C2

Father was a gentleman in his life, and he enjoyed the fresh air in his sleeves. He was also a scholar who did not like to interact with ordinary people, because after he had married his mother, he had moved out from the market and built a two-story wooden house by the river. At first, it may have been rather special, but now it was a little run-down.

This place was a little remote, and there weren't many people living here.

I walked on the road, the green fields on the second side of the way to the beautiful grass, the wind, the waves of green waves away, I narrowed my eyes, took a deep breath of the sweet scent of wild ginger flowers.

Almost there, I pulled on my sleeves, covering the scars on my wrists. This was inevitable, but I kept deceiving my mother, saying that what I did at the Yang family was reading with them.

Mother felt that she owed the Yang family, and coincidentally, the Yang family is looking for some girls outside. She looked at me imploringly, and I understood.

It doesn't matter, I'm considered lucky. In the Yang Mansion, there are many girls my age who are willing to be my lass. I'm lucky that my mother taught me the Four Books and Five Classics since I was a child, and I can also learn the zither that I like.

Even though he was poor, his mother said that people couldn't lack ambition.

Perhaps when she said these words, she still carried along some of the habits of a young miss who wanted to make me into a lady with noble etiquette and zither skills. But sometimes, reality and dreams are always too different from each other.

Home is close, but when I see my mother, the smile congeals on my face.

She looked at the silvery river surface, and her tears began to fall like broken beads.

"Mother." I called out softly, "Why are you crying? What's wrong with you? Did your head hurt again? The doctor said that you can't come out and take the wind."

Mother raised her face that was filled with tears and looked at me. "It's been sixteen years. He hasn't come. He hasn't come since."

"Mother." I called to her, a little worried.

Mother looked at the wild ginger flowers on the ground and suddenly became angry. She pulled the flowers and threw them far away, shouting at me, "These are all lies, but I have always believed in them for 16 years."

"Mom, Mom, don't get so excited." I was scared. My heart was pounding.

Mother pushed me far away, holding her face with both hands and crying, "I'm really stupid. I'm really stupid."

It was as if something was biting into her heart. How could she hate herself? This is the first time I've seen such a mother. A bad feeling heavily pressed down on me.

In my astonished eyes, I saw my mother gasp, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fall down.

A heart-wrenching pain began to slowly flood over me. I lost my wits and screamed in terror, "Mother!"

The wild ginger flowers scattered in all directions quietly shed tears.

Mother, who have you been waiting for? What a story it would be when her lover was old and her blood ran in her veins.

But Mother didn't tell me.