Gong Shuwu looked at his swollen eyebrows and white hair, and the flames in his eyes were swaying uncontrollably. The old woman in front of her was wearing coarse linen clothes and an animal skin jacket. Her appearance showed traces of her past, but she could not see the pampering, grace and wealth she had in those days.
I have the impression that although my mother took care of the housework and took great care of the widow of my father's old servant, her hands had a lot of calluses, but she was the Gong family's mistress after all, so her hands were well maintained. What about now? The hands were covered with thick calluses, redness and frostbite, and were severely chapped.
Gong Shuwu bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground.
【The son is unfilial, the son is unfilial...】
He kowtowed again and again.
Even though he has lost his flesh and blood, he still feels that his eyes are warm at this moment, as if some kind of liquid is about to burst out of his eyes. He kept repeating these four words, and the old lady hugged him and sobbed. The reunion of mother and son after more than ten years was touching.
It took a lot of persuasion from the others to calm down.
[Obviously it is a good thing for mother and son to reunite. On this big day, the old sister-in-law should also be happy. She can easily hurt her eyes by crying like this... Giri is also distressed for the child...] A woman about the same age as the old woman came forward and was gentle. persuade.
The old lady wiped her tears, the tip of her nose was red: [I really didn’t expect that I would still be able to see Yiri when I close my eyes in this life... I’m just too happy. You're right, you shouldn't cry...]
She said this, but seeing her son turn into a skeleton, the turbid tears still fell. Her hands holding Gong Shuwu's wrist bones were shaking uncontrollably: [My son, my son Yili...what are you doing? Has it become like this? 】
Gong Shuwu naturally cannot be said to have fought with Gong Cheng.
Just vague: 【The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. 】
He rubbed his mother's hand on her throat.
I wanted to ask, "This is how Gong Cheng takes care of you", but the words came to his lips. The fact that his old mother was still alive was completely beyond his expectation. I can confidently question Gong Cheng in other areas, but not in this aspect.
Gong Cheng, as a grandson, is at least qualified.
As a son, he was a complete failure.
The old lady was very attentive and noticed her son's movements. Her son is like their father, emotionally restrained, and the second child is a martial arts fanatic obsessed with martial arts. He doesn't like to express with words, and many emotions can only be understood from actions: [My mother has lived well these years, and Yunchi has taken good care of me, but I just can't get over the hurdle in my heart, and I don't want to inherit Beimo's legacy. kindness. 】
If Brother Tude was helping the Gong family as Wu Yuan, she would not need any psychological burden. She would just regard him as a foreign friend with whom her grandson has a good relationship. If there is an opportunity in the future, every drop of water will be repaid as a spring. However, Wu Yuan is not Wu Yuan, he is still Brother Tude, and his nature has completely changed. The old lady followed her husband and hated Beimo for most of her life, and she really couldn't get over it.
Do the work you can do yourself.
She doesn’t feel how miserable she is.
At least, the spirit is free.
Hearing this, Gong Shuwu felt sad again.
【My son is late...】
The old lady lovingly touched his bare Tianling Cap: "Say something silly, as long as you can come, it's never too late." 】
At this time, an old man asked.
【Where is that child Yunchi? 】
The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Gong Shuwu Dao: [Yunchi committed suicide. 】
No one around made a sound.
The old lady held Gong Shuwu's hand and closed her eyes without saying a word. Her old face seemed untroubled, but Gong Shuwu knew clearly that the other person's fingers were trembling. Just when Gong Shuwu was thinking about how to comfort him, the old lady sighed: [Did you commit suicide? No matter if he committed suicide, at least the child finally made a choice for himself. You don’t need to be too sad, the Gong family’s children have their own way out! 】
【Mother, you...you know everything? 】
【Lao Shen is just old, not his brain is broken. 】The old and weak Gong family was transferred to Tuocheng. The old lady looked up and saw the Kangguo flag flying on the wall of Tuocheng, and she had the answer in her heart. If Bei Mo is defeated, grandson Gong Cheng will not survive. Compared to being constrained by the oath of "Enlightenment" and dying due to backlash, committing suicide to die is obviously more honorable, retaining only a trace of dignity.
