Chapter 43: The Bustard
"Although I couldn't open my eyes last night, what you said and did, Mom, I really saw it, not bad at all. ”
Mother Wang sat on the bed on her back, with a warm towel on her head, and said things that made the big girls and old mothers in the room uneasy.
"If I died yesterday, how many of you woke up from a dream today? Alas, I have thought that I am worthy of you all these years, if you fall into the hands of other families, how can you have a stable life today. Mom, I have been here as you are now, and I know exactly what you think and do......"
"Mother Wang, Brother Chun is here!"
The little girl who broke into the outer hall interrupted Wang's mother's chatter, causing several girls around her to turn their heads and glare at her. The little girl was a little at a loss at the door, but this was explained by Wang's mother, and Brother Chun had to report it as soon as she came.
"Help me up," Wang's mother came to her senses, and called softly to let the girls around her hurry forward, but she was frozen in place by Wang's mother's words again. "Stand still! ”
"Mommy, you're lying down," said the only one who could sit on the bed, ignoring the jealousy in the eyes of the girls. "Koharuko is not a great guest, just let him in. ”
"Hey, he's amazing, Lord Yama asked me to come back with three points of affection, but it's all on him. ”
Several girls around the bed turned pale, but Liu Jian, who was about to enter the door, couldn't help but shake his head and sighed that feudal superstition was unacceptable. It was probably a joke he made four or five years ago, but it made the old bustard listen to it.
After straightening his collar and haircut, he strode into the door.
"Brother Chun. ”
"Brother Chun is here. ”
The smell of the powder in the room muffled the smell of medicine, and the girls greeted each other and stepped aside. Listening to Mother Wang's chatter all morning, they naturally knew what kind of weight this Brother Chun would have in Fengmanlou after today.
"Haruko, sit down next to your mother. ”
"How is Mother Wang's health? I came over this morning to take a look, and when I saw that Mother Wang, you were still asleep, I didn't dare to disturb you. ”
Liu Jian was a little uncomfortable by Wang's mother's self-proclaimed name, in this era of calling parents fathers and mothers, 'mother' has no other meaning in the mouths of these old bustards and old mothers. It's just that the old habits are hard to change, and letting Liu Jian call her Mother Wang is already the limit, and it is impossible to remove the previous surname.
Mother Wang patted the back of his hand with a smile, and her hands, which were usually very white and clean, also had wrinkles at this time.
"It's okay, I've lived for more than 50 years, and I've lived enough for my mother. ”
In her fifties, in this world where a woman is an adult at the age of fifteen, she can be regarded as having a good death.
"What is this mother Wang said, with Sister Suisi here, how can you live another ten or twenty years, and live over a hundred years old. ”
This sentence can be regarded as flattery, not sycophancy, because Liu Jian also has half a sincere sentence. In good conscience, this mother Wang is kind to herself. Needless to say, it's really good to treat yourself on weekdays, at least give yourself a bite to eat, and you don't have to stay on the street to be a beggar.
Knowing kindness, even if you don't like this mercenary woman in your heart, you can't say anything hurtful at this time. After all, Lao Langzhong said yesterday that even if Wang's mother is saved, it is estimated that she will not survive the New Year.
"In the blink of an eye, you will be twelve years old after the New Year, and you can be considered an adult. Mother Wang sighed, making Liu Jian can't help but be vigilant.
What is the situation? What is the rhythm? Begin to uncover for him a singable, weeping, and lingering life experience? In other words, he is still the old bustard who has been lost for many years......
"Ahem!"
Liu Jian suddenly had the illusion of being bloody.
"I think back then, I was also a beautiful Oiran, that was the beauty of the city, I don't know how many people fell under my mother's pomegranate skirt. Mother Wang's first sentence startled Liu Jian, making the girls around her cover their mouths and chuckle.
"Later, when I was old, I couldn't sing anymore, and there were no guests to look for, so I could only find a rough man to marry. Who would have thought that within two years, my husband was killed by a strongman outside, leaving me with a broken flower and a willow, supporting a family business, and being scolded as a bitch of Kefu. At that time, I thought about simply hanging myself, and it was no fun to live. ”
"But then I thought, I also got the surname of the Wang family and left an inheritance. purchased the purchase, and bought the Fengman building where he had stayed. ”
This should be the story of Wang's mother when she was young, but Liu Jian listened to it and thought in his heart, Wang's mother should be considered the luckier among the girls.
When the Oiran lived happily for a few years, when she was older, she found a diamond king and married her, and then her husband died, and there were no heirs in the family, leaving her a bunch of family property, and she became a rich woman again.
Everything has a common similarity, which should be an inevitable product of ancient and modern society.
“...... That year, when I went back to my hometown to see my relatives, I heard the old man in the Wang family say, "Your father and mother died when you were three years old, and there was no one to take care of you living by the river." It's the same hospital as me, and the relationship is close, so let me bring you back to raise. ”
Mother Wang sighed, her eyes revealing the taste of memory, as if she had straightened out the past of this life.
"If you do the math, you should be my nephew, or grandchild, but this is not counted. ”
Liu Jian touched the tip of his nose, this is getting smaller and smaller, and he is about to become a turtle grandson......
