Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 126

[Chapter 126 Falling into the mortal world (seven)]

Song didn’t know how to speak for a while, but after thinking about it, he finally said: “It was Feng’er who asked me to bring him back, and my aunt can see him in my dream tonight.”

This is the confirmation of Feng’er’s death. .

Mrs. Zhou had been guarding it for more than 20 years, and she had already imagined this scene, but when she really heard people say that, the tears still fell down like a disconnected line, but Song was afraid that she would cry blindly when she saw it, so she had to say: “Auntie, don’t cry, eat this dish quickly, eat more, so that Feng’er can stay in your dream for a longer time at night.” When

Old Lady Zhou heard Song but said this, she did not question the words of the little fairy in her mind. At first, I couldn’t hold back my tears, but in order to eat, I forced myself to stop crying. The old lady Zhou put the mixed vegetables in the steamed bun and ate it, thinking of Song Que’s words, she was obviously full, but she still forced herself to swallow. But Song saw that she was afraid that she would break herself, so she said: “Auntie, that’s enough, you can go to bed after a rest, and you can see Feng’er at night.”

As soon as Old Lady Zhou heard Feng’er’s name, her tears stopped. She lived downhill, but she really wanted to see Feng’er, and asked him why he didn’t want to see her in a dream all these years.

Mrs. Zhou’s eyes were full of Feng’er now, and she couldn’t care about Song Que, but when Song asked her to go back to the house, she went back to the house, fell on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Song walked around the house.

Feng’er’s father died early, and Mrs. Zhou worked hard to raise Feng’er by herself. Who would have thought that Feng’er was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was dragged to join the army before she could even ask for her daughter-in-law.

Old lady Zhou was reluctant to put away Feng’er’s things. For more than 20 years, the traces of Feng’er’s life are still left in every part of the house.

In the shabby cupboard by the stove, there was the only bowl that was not chipped. It was covered in a lot of dust and looked like it had not been used for a long time. Song put his hand on the cabinet, and the entire cabinet, including the bowls and chopsticks inside, was completely new. Only the intact bowl still clearly retained the traces of the years.

But Song went to the small house next to the old lady Zhou. Although the house was small, it faced a good orientation. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. When the window was opened, the room was bright. Due to the diligent cleaning, the dust was limited, but when you saw the mat on the bed, you knew that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Poor families can’t afford books, so Feng’er borrowed books from people everywhere, and only copied the most basic ones. Song opened the book gently, Feng’er’s words were not well written, some were big and some were small, but from a single point of view, they were neat and tidy.

There were some long-abandoned things in the yard, but Song removed the things that covered it, and saw a wooden toy underneath. It looked hand-made, although it was rough, for children. Already an excellent gift. It should have been when Feng’er’s father was still alive, and it was a memory from when the family was still together. The old lady Zhou was exhausted, she had no food or firewood, and she never thought of making these wood.

However, Song covered the things back, so that Mrs. Zhou’s treasure was hidden under these abandoned things again, so that no one could see.

Song looked around and found out Feng’er’s character to some extent, a little stupid and a little dull boy, but he was filial and sensible, and he listened to his mother’s words the most. Mrs. Zhou asked him to study hard, and he studied hard. Even if he was disliked by his husband and laughed at by his classmates, he never gave up, because he knew that it was very hard for his mother to study for him, and he hoped that he could read well. score. Song, however, believed that at the moment of his death, the person he cared about the most was the old lady Zhou who was alone, but unfortunately he couldn’t say goodbye.

But Song sighed, sat down at the table, and started eating the steamed buns and the mixed shepherd’s purse that Mrs. Zhou hadn’t eaten.

The steamed bun was already cold and hard, and it was too uncomfortable to eat, but Song didn’t use any magic to make it soft, so he ate it seriously just because of the discomfort.

Mixed shepherd’s purse is a cold dish, it is not afraid of cold, the taste is still there. Shepherd’s purse itself has a thin taste, but it has a unique umami taste of wild vegetables, which is not tasted by ordinary vegetables. This soy sauce and vinegar are mixed together, it is salty and sour, even some pregnant women who are pregnant in five months can be hooked. Not to mention the golden sesame oil is added in it, and the aroma seems to seep into the meridians of the leaves, making people smell it and eat it, with an endless aftertaste. The dried fragrant dried fragrant has a little bit of fragrance, but it is not overwhelming. The taste is not as tender as tofu. The last bit of dried shrimp is the best, not more or less, more is too salty and greasy, less is less and less flavorful, and now, it is just right to enhance the flavor without spreading the flavor.

This mixed shepherd’s purse is very delicious, it is a kind of soothing to the lips and tongue, but unfortunately it is a cold dish.

Song, however, ate the shepherd’s purse with the steamed bun, and felt the coolness slide from his throat all the way to his heart.

Over the years, Mrs. Zhou has been happy and full of expectations in front of the stove, but she is also afraid and worried. These emotions are intertwined, and they all poured into Song Que’s brain, making him almost cry.

When her man hadn’t died, Feng’er was just a little older, and at the age of walking, she didn’t show any bluntness in talent. Others looked at it and said that the child was well-behaved and didn’t like to cry.

Mrs. Zhou was cooking in front of the stove, and Feng’er staggered over to hug his mother’s leg, and was picked up by his father and put it elsewhere, asking him to be careful not to get too close to the stove.

