3 Chapter 3: Sick Mother

In the distant mountains, there were chickens and dogs, and the ground seemed to be muddy after the first rain. In the fields, there were farmers, children were playing, dogs were barking. And there was also the cooing sound of an egg-laying hen.

Shen Qing Ci woke up suddenly and bumped her head against the ground.

She instinctively touched her head, but she was taken aback, and then looked at her hands in surprise, her hands...

Small, short, and soft.

This was...

She widened her eyes, looked around, then stood up and ran forward.

She was four. These were a four-year-old's hands, and her mother died when she was four.

She pushed open the dilapidated door. She could still vaguely remember this wooden door that was broken and would leak.

That year she was sitting in front of the door and she was so hungry. She was also crying. If she cried before, mother would definitely come out, but that day mother didn't wake up to coax her, nor did she hug her.

The door opened, and there was a moldy smell inside, as well as the smell of medicine. Her nose was naturally sensitive and could recognize hundreds of flavors and thousands of fragrances; so sometimes she could deduce a lot from the smell, and just now what she smelled was the smell of her mother.

This was the smell of her mother in her memory; no matter how long it has been since she saw her mother, she still remembered in her heart: this was her mother's smell.

"A Ning... A... Ning..."

On a tattered wooden bed, only a layer of black cotton wool was piled up, and a haggard woman was lying there. Her face was like golden paper, and the corners of her lips also had cracked and stained with blood. She stretched out her skinny hand towards the door with difficulty.

"A Ning, come here, come here to mother."

Shen Qing Ci stood in place, with a pair of small hands clinging to the door frame. There were not many people who called her "A Ning" in this world. She was called Shen Qing Ci. 'A Ning' was the little name given to her by her mother. She hopes she will grow up in the future. With white skin and bright eyes like a magnificent pear blossom tree with its flowers in full bloom.

But the current situation of her mother scared her, so she ran out in the last life. She was afraid of seeing her mother like this and she didn't dare to see her. This was also one of the things that she regretted in her last life. She didn't even see her mother for one last time.

From then on, every time she dreamed back at midnight, she thought, if she could go back in time, if she held her mother's hand, if she could have allowed her to hug her, would she be able to walk forward with a peace of mind? Not only her mother would have been able to rest in peace, but she also would have been able to remember her looks.

Although she still didn't know what was happening, whether she was dreaming, or she had been reborn, she already took a step forward with her feet and ran over.

"A Ning..." This skinny woman is her mother, her mother's name was Lou Xue Fei. She was the young lady of the Lou family, and the only daughter of her maternal grandfather... and she was also her mother's only daughter, her name was Shen Qing Ci, and her little name was 'A Ning'.

"A Ning, come here..."

Lou Xue Fei coughed again, and she was about to cough up blood, but she swallowed that back, not wanting to scare her four-year-old daughter.

She knew her body well; the days were running out, but how could she die? How could she dare to die? Her little A Ning was only four years old, she still didn't understand anything, how could she as a mother leave her little daughter alone in this world? If she was left alone, her life could be ruined... without anyone to look after her.

Shen Qing Ci ran over and held her mother's thin hand.

"A Ning, my little A Ning." When Lou Xue Fei saw her daughter's small but dusty appearance, she was not only sad but also started to cough, almost unable to stop.

She finally stopped her coughing and saw that her daughter was still obediently standing in front of her.

"My A Ning, don't be afraid of mother, mother won't hurt you," she gently shook her daughter's little hand, she didn't dare hold her tightly.

"A Ning, everyone in this world may hurt you, but mother will not. In this life, my mother loves you the most and mother is most sorry to you"

Shen Qing Ci's nose was sour, and she pressed her small face to Lou Xue Fei's thin hands. At that moment, she felt her mother's body temperature, remembered the fragrance on her body, and her face.

Shen Qing Ci lifted her face, then stretched out her little arm.

"Mother, hug."

Lou Xue Fei couldn't help but cry; her tears rolled down, and her vision became blurry.

Her little A Ning, how long has it been since she was so close to her? She knew that this child had an abnormal sense of smell. Her nose was sensitive, but also able to know all kinds of flavors. Because she was sick and smelled bad, her daughter no longer approached her frequently.

But now, her little A Ning actually let her hug her.

She tried to sit up, but she couldn't even muster the slightest strength.

Shen Qing Ci kicked off her little shoes and climbed onto the simple bed that Lou Xue Fei was lying on.

Who would have imagined that Lou Xue Fei, who was wealthy in the past and the first beauty of the capital, was now lying half-dead here? Even her bright face was withered.

Lou Xue Fei embraced her daughter's small body in discomfort. Her little A Ning had lost a lot of weight. She used her bracelet in exchange for a family's three meals a day, but she didn't even know if they delivered it. Did her little A Ning eat? Was she hungry?

Shen Qing Ci pressed her little face to Lou Xue Fei's face. Her mother's face was warm and her body was fragrant. She squeezed her little finger and used her little hands to tightly grasp Lou Xue Fei's clothes.

This was the smell of her mother, but she won't be able to smell it soon. She knows that her mother was about to die, and even the doctor said that she was too weak to recover, and soon she wouldn't have a mother.

Lou Xue Fei choked up. She gently stroked her daughter's soft but dusty hair.

"A Ning, don't be afraid", she held her daughter carefully. During her lifetime, she protected her daughter with everything she had. Regretfully, in the end, she still had to leave first.

"A Ning, don't be afraid, mother will look after you from the sky."

Shen Qing Ci burst into tears, and even the tears that she didn't shed in the last life was shed. She wants her mother; she doesn't want her mother to die. She doesn't want to be a child without a mother. If she had a mother, she wouldn't have suffered so much, she wouldn't be beaten to death with a stick. Because she didn't have her mother's protection, because she wasn't taught by her mother, no one taught her what to do, how to live, and how to behave.

So, she went the wrong way, she killed too many people, and even she herself died.

She wants her mother; she doesn't want her mother to die.

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