Of course, I don’t mean to say that he is helpless. At least Gong Cheng was sincere in helping Brother Tude seize power and gain a foothold in the Northern Desert Royal Court. He simply wanted to repay Brother Tude for saving his life twice and rescuing the remaining old and weak members of the Gong family.
After that, he helped Bei Mo use force against his homeland...
Gong Cheng was wrong.
Suicide is the most honorable option.
Gong Shuwu looked around and saw no childish face, so he asked: "Yunchi had an orphan before his death, saying that he had a daughter at his knees and hoped that his son could take care of her. Is the child here now? 】
The old lady and the others looked at each other.
【Yunchi's child? 】
【Still a daughter? 】
The old lady thought about it carefully: [Are you talking about Ima Musong? 】
Gong Shuwu realized that he might have been tricked by his nephew, and he wanted to hang Gong Cheng up and beat him: [Yunchi didn’t say what the child’s name was, he just said that the child’s mother was a woman from the Northern Desert, and the son—]
He really took it seriously.
Not only did he take it seriously, but he also spent a long time mentally building up.
Even though he was very concerned about his child having a mother from a foreign race in the Northern Desert, she was, after all, Gong Cheng's only descendant and the only inheritance of his eldest brother's lineage. There was nothing he could do to deny it. He tried to convince himself, but it turned out that his nephew was playing with him?
Gong Cheng is really not afraid that his ashes will be scattered?
The old lady said: "That should be her." 】
Yimamusong's mother is from a foreign race outside the customs, and her father is indeed a man from inside the customs. Except that this man is not Gong Cheng, everything is correct. As for why she became Gong Cheng’s daughter…
The story here is not too complicated.
Yimamusong's mother was originally from a small tribe near Zhuyue Pass, and her family made a living by farming and hunting. The Xin Kingdom was destroyed and the situation in the northwest was in chaos. Powerful warlords from all over Kunzhou would organize troops and horses from time to time to "collect" military supplies everywhere.
Imamusong’s mother was robbed at that time.
The warlords were arrogant and domineering until they were kicked off the iron plate.
Gong Cheng brought back the Northern Desert woman who had been living abroad.
Others are okay and can be sent back to their original tribes to settle down.
Only the pot-bellied mother of Yimamusong has lost her home. The small tribe has long been annexed and cannibalized by other powerful tribes in the Northern Desert. The original tribesmen are nowhere to be found. Gong Cheng then brought the woman and Yima Musong back and sent them to Gong's residence.
The woman looked dull at first.
The more contact you have, the more willing you will be to communicate with others.
The first thing she said to Gong Cheng was—
【You killed my brother. 】
Gong Cheng：【…】
【You don't know who he is, maybe you don't even know what he looks like. He is one of those people who charge towards you with knives and are beaten to death by you casually. ] The woman's mood was very stable, as if she was describing something that had nothing to do with her, [My man was also beaten to death by you. He wasn't killed all at once, but he didn't survive two or three rounds. 】
Gong Cheng：【…】
The woman said: [My son was also implicated and killed. 】
Her son was killed by a beam from the roof.
【My man is not a good man. He is a man who robs women, breaks into other people's houses to steal things, and kills women when he is unhappy. My brother is not a good person either. He was actually pretty good before, but then he also turned bad. He had many women, and he also followed his brother-in-law to kill many people, men and women, old and young... I actually don't feel sorry for them when they die, but my son is still young and hasn't had time to do bad things. Maybe he will become bad when he grows up, but he has no chance to grow up. ] The woman was chattering while helping people dry the clothes with neat hands and feet.
【I have two sons. 】
Two sons and one daughter.
One is still in the belly and I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl.
【Do you also want to rob me to give you a son? 】She looked at Gong Cheng and sighed, "If I want to give birth, I have to give birth to this baby in my belly first. You have to wait. It only takes four months." 】
Gong Cheng said: [No. 】
The woman asked back: [No? 】
She didn’t seem to understand Gong Cheng’s thoughts very well.
【Isn't it just to take a pregnant woman back to give birth to a child? The men in the Northern Desert are like this, and so are the men outside the Northern Desert. My mother-in-law was also snatched back to give birth to a child. 】
Her mother-in-law is a girl from Guan who was snatched away.
