Chapter 2 Family love is actually a process of mutual comfort
The biggest role of a Chinese mother in giving birth to a son seems to be to show off, to make her face shine, just like a hen laying a baby The extremely large eggs are always followed by a few loud cries.
The same is naturally true for Yun Niang.
Her six-year-old son can finally speak, and she feels that everyone should celebrate it.
"Son, can you speak?"
"Yes!"
"Why don't you say it?"
"I don't want to Say..."
"You have to talk to mom. You haven't spoken for all these years. Mom thinks you can't talk!"
"I've told you a lot! Words!"
"Liar——"
"You fell asleep while I was talking"
"Okay, okay, you want to talk later. Wake up your mother when the time comes, and let’s talk together. From now on, if anyone asks again, you can tell me that your mother told you not to talk to fools!”
“Okay...”
"Call me mother again!"
"Mother——"
"Oh——good son!"
" "Scream again!"
"Mom!"
"Keep shouting! My neck will grow long when I scream, you stinky kid has worried me for so long. !”
Yunniang was immersed in happiness and could not help herself. No matter what Yun Zhao said at the moment, she believed it, and Yun Zhao was willing to give the woman who risked her life to save him the greatest happiness.
In this woman's ugliest moment, he discovered the most precious maternal instinct in this woman, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with becoming her son.
When he sat with the wild boar in the morning and watched the rising sun, he was ready to accept the world.
In the past few years, the gap in his heart has been so great that he has been immersed in his own world and paid little attention to the outside world.
When he came to his senses, he realized that he had become this woman's biggest support and biggest burden.
A proud soul cannot be a burden to others, but should become the greatest support for all those who love themselves.
That’s what Yun Zhao thinks. He feels that he has the capital and ability to be the support of others. After all, this body contains a great, noble, magical, wise, full of all kinds of mess. A knowledgeable and far-sighted soul.
Many times, there are always women who complain about their children and say - it would be better to lay an egg than to give birth to you!
Yunniang actually gave birth to an unconscious egg. This is a tragedy, but she is happy. There is a lonely soul willing to live in this egg and become her son. ...This is her greatest blessing in misfortune!
Life is actually like this. Parents give you a body. As for whether your soul and thoughts will follow your parents, this possibility is very low.
SubBeing unworthy of one's father is a great evil in terms of human ethics!
From the perspective of human development, it is the right thing to do. After all, if the son and the father were poured from the same mold, Yun Zhao believes that people in this world should still be living like monkeys. Same life.
Yunniang walked very fast and steadily. God knows how she managed to carry her tall body and her six-year-old fat son with two three-inch golden lotuses and still walk like the wind.
Although all this came a little late, for Yun Niang, as long as happiness can come, it is never too late.
Yunjiazhuangzi is actually a large, run-down village. The mottled patent leather on the door lintels silently tells the fact that the family has declined.
Only the huge carved archway in front of the gate is still trying hard to hold on to the glorious era that the Yun family once had.
When there is a happy event in the family, the first person Yun Niang wants to talk to is naturally Yun Zhao's father.
The clean spiritual tablet with white characters on a black background is Yun Zhao's father and Yun Niang's husband Yun Siyuan.
Yun Zhao knelt with his mother in front of the memorial tablet, curiously looking at the densely packed memorial tablets of the Yun family’s ancestors on the altar table. It was difficult to find Yun Siyuan’s tablet among them. Only Yun Niang could accurately place her. My condolences go to my husband.
Yun Zhao has experienced this kind of thing many times. Only this time, Yun Niang had a smile on her face.
She said a lot of things to her husband, some of which were even very personal. Speaking of these words in front of her ancestors, Yun Niang did not feel that there was any offense to her ancestors.
Yun Zhao was pushed by his mother to the spiritual tablets. Looking at the stacks of spiritual tablets, Yun Zhao felt as if his soul was exposed to the public.
He could even feel thousands of eyes focused on him like needles, which made him very uneasy.
For Yun Zhao, paying homage to the ancestors of the Yun family is a torture of the soul.
