The years are like water, and it is ten years in a blink of an eye.

The bright moonlight shines through the deep bamboo forest, emitting sparse dappled light and shadow, reflecting the thatched houses with faint candlelight.

I could dimly hear the voices of a woman and a child.

The woman's jade bed edge, her face is withered and haggard, but she can also see the standard of her appearance, with light eyebrows and plain appearance, tears in her eyes, and a long hair exuding a light fragrance, and the fragrance of the orchid displayed in the Zhi room, the whole room exudes a little warmth and exudes a trace of coolness.

The child kneeling on the edge of the bed clasped his mother's hand and tears welled up in his eyes.

This woman is Tu Yiling, the widow of Zong Wei, and the child is the surviving second son Zong Zheng.

Tu Yiling gasped and said, "Zheng'er, my mother is dying."

Tu Yiling coughed a few times and said in a weak tone: "Zheng'er, my mother's life is hard, you are even more miserable!" I have no father since I was a child, I can only live with my mother in such a bleak and remote place, being able to know and love your father is the most important thing in my life, since your father passed away, I have nothing to worry about, but you let me rest assured!" said and couldn't help crying.

Zong Zheng silently looked at his mother's face, and stretched out his rough little hand to wipe the tears that slipped from the corners of his mother's tears.

The rough little hands evoked Tu Yiling's memories, and the tears flashed through many situations where Zongzheng had worked hard to take care of his sick body, and he couldn't help but feel more and more guilty!

She gently stretched out her bloodless hand and gently stroked her beloved son's face, trying to remember the face that made her worry for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, she was agitated, convulsed, spat blood, and in an instant her delicate hand slipped from the child's face.

"That painting" she used her last strength, but before she could finish speaking, the fragrance disappeared, and the flower fat withered!

Zong Zheng never shed a single tear, but his heart was infinitely sad.

The moonlight is dim, the breeze rises suddenly, the bamboo forest is covered by the surrounding trees, the thatched houses are silent, the warmth is no more, and the rest is not desolate!

Zongzheng lost his father since he was a child, and now his mother has passed away, and he has become an orphan since then, which is very pitiful.

Zong Zheng held Tu Yiling's hand tightly, no matter how cold it was to the bone, he also felt warm in his heart.

He knelt in front of the couch and stared at the bloodless face of his mother, who had been bloodless all night, and he would always remember the face that had given him his life and taken care of him for ten years.

The sun is rising, and the light of the forest is transparent all over the house.

Zong Zheng mourned all night, knowing that people cannot be resurrected after death, and slowly got up to let go of his mother's hand, but found that his mother's hand was clasped his hand deadly.

Zong Zheng knew in his heart how reluctant his mother was to him.

Zong Zheng faced his mother's hand and breathed, and his mother's hand gradually became soft and loose.

patted his sore knees, turned around slowly, looked at the warm light outside the window, and suddenly felt that there was no hope for life.

Zong Zheng found a cliff with a wide view and a long wind at his back, and dug up a well-drained place, and finally dug a cemetery after spending half a day.

Turning back to the hut, he walked over to his mother's couch and kissed her frosty cheek one last time.

He tried to carry his mother's body and bury it properly, but found that he was still young and lacked strength.

So I had to put the body of my mother on the board, buckle it with a rope, and drag it forward.

After all the effort, I finally buried my mother's acupoint, and sat in front of the tomb for a long time, always feeling that something seemed wrong in my heart.

Thinking about it carefully, "death without its name, sad death!", but unfortunately accompanied the mother for ten years but did not know her name, ten years, the mother has not mentioned, nor did she want to mention, now I want to tree the tombstone but there is no name to remember, for the son so, do not leave a grudge!

Recalling and pondering: "There must be relics to follow the relics of my mother's life, and I can't name the monument, and I can carefully select a few things that my mother loves to accompany me is also considered a filial piety." ”

So he got up and turned back to the hut.

Zong Zheng walked straight to the bedside, looked at the "BMW Wanli Map" hanging on the bedside wall table, and thought to himself:

"This painting, in the past, my mother hung it in the bedside cabinet, looking around every day, sometimes crying, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes silent; I think it is a thing left by my father to my mother before his death! In this way, I will fulfill my mother's last wish!"

Thinking about it, he reached out and took down the painting.

When I was about to roll it up, I suddenly felt that there was a hard object protruding from it, and I opened the other side of the scroll, and found that there was an envelope glued to the back, so I went to open the wax, and took the letter and read it:

