The sound of beating and crying sounded in Xue Chen's ears, which felt very chaotic, the footsteps were very noisy, and the scent of the rich candles and burning paper could be smelled at the tip of the nose.

Xue Chen slowly opened his eyes, and the things in front of him turned from blur to clear, as if... it was a cushion, woven by the cushion grass, crossed and stacked. Then there was a white dress hem, her hands huddled in her sleeves, and her sleeves were pure white. Such white silk has been worn by her mother when she was eleven years old, and it was impossible to wear it at other times.

He raised his head slightly, Xue Chen wanted to reach out and rub his eyes because she seemed to have seen a spiritual platform... Could it be that after she died, the Song family was holding her funeral?

But when she exposed her hand from her sleeve and sent it to her eyes, she was shocked again. Why did this hand... become so small?

He looked up in confusion and was even more surprised to speak. On the spiritual platform, there were flowers and tribute plates, and there was a tablet for a person in the middle. The wooden signs were finely textured and exquisitely carved. On both sides were carved with auspicious clouds. After the complicated carvings, there was a wooden board with words written in hot gold on them, which attracted Xue Chen's attention more than this exquisite tablet itself.

‘The deceased wife, Xue Men Lu, is the spiritual position of the Shuang Mengqing.’

Lu Ranshuang is the name of Xue Chen's mother, and Meng Qing is her small character. Looking at the tablet, Xue Chen's eyes were a little hot. Just as she was staring at the tablet, she suddenly heard a voice in her ears:

"Miss, it's time to get up and burn incense."

Xue Chen turned around and saw a round-faced woman in plain clothes, with familiar eyebrows and familiar tone. She was not Ping Niang with red eyes? Her mother, Lu's wife, was she the wife of the manager of the mother. After her mother died, Tong Niang and Ping Niang were serving her. But after she got married, Tong Niang returned to the countryside to rest due to illness and died soon after. It was Ping Niang who always stayed by her and did not die until she died a few years ago.

When Ping Niang saw Xue Chen kneeling, she thought her legs were numb, so she went to help her. The touch made Xue Chen shock all over. She stood up in surprise, and then found that her entire vision was wrong. Although she was very sick before her death, at least she shouldn't be so short, so she looked down at her height. She was also much smaller than before. After she was thirteen years old, she was taller than Ping Niang. Why do you still have to look up now when she looks up?

"Miss, I know you are sad, but my wife has left. You must be stronger in the future."

Ping Niang's words echoed in Xue Chen's ears word by word. Madam... has left... Of course Xue Chen knew that his mother had left and had been away for more than twenty years.

Ping Niang thought Xue Chen was too sad and looked stupid. Ping Niang's tears that had just stopped rose again. Xue Chen subconsciously wanted to wipe her tears, but she was not tall enough. Seeing her like this, Ping Niang finally couldn't help it and knelt down and hugged her and started crying:

"My poor lady! Madam let go, what can I do in the future if you leave you alone? My lady..." Ping Niang has always been a big throat, speaking and doing things with decisiveness, and never twisted. At the beginning, Xue Chen would still dislike her, but after a long time, she realized that Ping Niang was kind to her. In her most sad and difficult days, she always stayed by her side.

Xue Chen was held in Ping Niang's arms and cried bitterly, but Ping Niang was interrupted when she couldn't cry too much. Another woman walked in from outside. It was Tong Niang. Seeing that Ping Niang was still crying, she came over and pulled her up, and said with some scolding tone:

"Tsk, let me comfort you, why did you cry by yourself? The whole lot of things outside didn't help you, and you knew howl."

The Tong Niang in my impression seemed to have never been so fierce. Just as she was thinking about it, Tong Niang's eyes fell on Xue Chen, and immediately smiled with a perfect smile, and squatted down to say to Xue Chen:

"Miss, when the lady left, she entrusted you to me. From now on, you will treat me as your mother. I will definitely try my best to protect you."

Xue Chen looked at Tong Niang in surprise. Could it be that it was really a long time ago that she had never thought that Tong Niang was a person who spoke without any sense of restraint, or that she had never discovered that she was such a person. If she had a serious lady and was a mother, she could not tolerate even in a small family. Only the child would feel moved when he heard it, but after all, it was a mess.

Xue Chen looked at Tong Niang, who was full of sadness but couldn't even shed a tear, and blurted out: "You are a slave, why do I think you are a mother?"

The words were heard in the mourning hall, and the noisy voices of guests outside seemed to be covered up at this moment. Tong Niang looked shocked and disbelief. She looked back at Ping Niang, who was also shocked. Ping Niang was glared by her eyes and shrank back with a rare breath. Tong Niang stood up, walked to Ping Niang, glanced at her coldly, and then bent her knees at Xue Chen, saying:

"I feel sorry for the lady. I speak for more than a long time. Miss. Don't be surprised. There are still some things to do outside. Ping Niang, please go out with me to do things."