Yun Zhao was a little ashamed, especially when he saw Yun Siyuan's tablet, he felt very uneasy. He was worried that Yun Siyuan's soul would come out of the tablet and strangle him by the neck to question him.
Fortunately, the memorial tablet was very stable, and there was no unexpected movement. Apart from Yun Niang’s ecstatic cheers and pouring, there was no other noise.
The incense on his trembling head was also burning quietly, and a faint smoke enveloped the tablet, soaking Yun Zhao's apology into the tablet bit by bit, and the ancestors of the Yun family seemed to accept it. This helpless decision.
Yunniang touched her son's fat body up and down and seemed very satisfied. She pinched her son's soft buttocks and said with satisfaction: "Your father died young because of his poor health. He left us mother and son without even getting over the cold. My son will eat more, sleep more, grow stronger, marry more wives who will have more children, and give me more than a dozen grandchildren, and live a good life. Brighten the lintel of the Yun family, so that our family will not be bullied by irrelevant people despite being the head of the family.. "
Yun Zhao showed a smile that was missing a front tooth and nodded repeatedly.
Yun Niang hit her son on the forehead angrily and said: "Follow you My father is not a good person either. He is obviously not in good health and he visited many Goulan Courtyards when he went to Xi'an. His soul was not taken away by the cold, but by those vixens. ”
While listening to his mother’s illogical nagging, Yun Zhao cast his eyes on his father’s memorial tablet.
Yun Niang forcibly turned her son’s head away, resentfully He said: "My mother was not afraid of him when he was alive. Now that he is gone, can he still continue to quarrel with me?"
From now on, listen to your mother and don’t imitate your father! ”
After saying that, he pressed Yun Zhao’s head and kowtowed to his ancestors. He kowtowed three times in a row before giving up.
After getting up, he saw that Yun Siyuan’s tablet seemed to be When there was a little dust, he took out his handkerchief and wiped off the dust bit by bit. Then he put the memorial tablet on his forehead and sighed: "It would be better for you to live... If you marry a concubine with eighty rooms, I will admit it." ”
After seeing the affectionate side of his mother, Yun Zhao finally determined that his body was still the product of love, and once a child is truly the product of love, his fate will not be too bad.< /p>
After paying homage to her ancestors, Yun Niang took her son back to the bedroom and started dressing up under the service of two black-faced maids.
She looked like she was in her twenties. The 20-year-old woman put on a navy blue coarse cloth dress and tied a black bandage on her forehead. She was no different from the old woman.
Now that she has put on a brightly colored dress, After applying a thin layer of rouge, she finally glanced at her son secretly and took a bite of the matchstick before dragging Yun Zhao, who had changed into a new set of silk clothes, to the front yard.
She walked. His appearance was clearly rehearsed. Because he had a pair of proud three-inch golden lotuses, he walked unsteadily and his hips swung wildly. Perhaps, this was the 'Wind Swinging Willows' that the great Confucians praised. She's charming.
Yun Zhao doesn't look like that. He thinks his mother walks more like a fat duck...
The one on his mother's head. The golden step is very dazzling. As the mother moves, the pearl tassels hanging on the golden step sway and shine.
Looking at the mother sitting on a high-backed chair, Jin Buyao stopped shaking. The black-faced maid named Yingchun put a cup of tea in her mother's hand. This thing seemed to be used to warm her hands. Her mother held the teacup and looked at the large group of people standing in the dark under the steps. He said in a tone that Yun Zhao had never heard before.
"Blessed by the ancestors of the Yun family, the young master has become wise. From now on, whoever dares to treat my son like a fool again. , ten whips of heavy responsibility!
There is some stuff that is being talked about behind the scenes and sold to people to dig coal in Yan'an Prefecture!
Same as disrespectful to the young master!
Did you hear that clearly? ”
Yunniang is coldAs soon as the words like ice beads fell to the ground, an old man wearing a sheepskin coat led the people in the yard to bow and said: "I obey my lady's order!"