"Zheng'er I love, since you read this letter, my mother has already been under the spring, I want you to have doubts in your heart, my mother should be a letter to sue, your father's name is Zong Wei, and your mother's real name is Tu Yiling. Twelve years ago, your father took Tianzhu from Persia and the Western Regions to copy scriptures from various places, and met me in Yuxue Peak. After the pregnancy of the twins, the son with the dragon's life, the people of the world conspire to get, the plan is deep and deep, the original twists and turns, and the mother is unknown. Your father and your brother were forced to climb the cliff on the double hump, and since then the orphans and widows have survived in the world. Mother sues you to know, not to ask you for revenge, but to ask you to be as you named, stand upright in the world, and live really! "BMW Wanlitu" is the last thing that your father entrusted before his death, and you must be a good life to keep it! Words are written word by word, and the pain of the injury and coldness of the birth of the child and the pain of lovesickness and depression, the mother knew that he would soon die, and he was reluctant to give up, only thinking of the continuation of Wei Lang's only bone and blood. Remember, after reading this letter, immediately burn the letter and change your name, so as to avoid the unjustified disaster! The "Wounded City Raiders" you memorized when you were a child was also a thing entrusted by your father before his death, and it has been burned for your mother in order to avoid disasters. The cycle of life and death, since you should obey the heavens, self-return, you must cherish yourself! There is a pro-sewn coat on the side of my bed, leave a thought, and a jade bracelet, this is a thing passed down from generation to generation, if he meets his favorite woman one day, he can deliver it to her, in a thousand ways, he must live well. ”

When Zongzheng finished reading, his eyes were already moist.

Then, in accordance with his mother's wishes, he lit a fire and burned the letters.

Zong Zheng took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and split a wooden plaque, engraved with a knife the words "The Tomb of Loving Mother Tu Yiling" on the wooden plaque, and marked it with Mao Mo.

Looking at the wooden plaque in front of him, Zong Zheng couldn't help but feel sad. Looking at the empty room, my heart welled up with sadness, and a solemn decision became more and more firm in my heart.

Then he found the coat stacked next to the bed, carried a knife, rolled up the picture scroll and hid it in the bamboo tube, and came to the tomb with the tablet of his mother.

After placing the tablet, Zong Zheng knelt in front of the tablet and kowtowed three times to show respect and mourning for his deceased mother.

got up and said to the tablet: "I have lived here for a long time, I am sad and sad, now that my mother has gone, the child has no worries, I should leave, life and death depend on my fate, and I hope that my mother will forgive me for not being able to stay with you!"

Zongzheng bowed three more times, got up and left, walked to a hundred steps, looked back at the distance, tears were dotted, and then resolutely left, crossed the mountains and mountains, and walked straight to the depths of the mountains and forests.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was getting dark, Zong Zheng couldn't help but feel a little panicked in his heart, leaving home for the first time in his life, trekking thousands of mountains and rivers without feeling tired, but at night he was scared.

When the mother took herself to hide in the deep mountain bamboo forest, the timely hut has not been built, and the bamboo forest has been spent a night, it is the night jackals, tigers and leopards gathered in front of the mother and son, fortunately, the mother escaped with the cover of the fire, so far think about it, fear leisurely.

Seeing that it was about to fall at night, Zong Zheng thought in his heart: "My mother is no longer there, I should be like a man, be brave!"

So he mustered up the courage to find a place where the four trees were environmentally friendly, collected firewood, and took out the fire fold to build a fire.

Looking at the jumping sparks, Zong Zheng's eyes began to blur, and he fell asleep!

At midnight, Zong Zheng was awakened by the howl of wolves around him, and when he vaguely opened his confused eyes, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for the four big trees and the aura of flames, I'm afraid Zong Zheng would have died while sleeping!

Seeing this, Zong Zheng hurriedly added firewood to the fire and vigorously puffed up, and finally the fire was strong, but Zong Zheng didn't dare to sleep, but just stared nervously at the wolves around him, afraid that he would be accidentally bitten.

The fierce battle lasted until dawn, and the firewood was almost burned out, and the wolves broke when they saw that the day was breaking, so they scattered and left.

Zong Zheng was relieved to see all the beasts leaving. He threw the last bit of firewood into the fire, and squinted for a while.

When I woke up, the fire had burned dry, except for a few wisps of green smoke.

Refreshed for a moment, he wanted to get up and move forward, but he felt extremely thirsty, so he walked towards the valley.

After walking for a moment or so, he suddenly heard the sound of the spring water slippering, so he walked towards the sound, crossed several jungles, and finally found a stream.

Following the path to the stream, looking at the reflection in the water, I realized that after a night of smoke and fire, my face was dark, so I poured a splash of water on my face with my hand, and wiped my cheeks vigorously.

After washing his face, he picked up a spring water upstream and drank a few sips of water in the form of a cow's head drinking water, and suddenly felt cool and sweet in his mouth.

Then he unscrewed the bamboo tube and filled a large bottle of sweet spring. After the things on my body were placed, I walked forward again!

By noon, Zongzheng had already climbed two mountains, and he didn't know where he was, but he just wanted to get away from the outside world.

For him, there is nothing wrong with going deep into the mountains and forests. It's just a matter of finding a place to live.

But now, his stomach has begun to rumble, and all the dry food he brought has been eaten, and he looks helplessly at the empty cloth bag, Zong Zheng has no choice but to look for wild fruits nearby to satisfy his hunger!

After starving for a long time, he finally found a few wild fruit trees in a valley, so he ate his heart's content, and by the way, he stuffed the cloth bag full and set off again.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again, and Zong Zheng looked for a place with mountains and rocks around him as he did yesterday, and picked up a lot of dry wood to build a bonfire.

When the fire first opened, Zong Zheng felt a trace of safety and warmth, but at this moment, a head suddenly poked out of the stone wall behind him, startling Zong Zheng into a cold sweat, and Zong Zheng immediately subconsciously pulled out a knife.