Ping Niang hesitated a little: "But she will be afraid to leave the lady alone in this mourning hall."

Tong Niang glanced at Ping Niang coldly again, then turned her head and said to Xue Chen gently: "Miss, the lady is lying in this coffin. Don't be afraid. There are many things outside. The master said, let me take responsibility with Ping Niang. I will go out to do things now. You are fine here alone, can you?"

Xue Chen looked at Ping Niang who still didn't want to leave again. He saw Tong Niang pulling her arm and pulling it out. The moment he crossed the threshold, Tong Niang secretly pinched her fingers and pinched her hard on the inside of Ping Niang's arm. Ping Niang's face wrinkled in pain, but she was afraid that Xue Chen would be afraid to see it, so she endured it.

After they left, Xue Chen looked around in the mourning hall. There were white banners and blue silk everywhere, with flower curtains hanging on the top, and behind the spirit platform was a parked coffin. Xue Chen's eyes heated up and he walked backwards. Her body would be the height of the coffin placed on the stool. If she stood on tiptoe, she could just see the situation in the coffin.

The coffin has not been covered with a coffin, and the person in the coffin must have died not long ago. A woman in a not-so-girl-like life suit lay peacefully inside, with a square and neat white cloth covering her face, which had a strange feeling. But at this moment, Xue Chen was not afraid. She even wanted to raise her hand to lift the white cloth and look at the breathless face below. She didn't know what was going on now, nor did she know what she would see next. In fact, this was a dream. If she revealed the white cloth, she would see her own face. She was already dead. This is an indisputable fact, so she met Tong Niang and Ping Niang. Therefore, the person in this coffin must be herself.

With such questions, Xue Chen walked back to the spirit platform and took all four or five cushions to fold them together, making himself, who had suddenly become much shorter, stood up, held the edge of the coffin with one hand, and reached into the coffin with the other hand, uncovering the white cloth.

The cold touch seemed to hurt Xue Chen's heart. The woman lying quietly in the coffin had a face similar to her mother... In fact, Xue Chen could no longer remember her mother's appearance, but she was sure that this person was really her mother.

Although she didn't quite understand what was going on, Xue Chen's nose was sore that it was hard to control, and his eyes became hot. In a moment, tears fell on the man's gorgeous shroud in the coffin, and he shouted out the words that had been lingering in her heart for many years:

"Mother."

But this sound, like those shouts in the past, could no longer be heard by this woman.

Tears kept falling. Xue Chen really didn't understand what was going on. Didn't she just die? Shouldn't the dead person lying here be her? But why was it her mother who had been dead for more than 20 years? But no matter what, her tears were like a broken bead chain, and she couldn't stop it.

The sound of footsteps came from the door of the mourning hall. A man wearing white black cloth shoes with a piece of linen on his head walked in. The hem of the clothes was pale and flawless. Xue Chen saw him. The man who had ruined his reputation when she was fourteen years old and shamed the family, threatened to break off the father-daughter relationship with her.

Xue Yuntao looked about twenty-five or six years old, much younger than Xue Chen's impression. She remembered the last time she saw Xue Yuntao, his hair was gray and he was indescribably harsh and haggard. At that time, he was already a second-rank official who was rising to the top. She also successfully married into Changning Hou Mansion and became Hou's wife.

Seeing Xue Yuntao like this, Xue Chen's heart was even more shocking than seeing his newly dead mother. As soon as Xue Yuntao entered the door, he saw his eldest daughter climbing high, standing by the coffin and crying. There was no more heartbreaking picture than a father who saw his daughter crying for his deceased wife. The face that looked like his deceased wife was full of desolation. For the first time, Xue Yuntao felt so strongly that his father was so incompetent.

After walking over, he picked up Xue Chen, who was staring at him motionlessly, from the coffin. The unexpected thinness made Xue Yuntao's heart soft again, and gently made her lie on his shoulders. When he walked over his daughter, he saw that the white cloth covering his dead wife's face had been lifted by his daughter. At that moment, even though he was strong and strong, he could no longer resist the collapse in his heart. He hugged his thin daughter as thin as paper and cried bitterly.

Xue Yuntao's pain was unexpected by Xue Chen.

She always felt that her father did not love her mother at all because her father was a scholar with great potential, but her mother was just a daughter of a businessman. Apart from reading books, she didn't even know a lot of words. Her father married her mother because of a marriage contract. The ancestors of the Xue family went to Xue Chen's great master, and there was no scholar at home. Later, Xue Chen's grandfather studied hard and passed the exam for a scholar. Only after the Xue family descendants gradually embarked on the path of studying. Because the ancestors of the Xue family had received favor from the Lu family, they set the rules of marriage with the ancestors of the Lu family that each generation had to marry each generation. In Xue Yuntao's generation, he was his eldest son, who married the eldest daughter of the Lu family, and was Xue Chen's mother, Lu.

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