Later, Feng’er’s father died, and the life of the orphan and widowed mother became difficult. Old lady Zhou sometimes shed tears in front of the stove, not knowing how to live, but after looking at Feng’er, she wiped away her tears and managed to make a meal.

When Fenger was older, Mrs. Zhou stopped crying in front of the stove, but laughed more and more. Sometimes she made a wish, hoping that Fenger would become a high-ranking official, and sometimes she just hoped that he would be healthy and marry. A caring daughter-in-law, she spreads branches and leaves, and manages this small family well.

Later, Feng’er was captured and became a major soldier, unable to send even a letter home. The old lady Zhou began to cry again in front of the stove. The one who cried couldn’t remember to open the fire, and the one who cried was going blind. I don’t know how it got through in the end.

Her house is not too out of the way, and people like Song Que often pass by to rest. Obviously her own family is poor, but when she met these travelers, Mrs. Zhou always tried her best to take care of them, thinking that she treated other people’s children well today, and hoped that one day, someone would treat Feng’er well. Seeing young boys, she thought that Feng’er was so cute when she was a child, and when she saw men in their twenties or thirties, she couldn’t help but wonder if Feng’er would look like this at this age.

This old cooktop bears witness to almost everything.

Song, however, ate the rest of the pot of mixed shepherd’s purse with steamed buns. The fragrance of wild vegetables remained in his mouth, but his heart was full of bitterness. Mrs. Zhou’s decades of emotions filled his heart at once, and it couldn’t be dissipated in a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked into Mrs. Zhou’s room. He saw that the old woman’s face was wrinkled, the tears at the corners of her eyes were not dry, and her brows were still tightly locked together. A light touch between her brows gave her a long dream.

Fenger had already been reincarnated and reincarnated, but Song had no soul to call. Naturally, she couldn’t really call Fenger to say goodbye to her, so she had to create a dream for her and open a new chapter for her waiting.

With the change of that dream, Mrs. Zhou’s brows gradually spread out, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. Only the tears did not stop, and they flowed out drop by drop, getting wet.

In the dream, Feng’er turned into a young man again, turning around at her feet, as if reaching out for her to hug, and then turning around and running in the other direction.

Mrs. Zhou stood up and went after Fenger, but she ran slowly and could only watch him run farther and farther. She reached out her hand but couldn’t catch Fenger’s clothes. Seeing his back disappear from her eyes, Suddenly, Feng’er, who was several years older, reappeared in front of her.

The young Feng’er had a scroll in his hand and a basket of firewood on his back. He had just returned from picking up firewood from the mountain. Because of his stupid mind, he thought that he should not waste his time in picking up firewood, but to use it all for reading. Seeing Mrs. Zhou, Feng’er grinned and said, “Mother, I picked up the firewood.”

Old lady Zhou’s tears didn’t stop, she stretched out her hand to touch Feng’er’s face, and said, “Feng’er is the best.” Feng’er

smiled at her, and then turned into nothingness.

As soon as she turned around, Mrs. Zhou saw Feng’er before joining the army. That was the last time she and Feng’er saw each other. Fenger is big, but his life is simple and straightforward, but he is actually very timid. Hearing that there were many dead people in the military camp, Fenger cried and hugged Mrs. Zhou and said that she did not want to join the army. But this was never something that Mrs. Zhou could decide, and the mother and son cried together. Seeing that Feng’er was about to disappear again, Mrs. Zhou shouted loudly, “Feng’er! Feng’er, please don’t go! Please, talk to your mother for a while!”

Feng’er in her arms raised her head, but Several years old. Mrs. Zhou was startled by this strange face, and then she realized that this was Feng’er she had never seen before, and now she saw it in a dream. Thinking of this, she felt even more sad in her heart.

This unfamiliar Feng’er had clear eyes, not as straightforward as her Feng’er, and Mrs. Zhou didn’t know how to deal with it. But she remembered those country legends, and there were those people who were chaotic and ignorant. The same is true of Feng’er who wants to come to her. Even if she becomes a ghost, she is also a smart ghost. Don’t worry about him being bullied in the underworld.

Feng’er said, “Mother, I miss you very much, but I was in a hurry, and the ghost was in a hurry to let me reincarnate, so I couldn’t come to entrust you with the dream in person, and I could only ask someone else to bring this dream to you for me. I should have been reincarnated by the time I was born.”

Zhou Lao was too anxious: “You have been reincarnated? Do you know what kind of embryo you gave in? Is it a good one?

” Feng’er said, “Ye Wang Ye said that I have a pure and good nature, and I have suffered from it again in this life. After suffering, I will have a splendid Ronghua Road in my next life.” The

old lady Zhou laughed when she heard this: “Mother knows that my son will have a good life, you can go in peace, don’t worry about being a mother. I know you can have a good life. , I can rest assured for my mother.”

Feng’er suddenly turned a serious face and said, “Mother, don’t think that you will commit suicide if your wish is over. Although our mother and son’s fate in this life is broken, after reincarnation, we still have it. A fate, you must wait for me.”

Mrs. Zhou was told that the central matter was both frightened and panicked. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she couldn’t believe it.

Mrs. Zhou woke up from her dream with a smile. After she came out, she found that the air-leakage room looked brand new. The rice, water and firewood were all piled up at home. She was even more looking forward to the words of Fenger in the dream.

Song outside the window was relieved and walked down the mountain. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with the appearance of a weak scholar, walking up the mountain.

The two passed by, but Song suddenly turned around, looked at the young man’s back, and smiled.

[End of This Chapter]