Wishful Things

Only then did the maid realize that she was hindering the reunion of mother and son after a long absence, so she hurriedly replied: "I should, I should, look at how confused I am!"

Then he turned around with a smile and walked out, closing the door from the outside.

Hearing the footsteps were far away, Zhan Yunzhu slowly turned his head and looked at his mother who was much older due to illness.

"Jinping..."

Jia clung tightly to his son's hand, smiling with tears in his eyes, and shouted the name that he thought about day and night.

"Mother's health is not good... My son is extremely ashamed for not being able to serve her during this period of time." Zhan Yunzhu raised his other hand and wiped away Jia's tears.

"This is the retribution my mother deserves, and my mother doesn't blame anyone..."

Jia's eyes were a little dazed and said: "Back then, we did such wrong things in order to cling to the Xia family, and harmed the innocent girl... Owing such a bad debt, this is retribution, just like the divine thunder that fell from the sky... let the murderer of the Xia family have nowhere to hide..."

She was originally a Buddhist, and she had a bad conscience when she helped her husband do those things, but when something happened, she first thought of the word retribution.

She couldn't afford to be ill, although she was hit by her husband's son's accident, but she couldn't get out because she fell into guilt and repentance day and night.

And because I didn't have the money to buy tonics and hire a good doctor, my body could only collapse like this little by little.

Hearing her talk about this matter, Zhan Yunzhu looked at her straight: "Mother, these things are over, so don't mention them again."

What happened back then, the world didn't know that he was also a participant.

If it gets out, it will easily destroy everything he has worked so hard for.

It seems that my mother is really sick and confused...

"No... Mother said these things because she has something important to tell you..." Jia looked at her son and said, "Jinping, let's remember that everything has a cause and effect, and you can't do anything wrong when you're alive..."

"Have you heard about your sister?" When mentioning her daughter, Jia's tears streamed down her face and her voice was extremely hoarse: "She was the one who didn't know about it, but she was also implicated by our family's sinful debts. It was as if she was possessed by a demon, and she plotted against Xu's girl for no reason... In the end, she ended up in exile. What do you think it's not retribution?"

Seeing her talking non-stop as if in a daze, Zhan Yunzhu didn't stop any more, and just looked at her calmly.

"I repent in front of the Buddha every day...I beg the Buddha over and over again, and all the retributions will be fulfilled on me alone. As long as my Jinping can come back alive safely, even if I am tortured to death, I am willing-Jinping, tell me, did the Buddha hear everything?"

Jia laughed and cried: "That means that God still favors my son... Our family has already suffered enough retribution."

As he said, a ray of hope burst out in his eyes: "Jinping, we still have a chance. In the future, we must do good deeds, do good deeds, and accumulate blessings and virtues... life will always get better..."

Zhan Yunzhu smiled: "Mother is right, life will get better. The son has made a contribution to saving his family this time, and it won't be long before he can enter the court and become an official."

"Help me..." Jia Shi was surprised and delighted, and even more unbelievable: "Really?"

Zhan Yunzhu nodded.

"After the son threw himself into the river, he was rescued by the Minister of the Ministry of War Ji, but because of this, he suffered from amnesia. He forgot what happened in the past. He only remembered it a few days ago, so he rushed to see his mother."

He knew what to say to make his mother happy.

As for the difficulty and danger of the process, there is no need to mention half a word, and let mother listen to it happily.

"Mother knows that you are filial, and you haven't come back for so long, so something must have happened..." Jia Shi warned: "Ji Shangshu saved you, and he is your noble benefactor. In the future, we must repay him well!"

Then he said: "There is also Mr. Ji from the Beijing Yamen, the governor of the Ji government... also a good person, a good official! There is also Miss Xu, Jiaojiao almost hurt her, but after Jiaojiao was taken to the Yamen, Miss Xu still sent someone to take care of me... This must be because of the old friendship between our two families..."

Zhan Yunzhu's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he said slowly: "Zhaozhao has always been hard-spoken and kind-hearted..."

"Yes, we should not only thank you, but also make amends in person. When the mother's body recovers better, we will go to the Zhenguo Mansion together to make amends. The Xu family has always been generous, and will definitely forgive us..."

Zhan Yunzhu let out a faint smile, squinted his eyes and looked at his old and sick mother.

Didn't mother say that as long as he comes back, she is willing to suffer all kinds of pain and torture to death?

Why now, thinking again, I want to take care of my body?

Sure enough, people are greedy and never satisfied.

His eyes looked at his mother's dry lips, sallow face, cloudy eyes, and dry gray hair inch by inch.

"Mother's illness, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said..." Jia's eyes dodged for a moment, as if he didn't want to worry his son: "The doctor said that you will be fine if you take care of it carefully, and now that mother sees you back, she feels that her illness is mostly cured..."

Zhan Yunzhu nodded, turned around and raised his hand to pour a bowl of tea, brought the rough porcelain bowl with gaps in front of Jia Shi, and said, "Mom, have a sip of tea."

It was only in a dream that her son was sick before the bed. Jia was full of joy and joy, and drank from the bowl in his son's hand.

But the tea was already cold, and she only drank a few sips before coughing violently.

Zhan Yunzhu put down the tea bowl unhurriedly, and patted the back for her.

Jia Shi coughed until his face flushed strangely, and when he barely stopped, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength.

Zhan Yunzhu supported him and lay him down.

"Jinping... Mother is fine, don't worry." After a loud cough, Jia's voice was terribly hoarse.

"But my son doesn't want my mother to suffer like this anymore." Zhan Yunzhu sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Mom's illness probably won't be cured... the son will repay mother's kindness in raising her in the next life."

"Mother will be fine..." Jia shook her head towards her son, trying to twitch the corners of her mouth, trying to make her look less painful.

In sight, the son stretched out his hand and took the pillow placed upright on the bed.

Jiashi was still smiling.

The son is very filial, she will get better, and the son will be an official, and he should soon marry a wife and have children, and then she can enjoy family happiness...

She would teach the children, to do good, to do good...

The vitality in her heart was spreading and growing rapidly, and her anticipation for the future made her forget to feel the pain in her body for a while.

However, the pillow taken by her son was not placed behind her head as she imagined...