Accompanying the Phoenix

Brother Fan has been crying for his mother, and she will be patient with him next month. She also doesn't know if the three-year-old understands what death means. I had to tell him over and over again, "Can we find Aunt Liu before we go to your mother? Only Aunt Liu knows where your mother is. Do you remember where she used to live? ”

Even though Brother Fan cried so hard, he heard the words of the next moon, choking and wiping his little hand with his eyes: “I don't remember... walking a long time and riding in a big boat and cattle cart. ”

He was young and had no idea of time, but he remembered to ride in boats and cattle cars. It can be seen that they spent a lot of kung fu on the road. Aunt Liu spent so much kung fu and tangled up to send Fan Gong to the capital. It can be seen that he is a simple, kind and good man.

Mrs. An obviously also thought of this, “Aunt Liu is a very nice person. One of the housewives just left the village to send Fan Brother to Beijing. Our family must find her and repay her well. ”

Tomorrow moon also smiled, Mrs. An did not maliciously speculate that Aunt Liu, a rural woman, had left her home to send Van Gogh back to the capital. It can be seen that she was also a kind person.

So Fan told Aunt Liu what she looked like. Lady An asked her to go outside and look for her. In front of Fan, she solemnly said: "We must find him! ”

Mrs. An's eyes were less panicky and timid.

When she learned that he had not eaten lunch, Mrs. An shouted and ordered someone to bring him food.

Tomorrow moon wanted to put him down, who knew that Fan was still holding her neck tight, and tomorrow moon was helpless, so he had to sit down. Zi Ha tried to feed him, but he turned away, biting his lips and hiding in the arms of the moon.

“I'll do it," said the next month. ”

Smooth and tender egg spoon came close to Van Gogh's lips, they all thought he was going to make sex refuse to eat again, who expected him to eat it nicely open mouth.

I'll see him tomorrow month, and I'm glad to see him. A bowl of steamed egg soup will be finished for a little while. He is small, he won't dare to feed too much tomorrow moon, listen to him whisper when he is full, so don't feed the others, “Do you want to get some sleep? ”

Fan raised his head violently and blinked nervously at her eyes. Fine fingers grabbed the coat of the moon tightly, looking scared that she would leave him, “I won't sleep! ”

“Can we talk for a second?” His complexion is so white that the bruising under his eyes is particularly evident. The child arrived last night, afraid that he had not slept all night, his eyes were going to fight, but he still insisted that he did not sleep.

I'm afraid I'll leave him tomorrow month after I fall asleep, right?

Tomorrow month gave Mrs. An a look, and Mrs. An nodded with apologies and gratitude, leading the person out silently. Tomorrow she lay in bed with Van Gogh, and she lay down with herself.

Fan went right into her arms and still held onto her collar.

Tomorrow the moon smiled gently at him, patting his little body gently, and asked, “Why did Fan go out that night? ”

How could his little boy suddenly run out of the courtyard with such a big temper? And there are still people in the yard. Tomorrow's moon feels a little strange.

Brother Fan said in detail: “Aunt Liu said that my mother is dead, and I can't go back in the future. I have to stay here forever. She also said that she could not stay with me all the time, the wheat in the ground was getting cooked, she was going to rush back to collect the wheat... I was scared, I didn't want to stay there, I wanted to go back too. My mother's waiting for me at home. I'm going back to find her. ”

He said, saddened again, tears fell on the clothes of the moon and soon became a wet clump.

Tomorrow, the old woman replied that they had found Van Gogh at the gates of the city, so they knew that the child wanted to leave the city to go back to his mother.

Such a small child can find the gates of the city smoothly. Sigh in your heart next month, "In fact, Van doesn't have to go back to find your mother. ”

The boss who opened his eyes in tears, “Really? Where the fuck is she? I haven't seen her in a while. I miss her so much. Aunt Liu said she was dead and I will never see her again. I am sad. Sister... Do you really know where my mother is? ”

Tomorrow, I'll have to keep making it up: “Of course I know where your mother is, but now we can't see her, and we won't see your mother until the evening. So you go to sleep now, and when you wake up, I'll help you find your mother, okay? ”

“Okay, I'll go to sleep.” Brother Van said, really close your eyes.

Soon, his breath sounded even and gentle.

He's really sleepy.

……

When she came out of the house next month, she waited outside to see Lady An. She hurried forward and said softly: "Madam, Fan is asleep. The kid probably didn't sleep all night. He was sleepy and fell asleep with a pillow. ”

Mrs. An stood up and pulled up next moon's hand. She clapped her hand back with gratitude and satisfaction: “Thanks to you today, if you hadn't fooled him, I wouldn't know how long it would be. ”

“Madame is too polite, but with all due respect. ”

Although the clouds were light, Madame thanked her very much, as they spoke and walked out.

