Lun asked Miao Qingyun to go back to the house to clean up, his eyes swept down Lao Zhang, and what he said was: "When did she die?"

Lao Zhang's face changed, and he couldn't help but look at the room, but he couldn't communicate with Miao Qingyun inside, sweat flowed down his forehead, and he pushed his wheelchair to Ji Lun: "What does Xiaolang mean?"

Wow -

Ji Lun pushed away the wheelchair and got up, his long sleeves hung down, his dark eyes were painted, this moment was not like a teenager who had been paralyzed for seven years, but more like his unfathomable father, looking down: "Aunt Qingyun is from a military background, she is not good at disguise...... Do you still want to hide it from me? Uncle Zhang, you can do it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Little Lang ......"

Lao Zhang trembled, couldn't bear the pressure and bowed his head sadly: "Last year, Chinese New Year's Eve snowy night...... It's cold, Mrs. is a little cold, Xiaoyun wants to take her to the hospital to see a doctor, Mrs. hesitated, she said I miss Xiaolang you and Miss Acacia, call and ask the hospital, can I go to see you by the way......"

Ji Lun was shocked, realizing that it might be his mother's last wish, and he said slowly, "Dean...... Very well, tell me, how did he answer?"

Everyone could hear the anger, and Lao Zhang's voice was lowered: "The dean said that the hospital system cannot be violated, and the children cannot be allowed to see her, which is not conducive to the patients...... Dr. Li was only sent to pick her up and take her to the hospital, but Madame refused...... She seemed to hate Dr. Lee. ”

Xiaoyun had no choice but to ask Steward Fei for medicine, and the servant lady took some medicine, but the lady couldn't bear her busy work in the middle of the night and asked her to sleep...... Xiaoyun has a simple temperament, so she didn't insist, after all, Mrs. has always been used to running, practicing dance, and has some health roots, which is not worse than her health as a orderly, but who knows that after closing the door, Mrs. is used to sitting on the balcony alone for a while......"

"Madame has had this habit over the years, whenever it rains and snows, and it is easy to fog, she will sit on the balcony chair, and no one knows what she is looking at...... Once, in the fog, the adults sat with her for a while, chatted a little, and then said, 'Let her see, don't disturb her'...... So ......"

Ji Lun listened quietly to these disagreements, his face was expressionless, and he didn't speak.

Lao Zhang can understand the mood of this young man at the moment, he has opened his mouth to leak the secret, and he can only bite the bullet and continue: "But the snow was too big that night, she may have had a high fever and forgot to go back to the room, and the next morning, Xiaoyun, who got up early to take care of the housemother, found that she had ......."

"Is this the balcony?"

Ji Lun raised his head and looked at the balcony of the master bedroom, and vaguely saw that the night he saw his mother in the spirit world, his mother was also on the balcony, what did she see?

Don't think about it, because you have seen it yourself......

Joyful kids playing around their knees in the mist...... Thinking about the sick and looking forward to it in the snowy night, it seems that the mother who struck one match after another to illuminate the dream and finally froze to death alone.

An inexorable coldness and burning heat in his chest made Ji Lun unable to think, just pointing his fingers: "Is this balcony?"

"Yes......"

Lao Zhang stiffly raised his head, looked at the yellow rosewood chair on the main balcony, and the white kitten on the squatting chair ring, and said, "It's in the little ...... The chair where the little white cat sits...... The cat was picked up last summer, and some of its feet were limping, so Mrs. Ji couldn't help but take it in...... Probably ......"

Ji Lun was stunned, he understood his mother's emotional sustenance, and the coldness and burning surged into his throat, a little fishy and sweet.

"Madame always sat in that chair and fed the cat, and when the mistress died and left, the kitten often sat there alone...... The beast is still affectionate, not to mention the people, the Ji Mansion is sad and sad when they read the good of Mrs. Ji in the past, but people can't be resurrected after death, Xiaolang don't hurt himself......"

"Okay, tell me, Chinese New Year's Eve...... This is Mrs. Ji, not Colonel Ji's widow!" Ji Lun roared, coughing again and again, covering his hands, and gradually turning red.

In the autumn sun, the whole person sank into the abyss, restraining the coldness of his voice: "What about him, when his wife froze to death, where was Colonel Ji......

"On the southern front of the empire, the Second Cochin County Rebellion War...... The Lord leads a team of elite warlocks against the task force of the Third Reich of Frans. Lao Zhang said in a deep voice, with a hint of hardness: "It is the exclusive team of priests of the Old Guard of Emperor Frans, who was sent to the Far Eastern battlefield to seize the land north of the Red River. ”

Guillon: "......"

"Lu Hou personally ordered the news to be withheld, and it could not affect the ...... of the front"

"So Colonel Ji didn't even attend the funeral?" Ji Lun sneered.

"Xiaolang, please forgive me for opening my mouth too much, this matter ...... I really can't blame anyone......" Lao Zhang raised his voice a little, and then lowered his voice: "My lord returned from being injured two months later, and I learned the news of my wife's death in the military hospital......"

"Xiaolang, you must know that the Third Reich Frans is an old European continental power, although it wants to monopolize Jiaozhi and does not know what other powers will meet, but only send a partial division, but the imperial army can thwart the ambition of a foreign enemy wolf son also greatly encourages the people, that night, the whole country rejoiced, the newspapers praised Yu Luhou's army to stop the centrifugal betrayal of Jiaozhi County, and the city was full of fireworks and firecrackers all night long......"

