C421 Tombstone

Hua Rong could no longer hold back her tears. His son liked this place, he was used to it. If so, what was there to worry about?

"Tiger Head, sleep with Mom tonight."

"Yeah."

In the year that his mother was severely injured, only now was she truly awake. Little Tiger's head was being taken care of by a wet nurse, and now that she had received his mother's permission, she was naturally overjoyed to be together with his mother. After eating, Hua Rong carefully washed his face, washed his face, and changed her comfortable pajamas before carrying him to bed.

"Mom, tell me a story."

"What story do you want to hear?"

"Abba always tells me about pirates. Tell me something else."

Hua Rong laid beside him, caressing his hair, she smiled and said: "Son, mom won't tell you a story, can I teach you to sing?"

"Yeah."

Hua Rong cleared her throat and opened her mouth, "Angry hair rushing to the crown, rest with the aid of your appendix. Looking up, she howled loudly towards the sky with great vigor. Thirty achievements, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. "Don't be idle, your hair has turned white, and you're in deep sorrow …" She could not sing any more, and the past was still fresh in her mind. She held her son in her arms and cried.

Little Tiger's head was scared silly, she hugged her mother's neck, her chubby little hands continuously wiped her face, but her tears could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.

"Mom, don't cry, don't cry …"

Hua Rong hugged his son, and buried his head into's soft neck. How could she bear to do that? This was the only family she had in the world, the only one she cared about. How could she bear to leave him? Even if it was going to be difficult, how could she bear it?

"Mom, I'm not singing anymore, don't cry …" The Little Tiger's mouth was flattened, and started crying as well. The mother and son's tears mixed together, unable to stop for a while. Tiger Head was a child after all, and soon fell asleep in his mother's arms. Hua Rong raised her head, wiped off the tears on his face, and wiped off the tears on his face. She laid on the ground with his arms around him for a while, then slowly got up and went to the light to make the unfinished little boots. lesser arch arrows, small boots, an apron with the skin of a Little Tiger … All of these had to be done well before New Year's Eve, and she could be considered to have done her humble duty and duty as a mother.

Hua Rong raised her head. The needle in her hand tilted to the side and pierced her thumb, causing a drop of blood to gush out.

"Little girl, are you holding hands?" King Qin ran over and hugged her. He used his hands to cover her hands, "Little girl, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping? These things can be left until tomorrow, so why rush? "

Hua Rong put down her needle and looked at him with a little surprise. She asked gently: "Didn't you say you would be back in two or three days? Why are you back so quickly? "

King Qin laughed and hugged her head to his chest. "Little girl, I was afraid that you would have a nightmare, so I quickly finished what I needed to do and rushed back that night."

Hua Rong's eyes moistened a little as she looked at the Single Shirt on his body and whispered, "I'll make another one for you."

"It's very hot on the island. The time I can wear it is very warm. This is enough."

"At least I have to change."

King Qin was very happy: "Then there's no need to rush. In the future, there's plenty of time, you can take your time to do it."

Hua Rong's heart ached, she did not say a word, and stared at him, but he could see that his entire head was covered with sweat, showing that she was in a hurry. How many years had it been? Her grudge with her had seeped deep into her bones. His bad luck was his good, in this life, how could she forget it? She lightly pulled his hand and stood up to pour him a bowl of cold tea. "Qin Shangcheng, drink some water first."

King Qin drank three big bowls consecutively and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was satisfied with the feeling of being home, his wife, and this kind of rich and beautiful feeling made him unable to contain his joy as he looked at the gentle and virtuous woman opposite him. From now on, I'll take care of you. "

She nodded her head: "I have always been at ease with you taking care of the Little Tiger's head."

The 29th of the Moon. The weather was overcast.

Early in the morning, the mother and son went to kneel in front of the tomb. The Little Tiger kowtowed to Abba and poured some wine down. This child did not know the taste of sorrow, but said childishly according to his mother's teachings, "Abba, please drink some wine. Abba, you have to bless the Little Tiger's head to be healthy. "

He said these words, not knowing what to say. He turned around to look at his mother, only to see her sitting in front of the tombstone, her mind in a trance.

"Mom …"

"My son, be good. Go to the front and pick up some shells for mom."

"Alright."

Hua Rong leaned on the tombstone and stared fixedly at the three words "Yue Pengju", as if she was slowly transforming into her husband's face: "Sister Shi Qi, Sister Shi Qi …"

"She was overjoyed and stretched out her hand to pounce, but what she was facing was a bottomless abyss." "Peng Ju, Peng Ju …"

She was seized by a pair of hands, as if someone had pulled her from the brink.

"Little girl, wake up. Little girl …"

Hua Rong opened her eyes and realized that the sun had set. She had already been here for almost a day. Time passed by so quickly. It was as if everything was still the same as yesterday, but they had already parted ways and become the day of Pengju's sacrificial offering.

She slowly sat up and looked at the tower-like figure in front of her. King Qin's face was filled with worry: "Girl, your complexion isn't good."

She shook her head. "It's fine. I'm fine."

