Words are like me,
An 'an, when you read this letter, mother will have already gone to a faraway place.
Because it's too far, I won't be able to come back in this lifetime.
I … … am not a good mother.
Your grandmother passed away when I was very young. No one taught me what a mother should be like.
I'm not saying this to shirk responsibility. It's regret.
I regret that I went through such a lonely childhood, but I was cruel enough to let you go through it again.
I regret that I didn't get anything from my mother. When I became a mother, I didn't give my daughter anything.
I regret that as a mother, I also didn't teach you anything.
I didn't teach you how to protect yourself as a girl, I didn't teach you right and wrong, I didn't teach you how to love someone … … Of course, I don't have the qualifications and ability to do so.
I think your brother will teach you.
I hope your brother can teach you.
He's a very promising child. You'll live much better with him than with a useless mother like me.
This is the only thing I can comfort myself with.
An 'an, you're a good child.
Do you still remember?
At the end of the year, the workers all went home on vacation. The medicine shop had to change the goods again. I moved those herbs back and forth alone dozens of times until I cried.
When I'm done crying, I'll turn around and see you stumbling as you send the herbs back to the storeroom.
Many of the herbs were mixed up, but mother's heart was so warm.
At that moment, mother felt extremely comforted, but also extremely lonely.
Loneliness is a demon. It swallows human's rationality, morality, and even humanity. Swallows everything.
Mother was swallowed by this demon, so much so that she forgot how beautiful everything was. So much so that she lost everything.
I'm sorry.
Mother shouldn't have said this to you.
The weather is already very cold. Did you wear more clothes?
Mother sewed a winter coat for you and sent it to you with this letter. There was also a small hat, but it was only half done … … Forget it.
I'm sorry.
I can't send you gifts in the future.
I'm sorry.
I left you again … …
I'm a shameful mother. But I can't help it.
The thing I pursued has already disappeared in this world. I can only follow it to a faraway place.
I can't come back.
I wanted to leave quietly, but I felt that I had to say something to you. Whether it was a mother's last exhortation or an irresponsible woman's last self-consolation.
I had to say something.
An An.
This is the first and last letter your mother is writing to you.
He really didn't know what was the most appropriate thing to say.
An An.
You have to take care of yourself.
You have to study hard. When you grow up, you'll be like me. You can also enter the Dao College and become a high-ranking official or an immortal.
No, Mother shouldn't ask you to do that.
Mother did not have the right to do so.
Cultivation is too tiring. Do whatever you want.
It's better to eat less sweets. If your teeth are spoiled, you won't be pretty.
My An An must be a great beauty when she grows up. What kind of soul-stirring beauty would it be?
Thinking about it, he felt that he could close his eyes.
An 'an, you have to be good.
You have to listen to your brother.
You have to grow up happily and safely.
It was useless to talk nonsense.
But other than this useless nonsense, Mother has nothing else to give you.
I'm sorry.
I don't know how your homework is now, and if you can recognize all these words.
It's fine to leave them for later.
Or if you don't want to read them, it's fine.
…
At this point, Mother suddenly remembered the days when your father taught me how to write.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
…
The 14th year of Yongtai, the first day of the winter, Song Ruyi.
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When he received the letter from Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang was in a state of extreme anxiety. Moreover, the letter was addressed to An 'an. Since it was a letter from Concubine Song, he didn't overstep his boundaries. Instead, he directly transferred the letter to Jiang An' an.
An 'an happily jumped into the study to read the letter.
Jiang Wang was thinking about his own problem.
The bone lotus flower that appeared on his body was very strange. At a glance, it was obvious that the evil pattern wasn't a product of orthodox Daoism.
Something must have gone wrong somewhere. But he had no one to discuss it with.
He didn't have an elder who he could completely trust, who would support him at all times, and who was knowledgeable.
Dong A might be trustworthy, but with his upright personality, if he knew that Jiang Wang was related to the unorthodox path, he might kill him on the spot. Exterminating disciples for the sake of righteousness.
As for Ling He and Zhao Rucheng, these two naturally could be completely trusted. But they had just started cultivating, so there was no need to have any expectations. Zhao Rucheng's background might be a bit mysterious, but when it came to the White Bone Path, a heretical path that sounded evil just from its name alone, Jiang Wang was unwilling to involve them.
He checked some Daoist scriptures, secrets, and records of events, but there was no information about the White Bone Path. Perhaps it had never appeared in the Zhuang State, or perhaps its information had been erased.
The only thing Jiang Wang could confirm was that, in his impression, there was no person or thing related to the White Bone Path.
The hidden connection with the Lunar Star was also because of the Great Illusionary Land and nothing else.
Was the "secret" that the black-veiled woman wanted to know the Great Illusionary Land? What did that woman have to do with the White Bone Path?
If she was a member of the White Bone Path, then what was her purpose? If she wasn't, if she really came from some orthodox Daoist sect as she said, then why would she mention the White Bone Path?
He suddenly thought of the black candle in the Heavenly Connecting Palace, which was something he obtained from the Heart-Devouring Demon. The Heavenly Cycle Star Formation came from the Great Illusionary Land, so there shouldn't be any problems. If there was anything special in his body, it would be this black candle.
What was its origin? What was the secret?
Just as Jiang Wang was thinking, Jiang Anan ran out crying.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, Anan? "Jiang Wang squatted down and hugged her.
"Where is the faraway place?" Anan raised the letter in her hand, and bean-sized tears rolled down her cheeks. "Did my mother go to the heavens like my father?"
Only then did Jiang Wang realize the seriousness of the problem. He carried Anan and coaxed her, "It's okay, it's okay. Don't cry, Anan. I'm here, I'm here. I'm here with you. "
As he coaxed Jiang Anan, he took the letter and quickly read it.
The letter was very thin, but it seemed to have suddenly become very heavy.
This letter had been sent through the normal route. Judging from the time that Wangjiang City and Maplewood City had exchanged letters, the matter was definitely irreversible.
Jiang Wang didn't have deep feelings for Aunt Song, but firstly, she was his father's wife, and secondly, she was Anan's mother.
She had an irreplaceable meaning to Jiang Anan and was a very important part of her life.
And now, she was gone forever.
Although Jiang Anan was still young, children didn't know nothing.
Jiang Wang himself had been at that age, so he understood the sensitivity and fragility of children. He understood how upset the little girl was.
Usually, when Anan fell, Jiang Wang's heart would ache.
Not to mention, looking at her eyes that were already swollen from crying, his heart was about to break.
"Anan, be good, don't cry. You have me, you have me. "
"Wuwuwu, my mother, she …"
"Anan, Anan, I will definitely give you an explanation."
Jiang Wang hugged her little head and said gently and firmly.
No matter who was involved, no matter the reason.
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