Song Que didn't know how to speak for a moment, but finally thought about it and said: "It was Feng'er who asked me to bring him back. Auntie will be able to see him in her dream tonight."
This is the confirmation of Feng'er's death.
Mrs. Zhou had been holding on for more than 20 years and had already envisioned this scene. But when she actually heard someone say this, her tears still fell down like broken threads. Song Song was afraid that she would cry blind when he saw it, so he had to say: "Auntie, stop crying. Eat this dish quickly. Eat more so that Feng'er can stay in your dream longer at night."
When Mrs. Zhou heard what Song Que said, she didn't question the words of the little god in her mind. At first she couldn't stop her tears, but in order to eat, she forced herself to stop crying. Mrs. Zhou put the mixed vegetables into the steamed buns and ate it. Thinking of Song Que's words, she forced herself to swallow even though she was full. Seeing this, Song was afraid that she would stretch himself out, so he said, "Auntie, that's enough. You can take a rest and go to bed. You can see Feng'er in the evening."
When Mrs. Zhou heard Feng'er's name, her tears couldn't stop flowing down, but she really wanted to see Feng'er and ask him why he hadn't wanted to see her in his dreams all these years.
Mrs. Zhou was now filled with Feng'er and couldn't care about Song Que. Song Que asked her to go back to the house, so she went back to the house, fell on the bed and fell asleep.
Song Qing walked around the house.
Feng'er's father died early, and Mrs. Zhou worked hard to raise Feng'er alone. Who would have thought that Feng'er was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he didn't even have time to ask for a wife, so he was dragged into the army.
Mrs. Zhou was reluctant to put away Feng'er's things. More than twenty years later, traces of Feng'er's life were still left everywhere in the house.
In the dilapidated cupboard next to the stove was the only bowl without a chip. It was covered with a lot of dust and looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. Song Que put his hand on the cabinet. The entire cabinet and the bowls and chopsticks inside were brand new. Only the intact bowl still clearly retained the traces of time.
Song went back to the small room next to Mrs. Zhou. Although the room was small, it had a good orientation. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. When the window was opened, the whole room was bright. Due to diligent cleaning, the dust was limited, but one look at the flat mats on the bed showed that no one had lived in it for a long time.
Poor people couldn't afford books, so Feng'er borrowed books from people everywhere and only copied the most basic ones. Song Qing opened the book gently and saw that Feng'er's handwriting was not good, some were big and some were small, but from an individual point of view, they were all neat and neat, without showing off his teeth or claws.
There were some long-abandoned things in the yard, but Song moved the covering things away and saw a wooden toy underneath. It looked like it was handmade, although it was a little rough, which was not suitable for a child. Already an excellent gift. It should have been done when Feng'er's father was still alive. It was a memory from when the family was still together. Old Mrs. Zhou was in dire straits, with no food or firewood, so she never thought about these wood.
Song covered the things back, allowing Mrs. Zhou's treasure to be hidden under these discarded things again, preventing anyone from prying at them.
Song Qing looked around and figured out Feng'er's character to a certain extent. He was a young man who was a little stupid and a little slow, but he was filial and sensible, and he listened to his mother's words the most. Mrs. Zhou asked him to study hard, so 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 his mother had a hard time supporting him to study, and she also hoped that he could read well. score. Song believed that at the moment of his death, the person he cared about most was Mrs. Zhou who was guarding her alone. Unfortunately, she could not say goodbye.
Song Que sighed, sat down at the table, and began to eat the steamed buns and the shepherd's purse that Mrs. Zhou had not eaten.
The steamed bun was already cold and hard, making it uncomfortable to eat, but Song didn't use magic to make it soft, so he ate seriously just because of the discomfort.
Mixed shepherd's purse is a cold dish, so it's not afraid of the cold and the taste is still there. The shepherd's purse itself has a weak taste, but it has a unique umami flavor that is unique to wild vegetables, and has a taste that is not found in vegetables grown by ordinary people. The soy sauce and vinegar are added and mixed together. It is salty and sour, and even some pregnant women who are five months pregnant can lose their appetite. Not to mention that Jingui sesame oil is added inside, and the aroma seems to seep into the meridians of the leaves, making people smell and eat it, and have endless aftertaste. The fragrant dried has lost the beany smell and has a slight fragrance, but it does not overwhelm the others. The texture is not as tender as tofu, but it is a bit chewy, but not too elastic, making it difficult to chew. The last bit of dried shrimps is the best, not too much or too little. Too much will make it salty and greasy, and too little will make it light-flavored. The way it is now, it enhances the flavor without changing it, which is just right.
This shepherd's purse dish is delicious and soothing to the lips and tongue, but it's a pity that it's a cold dish.
Song Que ate the shepherd's purse with the steamed buns, and felt the coldness slide from his throat to his heart.
Over the years, Mrs. Zhou was happy and full of expectations in front of the stove, but she was also scared and worried. These emotions were intertwined and flooded into Song Que's brain, making him almost shed tears.
When her husband was not dead, Feng'er had just grown up and was barely able to walk. He still showed no signs of stupidity in talent. Others only 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 legs. His father picked him up and put him somewhere else, telling 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 widow suddenly became difficult. Mrs. Zhou sometimes sheds tears in front of the stove, not knowing how to survive, but after looking at Feng'er, she wipes away her tears and manages to cook a meal.
