After my mother was buried that day, my father went back to deal with the salt administration. After a while, he vomited blood and fell ill.
When he lay on the bed, his face was as blue as my mother's.
My mother had fallen like this before!
I cried beside my father's bed. Every time she cried, it would go on for several hours.
I was so scared that I cried myself hoarse. Then, I started to get hot again.
In the end, I was carried back by my wet nurse in a daze.
I had a dream.
In the dream, there was a person called Daiyu.
The dream was vague and intermittent. There were only fragments.
I could only remember the last fragment. It was a terrifyingly pale young woman lying on the bed. She described to a maid how she felt when she came to her maternal grandmother's house when she was seven years old and saw the stone lion in front of her grandmother's house.
I woke up crying in the dream. When I woke up, I saw my uncle's haggard face.
He called me, "Daiyu! Daiyu! Don't be afraid! Uncle is here! "
My father fell ill. My uncle, who had been looking for wind and moon outside, rushed back and helped him take care of the funeral ceremony and affairs inside and outside the house.
When my father and I both recovered, it was already the spring of the next year.
My father said that he wanted to send me to my maternal grandmother's house.
I didn't want to go.
However, my maternal grandmother's letters came one after another. She grieved for my mother and insisted on taking me.
In the end, my father said to me, "Go. I'm almost fifty years old and only have you as my daughter for half my life. I don't want to marry you anymore. You don't have a mother to teach you, and you don't have any brothers or sisters. Go and rely on your maternal grandmother. Just let me worry less. "
I looked at my father's white hair and finally nodded with tears in my eyes.
I felt that I should grow up.
When I was packing up with the people my maternal grandmother sent, my uncle quietly came over. He stuffed a package into my hands. I opened it and saw a stack of exquisite little books.
Uncle rubbed my head. "It's not something bad that big brother doesn't want to read. If you're bored, you can read it to relieve your boredom on the way. "
When my maternal grandmother sent me a letter, my uncle saw that I didn't want to. He stammered and told my father that he had a lot of free time, so he could "take care of his daughter on his brother's behalf."
But his father was furious, "Who taught you how to raise a female scoundrel?!" He cursed him out of the house. Even her expression, which had warmed up to her uncle over the past year, turned cold again.
My uncle's name is Shan, and his courtesy name is Shan. Just like my father's name, it just happens to mean 'a mountain of books and a sea of learning'.
My family is said to be marquis for generations, but it has only been passed down for three generations.
When it came to his father and uncle's generation, they had long lost their titles and were born in the imperial examinations.
That year, my father came in third place.
Her uncle had also passed the Jinshi exam. He was a young Jinshi and was riding a horse through the streets. He was proud of his success. But he drank and messed things up, singing obscene songs in front of the palace.
The Son of Heaven was furious, but because he saw my grandfather Jian Zai Sheng's heart, he only took away the scholarly honor and did not implicate anything else.
His grandfather, who was seriously ill, was so angry that his whole body trembled. He ordered people to beat his uncle dozens of times and banish him from the family.
In the end, his father begged him to let his uncle go.
The uncle himself didn't care. He limped and said to his father, "Anyway, I'm not cut out for that. I'm going to continue drinking!"
Later, my grandfather passed away.
My father married my mother and was promoted to a doctor in Lantai Temple. He was ordered to be a Salt Patrol Imperial Censor.
But my uncle was still alone. He was seven years younger than my father and had long passed the age of forty, but he was still alone. He had no children, no wife, and no concubines. He guarded the sun and the wind and explored the moon. He wandered around the world and made friends with people from all walks of life. He rarely had a home.
In the end, even his eldest brother, who had the deepest hopes for him, despaired. He pretended that he didn't have a younger brother.
My father said that my uncle was a first-class prodigal son.
But I liked this uncle since I was young.
During the holidays, whenever he came back, he would bring me all kinds of toys.
When my younger brother was still alive, sometimes even my younger brother would give me a share.
That year on New Year's Eve, it was snowing lightly. My uncle seemed to have done something outside that made people angry. When he came back, he was rejected by my grandfather, who was still alive.
He stood in the snow for most of the night, but in the end, he still left. But he still remembered that he asked someone to secretly bring an interesting Western porcelain rabbit for my younger brother and the sick me.
Although these toys were all seen as unladylike things by my mother and were taken away and destroyed. But I still remembered.
"Uncle, you also have to be well." I said goodbye.
My uncle smiled. "En, everything is well."
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