"Let's go back and rest."

"Alright." In the blink of an eye, she saw many shells in front of her. He knew that his mother liked red ones, so there were a lot of red ones inside.

Hua Rong casually took out a red shell, only to see her son already running over, waving her arms to welcome King Qin, hugging his legs: "Abba, catch the sheep for me … … "I want the goat's horn …"

In the distance a herd of sea deer was grazing, with long, multicolored horns on their heads. The Little Tiger's head had been chased for half a day, but was still unable to be caught. In the end, it stubbornly fell to the ground and dispersed, becoming a naked wild child.

King Qin embraced him, raised him high above his head, then put him down. "Stinky kid, I'll kowtow to your Abba again."

"You want to catch my antlers after you've kowtowed?"

"Right."

The Little Tiger knelt in front of her father's tombstone and kowtowed once again. Just as she was about to get up, she saw that King Qin was squatting down and gently holding his hand: "Good tiger head, I have a few words to ask you."

The child asked, "What?"

Hua Rong was also surprised, she stood at the side without making a sound.

"Tiger, are you happy on the island these days?"

"Happy. I like the sea. "I like to eat sea prawns, I like to eat …"

"Son, can I treat you well?"

The Little Tiger looked at him strangely and shook his hand as she pulled him, "Of course the Abba treats me well."

"What's your name?"

"It's the Little Tiger."

King Qin held him, and knelt in front of Yue Pengju's tombstone together. "Yue Pengju, you heard it? I swear, in this life, I will treat Little Tiger as my first son and will not treat him unfairly. As for the little girl, I will take good care of her and never let her down in this life. "If you have a spirit in heaven, then protect the mother and son …"

The Little Tiger leader couldn't understand Abba's words and could only giggle, trying to struggle free from his grasp. She looked towards the beautiful Sea Deer. Hua Rong stood at the side and wiped away her tears.

King Qin carried the child and walked over with large strides. He extended his hand to hold hers and said with a firm voice, "Little girl, let's go back."

Her palms were moist and sweaty, and as a cold wind blew over, her body trembled slightly. King Qin bent his arm, embraced her in his embrace, hugged mother and son, and left.

New Year's Eve.

It was the first real New Year's Eve on the island. The flames King Qin had instructed to be bought back. It was custom-made by the Jiang-Nan Lei family.

As soon as the evening came, the New Year's Eve dinner was served. A total of thirty-six dishes were placed on a large rectangular table. The Little Tiger ran happily from one end of the bag to the other. It was wearing new tiger apron s and had a small wooden sabre tied to its saddlebag. It was as adorable as the Monkey King on the island. His gaze landed on a giant lobster in the middle, raised his small face innocently and asked, "Abba, why do we need to eat so much? "Why is that?"

"Because today is the new year."

"Why do you eat so much for the new year?"

"Because of the heat."

"Why would there be heat during the new year?"

"Because of the fireworks."

"Why are there fireworks during the new year?"

King Qin was unable to resist, he stretched out his hand and carried him back to his seat before smiling: "Stinky kid, eat obediently. "When the sky turns dark, I will teach you how to set off fireworks."

The allure of the Little Tiger's head fell onto the flame as it earnestly ate its meal.

Only then did King Qin heave a sigh of relief. Hua Rong had changed into a new set of light blue clothes, also having a moon-white bottom design. Her hair was tied up high in a black bun, and his face was not as pale as it was before. Her eyes were black, her plate filled with dishes he and her son had picked up. He felt slightly absent-minded. She never would have imagined that one day, she would be able to spend New Year's Eve with her wife and children.

His voice was slightly greasy as he asked, "Girl, are the dishes tasty?"

She smiled faintly, the hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, then extended her hand to grab a chicken leg and put it into his bowl. She said softly, "You eat more."

He took a big bite of the chicken leg and laughed out loud, "Good, good, good. I've never eaten such delicious smoked chicken before."

When the Little Tiger saw him eat so much, it put down its big lobster and reached out its hand: "Abba, I want this, I want …"

Hua Rong smiled and gave him the other smoked chicken leg. "Son, eat this."

"No, I want Abba's, Abba's delicious …"

"Little Tiger Head, eat this …"

"No, I want that …"

King Qin immediately stuffed the half-eaten chicken leg into his small hand, feeling as sweet as honey in his heart, "Stinky kid, do you like anything Abba likes?"

He chuckled and took a bite of the chicken leg. "This is delicious, whatever Abba eats, I want to eat."

The King Qin was even more elated, patting his tiny body, seeing his big, black eyes staring at her craftily, that kind of fatherly love, so deep that it seeped into his bones. He raised his eyes to look at the woman who was eating with a smile on her face, and a strange feeling arose in his heart: It was as if all along, this was his own wife, his own son! Otherwise, how could there be such tacit understanding and warmth?

Being surrounded by such a strange and gentle feeling, he helplessly watched as Hua Rong continued to scoop up food for herself. She didn't know what to say, and could only eat what he had to eat. After eating for a long time, she remembered that she could finally be together with the little girl after New Year's Eve.