Mrs. An also felt sorry for Fan, she also knew that if she was not sad about Fan, the people below would look at her attitude towards Fan, and step down to practice Fan. Therefore, as soon as I went out, I shouted at the maid guarding the door: “Take good care of the young master. If anything like that happens again, I won't ask anyone, I will just beat you all out! ”

Mrs. An spoke, and the maids dared not to be lazy.

I'll see you tomorrow, that's all. There are maids in the province who do their best to take care of Van Gogh. Van Gogh will no longer be wronged, and I'm sure she will soon be forgotten.

Kids don't have lengths.

But she was so relieved too soon.

At the time of dinner, Purple Buckwheat and Sandalwood just put the dish on the table and heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside.

Zijuan hurriedly put down the matter and turned it around. Tomorrow she heard her whispering to the little girl outside: “What are you running for? Why aren't there any rules? If you quarrel with the princess, the steward mom will have to beat you on two boards. ”

“Sister Zijuan, I have no choice.” The maid even sent in the voice of grievance. "The young master woke up and didn't see the princess. He immediately started crying again and refused to take medicine or eat. No one could feed him. Mother Yin had no choice, so she asked me to ask the princess to come and have a look. Otherwise, you'll only have to tell Madame. ”

If Madam is shocked, their young master's servants in the yard are afraid to be punished by Madam. Yes, but no one can do anything but ask for the coming of the moon.

Sandalwood also heard the movement outside and couldn't help complaining: “Then you can't come to the princess. What do you think you are? The princess is a golden branch jade leaf, not a child. ”

And she urged Ming Moon, “Princess, you can't go. If this sets a precedent, the young master will come back later, but if anything happens, they will come to you, won't you help them bring their children? Why, you didn't come here to bring children. ”

Bringing a child is all about the nurse and the people under her. Do you want to treat her princess like a nurse or a current person?

Sandalwood is very reluctant to let the next moon pass to amuse the children.

Tomorrow the moon will look at her with a smile, “Didn't you have a lot of sympathy before? You care about that fake Van Gogh, but now you don't let me care about Van Gogh? ”

Sandalwood drummed his cheek: “It's different. I still feel sorry for him, but I care about him and the princess. You care about him differently. ”

“What's different?” Get up while the moon says.

Sandalwood was in such a hurry, he said, “You are the princess of Jin Zunyu Gui. Where Brother Fan is just a child born of a woman who cannot be put on the stage, you are not surrendering yourself. ”

Tomorrow moon sounded funny, walking out and fading away: “Kim Jong-yu Gui? When did you meet me? ”

“Princess!” Little sandalwood gas stomped directly, but the moon has already rushed out. She bit her teeth for a while and had to follow them quickly. It was difficult to even out, whispering around the moon: “Even if you want to go to help people bring their children, you should eat two bites of meal first, don't be hungry yourself! ”

"Send my meal to Van Gogh, I can eat with him. ”

Thinking of the little kid's tearful face and panic dependence, tomorrow month will be hard to leave him alone.

As she sighed in her heart, she thought to herself, is her heart getting softer lately?

For Huang Hung Fei as well as for Van Gong.

Well, that doesn't bode well!

The lights were bright in Brother Fan's yard, and the little maids saw the moon. One by one, they were as excited as they were to see Buddha. They could barely read the Amitabha Buddha. Though they were all worried, they did not dare make too much noise in order not to shock Mrs. An. They all enthusiastically led the next moon into the house.

The oldest mother in the house was Mrs. An who approached Van Gogh from her side to take care of her. At this time, she was holding a bowl, half squatting and half kneeling beside Van Gogh, crying at the corner of the wall, begging him to eat like an ancestor.

But Van Gogh was just crying, his little hands still waved to get rid of Yin Mama, “You go away, go away, I don't want you, go away! ”

A helpless mother turned her head and saw the moon come in. Her eyes also lit up. She hurried up to salute the moon. "Princess, you are here. Young master has been arguing to find you, the slaves really have no way, that's... look to Princess Haihan. ”

It's too late to talk next month. Fan has rushed over like a shell. He held her legs tight and didn't let go. It's pathetic to cry. "Where have you been? I'm so scared... I'm scared you're going to disappear like my mother..."