When Feng'er got older, Mrs. Zhou no longer cried in front of the stove, but smiled more and more. Sometimes she made a wish, hoping that Feng'er could get a good name and become a high official. Sometimes she just hoped that he would be healthy and marry. A caring daughter-in-law, she is open to everything and runs this small family well.
Later, Feng'er was taken away and became a soldier, unable to even send a letter home. Old Mrs. Zhou started crying in front of the stove again. She cried so hard that she didn't remember to turn on the stove. She cried so hard that she almost went blind. I don’t know how I survived in the end.
Her small house was built not too far away, and people like Song Que who came from south to north often passed by to rest. Even though her family was very poor, when she met these travelers, Mrs. Zhou always tried her best to take care of them, thinking that she had treated other people's children well today, and hoped that one day, someone would treat Feng'er well. When she saw a young boy, she thought that Feng'er was so cute when he was a child. When she saw a man in his twenties and thirties, she couldn't help but wonder whether Feng'er would look like this when he reached this age.
This old stove has seen just about everything.
Song Que finished the remaining pot of shepherd's purse mixed with steamed buns. The fragrance of wild vegetables was still in his mouth, but his heart was full of bitterness. Decades of emotions from Old Mrs. Zhou suddenly filled his heart and could not be dissipated in a short while.
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked into Mrs. Zhou's room. He saw the old woman's face was covered with wrinkles, the tears were not dry at the corners of her eyes, and her brows were still tightly knitted together. He sighed in his heart about the impermanence of the world, stretched out his hand, and A gentle tap between her eyebrows gave her a long dream.
Feng'er had been reincarnated a long time ago, but Song had no soul to call her. Naturally, he couldn't really call Feng'er to say goodbye to her, so he had to create a dream for her and open a new chapter for her waiting.
As the dream changed, Mrs. Zhou's brows gradually relaxed, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth. Only the tears never stopped, flowing out drop by drop, soaking the whole piece.
In the dream, Feng'er looked like a child again, spinning around at her feet, as if reaching out for her to hug, and then turned around and ran in the other direction.
Mrs. Zhou stood up and ran after Feng'er, but she ran slowly and could only watch him running further and further away. She stretched out her hand but couldn't catch Feng'er's clothes. She saw his back disappearing from her eyes. Suddenly, Feng'er, who was several years older, appeared in front of her again.
Feng'er, a young man, had a scroll in his hand and a basket of firewood on his back. He had just returned from collecting firewood from the mountain. Because he was stupid, he thought that he should not waste even the time of collecting firewood and use it to study. Seeing Mrs. Zhou, Feng'er grinned widely and said, "Mom, I picked up the firewood."
Mrs. Zhou's tears never stopped. She stretched out her hand to touch Feng'er's face and said, "Feng'er is the most well-behaved."
Feng'er smiled at her, then turned into nothingness.
As soon as she turned around, Mrs. Zhou saw Feng'er before he left to join the army. That was the last time she and Feng'er saw each other. Feng'er is tall, but his life is straightforward, and he is actually very timid. Hearing that many people died in the military camp, Feng'er cried and hugged Mrs. Zhou and said she didn't want to join the army. But this was never something that Mrs. Zhou could decide. The mother and son held each other's arms and cried. Seeing that Feng'er was about to disappear again, Mrs. Zhou shouted loudly: "Feng'er! Feng'er, don't leave! Please, please talk to mother for a while!"
Feng'er in his arms looked up, but he had aged several years. Mrs. Zhou was startled by this unfamiliar face, and then she realized that this was Feng'er whom she had never seen before, and now she actually saw it in her dream. Thinking of this, she felt even more sad.
This strange Feng'er had clear eyes and was not as straightforward as her Feng'er. Mrs. Zhou didn't know how to deal with it. But she thought of those rural legends, and there were those chaotic and ignorant people who became lonely souls after death, but were clear-headed and possessed of all seven orifices. Thinking about it, her Feng'er is like this too. Even if he becomes a ghost, he is still a smart ghost. There is no need to worry about him being bullied in the underworld.
Feng'er said: "Mom, I miss you very much, but I left in a hurry. The ghosts were anxious for me to be reincarnated, so I couldn't come to give you a dream in person. I could only ask others to bring this dream to you for me. You see By then, I should have been reincarnated."
Mrs. Zhou was anxious: "You were reincarnated? Do you know what kind of fetus you were reincarnated into? Is it a good fetus?"
Feng'er said: "The Prince of Hell said that I have a pure and good nature. I have suffered again in this life, but I will have a beautiful and prosperous road in my next life."
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Mrs. Zhou burst into tears after hearing this and laughed: "Mother knows that my son will live a good life. You can go in peace and don't worry about me. I know that you can live a good life, and I will feel relieved."
Feng'er suddenly turned serious and said, "Mom, please don't think about committing suicide because your wish has been fulfilled. Although the fate between mother and son is broken in this life, there will still be a fate after reincarnation. You must wait." Hold me."
Mrs. Zhou was originally frightened and panicked when she was told the central matter. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she felt a little unbelievable. She immediately beamed and said yes repeatedly.
Mrs. Zhou woke up from her dream with a smile. When she came out, she found that the house with air leakage had a completely new look. The rice, water and firewood in the house were piled full. She was even more looking forward to Feng'er's words in the dream.
Song Que, who was outside the window, felt 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, who looked like a frail scholar, walking up the mountain.
The two passed by each other, but Song suddenly turned around, looked at the young man's back, and smiled slightly.