"The adults didn't sleep all night in the hospital, and the next morning, their hair turned gray...... The adults still love her, and they know that the children love her, so I won't let you know the news......"

"No one is at fault in this matter...... Xiaoyun is not wrong, the dean is not wrong, the housekeeper is not wrong, the lady is not wrong, the adult is not wrong, Lu Hou is not wrong, and you and your sister are not wrong...... Just many coincidences, an unexpected misfortune. Lao Zhang raised his head and said seriously, this old nurse traveled from south to north when he was young, and he knew a lot of things that were more painful than this young man's experience: "Madame doesn't want this, and she doesn't want you to indulge in anger and pain, you are the hope of Jifu, and you have to cheer up." ”

Guillen fell silent.

The flames of anger burned and burned, and the vast and cold disappointment imprinted into the young man's heart, and the voice squeezed out between his teeth: "Everyone is not wrong? Is there no problem? Can a mother who wants her child die in a snowy night......? This world, this world ......"

"Meow~~~"

The little white cat jumped down on the chair on the balcony and landed on the young man's shoulder, the bronze key was gently shaken in the copper bell, and the jingle sound stopped, and then rubbed Ji Lun's ear, as if to comfort him cordially, and called softly: "Meow~~~"

"You mean...... Are you just as sad, are you missing her?" Guillen touched the little white kitten's back.

The little white cat engraved with 'Su Xiaoxiaomei' in the ice jasmine wreath on the collar blew up to the boy, and this time he didn't run away again, but just called twice more with some dissatisfaction: "Meow~~~Meow~~~"

"Is that agreeing with me?" Guillen muttered to himself.

"Meow Meow~~~ Meow Meow~~~ Meow Meow~~~"

Lao Zhang looked at one person and one cat, sighed and left, the autumn wind blew through Xiao Suo's yard, Ji Lun raised his head, and suddenly just "haha" twice.

The laughter was low.

............

Afternoon・Town Library

Miao Qingyun looked at Ji Lun, the young man seemed to accept the reality, with no smile on his face, but he didn't have too many emotions, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Miao Qingyun seems to be familiar with the aunt of the librarian - a middle-aged woman with a big waist and a round waist, a round face, and a modified women's overalls in a men's green shirt, it is estimated that her arms are as thick as Ji Lun's thighs, but her eyes are gentle, and she talks to customers who come to borrow books in a polite manner.

Seeing that Ji Lun came in in a wheelchair, the middle-aged woman got up behind the counter to help.

Seeing the woman pushing the wheelchair, the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up: "Miao Qingyun, is this your child?

"Senior Sister Xiaoting......" Miao Qingyun chatted with her for a few words and asked about the location of some information.

Ji Lun moved his legs by himself, sat down on a chair in the reading room with a stack of printed books, and Miao Qingyun also came over with a wild history note: "Aunt Administrator is a classmate of the former girls' school, although she has been five years behind and has never really gotten along, but it is rare to work in a town, and she is still very concerned about Xiao Ji Lun's condition, Auntie will help you find it together, well, you want to see the local county records 300 years ago, right? What do you want to check specifically?"

Ji Lun frowned slightly: "I'm not sure yet, it's a rough flip, the key word, it can be said to be ...... Cloud Mountain. ”

"Cloud Mountain?"

Miao Qingyun stiffened for a moment, Ji Lun didn't see it, and continued to read: "Well, Yi Shengyun Fu Zhenjun...... It should be the name. ”

And Miao Qingyun watched silently, without any movement, and later helped to rummage through it, she looked for it very quickly, and it could even be said that it was very direct - she picked out five or six notebooks of the scholars at that time, and gently placed them in front of Ji Lun, waiting quietly.

Ji Lun lowered his gaze and stopped looking at her, and when he saw the information, the corners of his eyes jumped slightly.

Local county chronicles, I have to say that this is a fine tradition of the pan-Chinese region, there are always local chronicles and central chronicles to form a contrast, the level of clear details, if the county chronicles are not recorded in detail, you can also find the field history reference of scholars' notes.

After checking the information, Ji Lun was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "300 years ago, the Dalu Dynasty was newly established, and there was a mountain and a temple in Yunwu Mountain. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Yi Shengyun Fu Zhenjun was destroyed, but the townspeople continued to worship, and the imperial army severely suppressed it. Ji Lun raised his gaze: "These, Auntie, do you know?"

"Yes. Miao Qingyun's voice was a little difficult, which was equivalent to admitting that she had hidden it in the past, but said: "I know some, but it's not complete." ”

Then, she confessed what she knew about the past, some of which were not in the books......

"The empire suppressed another ...... twenty years ago"

"Punish some secret worshippers as cults. ”

Ji Lun listened to these secrets and guessed that she had heard about it herself, or that she was born as an orderly soldier and asked about it in the local military and police seniors, there was no written evidence, but it also had a certain degree of credibility.

A series of tragedies that happened at home unfolded in the fog, and the only thing that Ji Lun didn't know about now was the adult...... Colonel Ji, father, is the role in this matter.

Brother Ji Lie said until his death, 'Please don't doubt Dad', and his words are good when people are dying, maybe he is right, but Ji Lun now has doubts.