Tomorrow the moon will have to crouch down and fool him, "I won't be gone. Because it was dinner time, I sent someone to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You see, I brought dinner with me. I was looking for you to accompany me to dinner. ”

She pointed to the box that Zijuan and Little Sandalwood had brought, and she held him up with a smile, “Would you like to show me your face for dinner? ”

Fan turned his head and looked at the violets and sandalwood that were cooking, which stopped him from whimpering, wiped his tears and nodded hard, “Okay, I'll eat with you. ”

Tomorrow the moon will laugh, “Fan is a good boy. ”

When Brother Fan's pale little face blushed, he was ashamed to bury his head in the shoulder socket of the moon. He grinned and said with some pride: “My mother also said that I was the best child. ”

This time, Van Gogh didn't let Ming Moon feed him. He ate his own meal with a silver spoon and a small bite. His photo was very Sven, and half a grain of rice had never fallen on the table.

Tomorrow moon wanted to send a maid to feed him. When he saw that he could eat himself, he waved his hand and let only the maid serve him dishes.

It's not hard to see that Van Gogh's upbringing is actually very good. His mother could teach him so well in such a poor environment. I can't help but think about it in the next month. What kind of woman is that?

Although Brother Fan was still a little nervous and unwilling to let Yin Mama and others near to serve him, the moon sat idly there smiling at him, somehow he did not so much exclude Yin Mama and others.

After using up dinner, he was washed by Yin Mama and others, and soon fell into the arms of the moon again. “Sister, you said you wanted to take me to my mother. It's night time. Where the hell is my mother? ”

Tomorrow moon thought he would forget about it after he slept, who knew the child still remembered this jail. Next month, with the smile of the misfortune and happiness of the little sandalwood girl, she punched the corner of her mouth and felt remorse for lifting the stone and smashing her feet.

But Brother Fan looked at her so full of anticipation... Tomorrow the moon had to hold him with his scalp and go outside, walking as hard as he could, do you have any stars tonight?

I was in such a hurry, I forgot to look up. What would she do without the stars?

There should be stars. In all kinds of plays, as long as there's this infant, it's gonna be a starry night. This is a routine. It doesn't make sense. When she wants to use it, the stars won't give her face!

Tomorrow moon fist, well, there will definitely be stars!

Only when she walked out with Van Gogh next month and looked up at the stars but saw nothing but pitch black, not only did she smoke the corner of her mouth, she only felt thunder rolled down for nine days, beating her all black.

Damn, the promised starry sky!

Moon wooden column-like stiffness beneath the dark painted night sky, tears filled with silent choking.

Without the stars, how can she tell Van that your mother has become a star and look at such nonsense in the sky?

Fan still held her neck nervously and asked seriously, "Sister, where's my mother? ”

The maids who came out with them in the next month also looked at the next moon curiously. They were very confused about her going out and staring at the night sky as if she had been kissed by Thunder. She had not moved or spoken for a long time. In her heart, she had to go up and down seven times.

Tomorrow moon finally moved, she exhaled depressedly and sat on the newly made swing rack with Fan. She sat next to him and made up her head with a stiff fabrication: “Because Fan didn't sleep well last night, she wouldn't eat well today, so your mother hid it so you wouldn't see her. ”

As soon as she said that, Van Gogh flattened his mouth and cried.

Tomorrow I see the scalp is even more numb, so I have to threaten him: "If you cry, I won't see your mother tomorrow night. Be good and your mother will come out to see you. ”

Brother Fan sucked his nose so hard that he could hold his emotions and tears. He shook his head quickly: “I won't cry. I won't cry. I won't cry anymore, I will sleep well, I will eat well, will my mother come out to see me? ”

He stared closely at the moon with clear black and white eyes, poor and cute as a puppy.

Tomorrow the moon touched his head and nodded with certainty: "Be good, of course she will come out to see you. ”

“But where is she?” Where the brothers persevere in their questioning.

“Didn't Aunt Liu tell you your mother was dead? When everyone dies, they become stars in the sky.” Take a deep breath in the moon and whisper in a gentle tone: “This way, whenever we miss our loved ones, we can just look up and see them. They also despise us, which is why they become stars, so that we can see them as soon as we look up. We can't see them anymore, but, you know, your mother's looking at you there, and she misses you. So don't be afraid to never see your mother again, she'll be watching over you and blessing you. You know what?”

Fan tried to lift his neck and looked up at the sky. “But tonight my mother didn't want me at all. ”

He believed in his bullshit and smiled again when he didn't move his voice next month: “I'm sure your mother misses you too, but if you don't sleep well and eat well, your health will be bad. Your mother is angry that you won't take care of yourself, so punish you for not seeing her tonight. Actually, she was sad, but for your own good, she had to put up with it. And you don't want your mother to have to work so hard to get away from you, do you? ”

Van Gogh nodded hard, "I get it, I won't make my mother sad. In the past, when she was sick, I promised her that she would be very good. I would listen to my grandmother. My mother must have known that I was not very good. She did not listen to my grandmother and dad, so she was angry at me. I understand. ”

I don't know if I should be happy or faint when I look at Van Gogh so knowledgeable tomorrow.