"I just brought it back, I thought you were a girl, but I didn't expect to come back and take a bath, but it is a root that can be planted. At that time, I thought, you are finally the man of their Wang family, my dead ghost old king treats me well, I can't ignore you. Alas, but you don't have a name, you just have a surname. ”
Mother Bustard Wang sighed and looked at Liu Jian's gaze with some kindness.
Liu Jian felt a little inexplicably lost in his heart, and originally thought that his body could be a lost folk prince, son, and loyal queen...... It's just that, whether it's an ordinary family, at least they have a root, and they can find an ancestral grave to bury when they are old and dead in the future.
Children from poor families are afraid of dying young, and basically they will be named at the age of seven or eight, and they are generally called dog eggs, cat eggs, and quail eggs, which are also friendly to hear.
Mother Wang's fingertips have been nostalgic for Liu Jian's face, which makes him a little suspicious that this old bustard is deliberately taking advantage of himself. Listen to Wang's mother continue: "I brought you in the spring again, I originally planned to call you Wang Chun, but this name is awkward, so let's just call it Xiaochunzi." ”
That's how I got my name. Liu Jian sighed with emotion, Wang Chun, fortunately, Mother Wang, you had an idea, otherwise you would have been planted in your name in this life.
Looking at the laughter in the room, he glared fiercely at Shu Ge and Diewu in the corner, Shu Ge hurriedly covered his mouth, and Diewu stared back with a smile.
Mother Wang also smiled, watching Liu Jian play with the little girl on the side, but she didn't care.
"I thought that you would be a runner here in the future, and when you grow up, you will find a good girl to start a family, which is worthy of the old man of the Wang family. Speaking of this, Wang's mother had a hint of relief between her eyebrows, and pinched Liu Jian's face, quite a little lovely.
"But I didn't expect you to be so competitive, everyone knows about our women and children in Yuecheng at a young age, and you can still support this Fengmanlou alone. Last night you kept the door open and did a great job, that's how it should be. Mom will hand over Fengmanlou to you to take care of in the future, but she is also relieved. ”
"Huh?" Liu Jian couldn't help but be stunned, but the casual thoughts on the side smiled at him slightly, and the meaning was self-evident.
It's just that the faces of the women around are uncertain, some are happy and some are angry, and more are calm, as if it was expected.
"Xiao Chunzi," Wang's mother struggled to sit up, but the casual thoughts on the side did not stop her, but helped her sit up and gave her a lean.
"Hey, I'm here. ”
"I know you have a big heart and a heart that is not here, but this Feng Manlou is the result of my mother's hard work and hard work little by little. Mother Wang's face was pale and a little emotional, as if she was explaining her last words.
Liu Jian felt a little unbearable in his heart, and just wanted to say some comforting words, but was stopped by Wang's mother.
"Listen to me, and you, listen. Mother Wang's eyes swept over the women of different sizes in the room, with some usual majesty and meanness in her mouth, "I don't know how long my body can last, if I am not there one day, Feng Manlou will be handed over to Xiao Chunzi." ”
"This ......" It was Liu Jian who spoke, frowning and hesitating, not knowing whether to allow Mother Wang.
But Wang's mother completely ignored his opinion, her eyes swept a little sharply at the girls who were crying bitterly when she was asleep, and said coldly: "If anyone is not satisfied, I will redeem the deed of sale and leave, and I will not stop anyone today." ”
A girl in the corner said: "Brother Chun treats us very well on weekdays, what do we disagree with." ”
"That is, Brother Chun is kind-hearted, and he is a well-known talent, Mr. Langmei Buchaosheng is highly praised, and our Fengmanlou will definitely have a prosperous business in the future." ”
The name of Mr. Lang Mei continued to poke at Liu Jian's laughter, and the originally frowning brows were also relaxed, but the casual thoughts on the side gave him a blank look, as if he was laughing at his lack of interest, and he couldn't listen to other people's praise.
"I'll talk about this matter later, Mother Wang, you have a good rest first," Liu Jian didn't take Feng Manlou in his heart at this time, learning martial arts and learning the sword side was his thought in his heart, and fighting the sword rivers and lakes was his ultimate ideal.
"You are my nephew, I am your aunt, and I am also my relative. The old bustard looked at him with some expectation, no old man didn't look forward to being accompanied by his relatives at the end of his life, but Liu Jian trembled in his heart, and was stunned by the word 'relatives'.
In any case, she is a relative of this body, and she does not only have the name of Koharuko, but also the surname of the word 'Wang'. The fallen leaves returned to the roots, no longer rootless duckweed, and what he never thought of happened to him, which made him really stunned.
"Mother Wang!"
There was a shout outside, but I saw an old woman running over, with some joy in her eyebrows. "There are guests in the backyard, saying that they are looking for the young sister who was separated back then, and they want to redeem her!"
"Redemption?" Liu Jian groaned, but he remembered the explanation he gave to his senior brother. The old bustard still looked at Liu Jian expectantly, and his eyes gradually became a little disappointed.
Liu Jian sighed in his heart, he was just an old man, what was the matter with meeting her expectations? Reaching out and pressing lightly on Wang's mother's shoulder, he said with a smile: "Auntie, you sleep first, I'll go to the backyard to have a look." ”
"Hey, go ahead. Mother Wang smiled happily after all, and patted Liu Jian's left hand tremblingly. "Go ahead. ”
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