She is a foreign woman from outside the customs who was snatched away.
The key is not whether it is inside or outside the customs, the key is that it can be robbed. Young men are robbed to do hard labor, old men are robbed to do corvee service, and young women are robbed to give birth to children. Everyone has a use.
The woman dried all the washed clothes, held the wooden basin against her waist, and looked at Gong Cheng inexplicably: "You don't need me to give you a child, do you want to wait for my daughter?" 】
Gong Cheng's mouth twitched as he looked at Yimamusong, who had just managed to walk steadily and was being tied by a woman with a thick hemp rope, and shook his head.
【Do you want revenge? 】
Gong Cheng couldn’t feel the hatred in the woman.
He did kill the other party’s son, brother and man.
The woman answered honestly.
【If I want to take revenge, I will die and my daughter will die too. 】
So come to the conclusion don’t take revenge.
Her mother-in-law said the same thing.
These are the norm.
【If you want to live, men have to be dogs and women have to be prostitutes. 】
Gong Cheng was shocked by her abnormal thoughts.
His lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a word.
Imamusong, who was sitting on the ground, grabbing grass and trying to stuff it into his mouth, opened his big blue eyes and looked at the two "giants" in confusion.
She has no idea how exciting a conversation between two adults can be.
After two months, the woman passed away due to dystocia.
She gave birth to a dying baby boy.
Gong Cheng happened to come over to deliver some daily necessities.
He couldn't save the woman even with force.
Woman: [Son or daughter? 】
Gong Cheng said: [He is his son. 】
The woman's eyes turned red when she knew her end was coming.
Gong Cheng: [If you have any last words, can you tell me. 】
The woman thought about it for a long time but didn’t know what her unfulfilled wish was. She had nothing but the child born in her belly.
Just when Gong Cheng thought she was gone.
A faint voice came from the woman's mouth.
【I don’t want my son to be a dog. 】
【I don't want my daughter to be a prostitute either. 】
【If possible, I would like them to be treated as individuals. 】
Not long after the woman passed away, the frail newborn baby was also gone. Gong Cheng took the child to seek medical advice, and Wen Yang didn't stop him from taking him away all night long. The Gong family's residence is very simple, and the only decent doctor only knows a little bit about pharmacology. This condition is better than that of most northern desert tribes. The medical conditions in other places are hard to describe. Those who treat diseases by bloodletting, those who eat dog feces, and those who open their foreheads are those who do not take medicine seriously.
He buried mother and son together.
After thinking for a long time, I adopted Yimamusong.
【Does the tragedy of the weak stem from race? 】
Gong Cheng looked at his palm. It was very clean, but he seemed to be able to see blood stains on it that could not be washed away.
【Or does it come from the strong? 】
The old lady sighed and looked at her grandson who had been confused all year round.
Similar problems have been experienced by other people.
She said: [This is not something that can be considered right now. 】
If Gong Cheng said this to other Gong clan members, especially the Gong clan ancestors who had died in battle, they would definitely get their heads knocked off.
Gong Cheng became more and more confused.
The old woman said humanely: [In your opinion, people are divided into strong and weak, and there is no distinction between gender, old and weak, enemy or friend. But, Yunchi, the difference between people is not only about strength and weakness, but also about country, race, gender, family background, wealth and poverty... As long as people still live among the crowd, they will inevitably be distinguished by these...]
Other tribesmen have some opinions.
But he still acquiesced to Yimamusong's adoption.
After all, he was a child raised by his own hands, and over time he developed feelings for her, not to mention that Imamusong was really lovable.
Gong Shuwu saw Gong Cheng’s daughter for the first time.
The mood is complicated, but I sigh and accept it.
iousus, from now on to be an upright and respectable individual.' 】
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I am yang, my throat still hurts, and my sense of smell is not working well.
How did I find that my sense of smell ran away from home? I sprayed a new perfume today and found that the scent of this perfume, which is labeled as strong fragrance, is very light. I can only smell a slight smell of alcohol, which feels wrong. I sprayed it a few times more, and my mother said I was already soaked in perfume and still sprayed it... So I changed to something else, and found that I could only smell the strong smell of alcohol...