One day, Brother Van will grow up and her lame lies will be torn apart. I hope that Brother Van won't blame her.

I thought this was going to ignore Fan. I didn't expect Fan to ask again: "Sister, my mother is so far away from me. I want to talk to her. She can't hear me. What should I do? I have so much to say to my mother. ”

Tomorrow month: "…”

Does this lying snow club mean the bigger it gets?

“Sister, you must have a way, right?” Van Gogh looked forward to the moon.

Tomorrow: “… you can write to her. ”

Her voice dropped, her cheerful smile on her face, caressing her palm: “Yes, we can write to your mother - sandalwood, let someone find some perforated lights! ”

“Kong Ming Lamp?” Sandalwood's face is confusing. "What are you going to do with the perforated lamp? ”

“Don't ask so many questions, go find them if you want. ”

The excited eyes of the princess seemed to glow, and Sandalwood didn't ask much, so she turned to look for purple beams for a perforated lamp.

Zijuan listened to Sandalwood's request. She was also somewhat confused, but she didn't ask anything more. She just laughed: "I bought a lot of Kong Ming lamps at Yuan Xiao Festival. There should be plenty left. I'll send someone to find them. ”

……

There are now Kong Ming lamps. Only during the general New Year's festival or any major festivals in the temple will the lamps be put on to pray for blessings. This is unwarranted to find Kong Ming lamps. Naturally, many people speculate, even the lady in the main courtyard is shocked.

I heard that it was for Tomorrow Moon. Mrs. An asked for Purple Moon. I couldn't help but sigh to make Fan happy. She laughed with a smile on her face. “Tomorrow Moon, though the child often laughed, I always thought she was cool. I didn't think she'd bother to do this for Van Gogh... she's such a good kid. ”

Her beloved mother laughed and praised, “Who says no? The princess is kind and a blessing to you and the young master. ”

Lady An sighed again, “If the moon is uninteresting in the state, I will surely marry the unfaithful son next moon. That's really my luck, it's just a shame... but it's okay to marry Zhou next month. After all these years, the child doesn't know what to think. No matter how I rushed him before, the matrimonial thing is not to let go. Now it's finally a nod, and it's a good girl like tomorrow moon... I should be happy for him. ”

“According to the slaves, it is your blessing whether the prince or our marquis is married to the princess. Think, Your Highness, how filial is he to you on a weekday basis? You are the only family in the world, the King filial piety to you, and henceforth the princess also filial piety to you? It's a family, so it's a blessing to you and the young master. ”

“You.” Mrs. An laughed at her, “Knowing what I like to hear, I picked up what I like to hear to fool me - just to be happy with Brother Fan, let's go have some fun too. ”

Mama Wang hastily helped Mrs. An to get up, and the two servants led the maid to Van Gogh's yard.

Before entering the courtyard door, I heard Fan's crisp and loud laughter.

Mrs. An couldn't help but stand and glance at Mama Wang.

“The princess still has a way to make the young master so happy.” Mama Wang smiled and looked up and saw a Kong Ming lamp creeping up into the sky, "Madam, you see, this is it. ”

One by one, Kong Ming lamp went up to the sky. Under the dark night sky, the dot of light flashed, getting higher and farther away.

“Sister, can my mother really see the letter I wrote to her? ”

As soon as Mrs. An entered, she heard Fan's nervous inquiry about the next month.

They sat in the pavilion at this time, and the maids were outside the pavilion, waving their pens next month to bury what was written on them, whereupon Brother Fan watched vigorously beside her, and did not know if he could read.

Madame An smiled and said, “Don't worry, we've put so many lights on, your mother will surely see —— what else would you like to say to your mother? ”

“There's more.” Brother Fan hastily said, “You tell my mother that I will soon learn to write, and I will be able to write to her personally. I will definitely learn well. My mother wants me to read well. Sister, you tell her that I will read well and won't let her down. ”

He said whatever he wanted. Kiriku said a lot of things. Tomorrow the moon won't be bothered. He replied with a smile: “OK, OK, I'll write it down for you. You're so good, your mother won't be disappointed. ”

Two people, you say what I say, and the girl next to you will laugh.

Mrs. An listened and laughed. She looked into the eyes of the moon and grew more satisfied and tender.

At the end of the Tranquil Trail, the light shadow in the hallway blurred the darkness of the night, and the trance of the light showcased a clear figure.

He stood there quietly, quietly merging with the darkness, but his face was slightly caged with a smile, like water without light, but overflowing, with a photographic loneliness, pride and strange tenderness, like running water, seemed to surround something firmly.