It was a taboo in the village for a daughter to be in mourning after she was born, and it was also a disgrace to the family. It was a sign of a disaster.
Ever since her husband's accident, no one had hugged that 'jinx' except for Ru Xian herself. The dim oil lamp illuminated a mother's sparkling tears, and another mother pushed open the bedroom door...
"Ru Xian, Xiang didn't deserve to die. It's all because of you…Why did you give birth to that child a few months prematurely…"
Granny looked at her granddaughter who was sleeping soundly beside Ru Xian…Before she could finish her sentence, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mother, don't be sad. I know it's my fault…It's all my fault…" No one could understand how Ru Xian felt about Xiang's death. Was she not sad and in pain? If she could change her position, she hoped that the person who died would be herself and not Xiang.
Only God knew how much she loved him. But all of this happened. Who could he blame?
"Xiang is gone, and his father is bedridden. Your family is full of young women and children. I've discussed it with your sister. If you're willing, you can remarry to the eldest son of your uncle's family. Their family is prosperous, so you can marry into our family. You're still young, and Qiushi needs a father too. This is the rule of the clan. If you are unwilling, we will not force you. Go back to your mother's house as soon as possible…"
Granny sat on the wooden chair with her eyes closed, letting tears flow out of her eyes.
Too many things had happened in the past few days. She had no time to think about how her child was destined to live in an incomplete family. If she knew about her background, what would happen to her future? What would the consequences be?
She let out a long sigh. This was something unimaginable. In these few short days, she had endured her mother-in-law and everyone in the family treating her and her mother like the plague, hiding and avoiding them. They whispered curses and curses to each other, and now they wanted her to remarry?! What kind of clan rule was this?……
Ru Xian responded to her grandmother's request and suggestion with silence. She stood up and sent her off.
No one in the family had mentioned Xiang's grave to her. She asked around in a daze and stumbled through the courtyard.
"Xiangzi's grave is at the top of Tea Mountain because he liked to climb high mountains to see further places.”Xiang's cousin saw Ru Xian standing in the rain, so he pretended to pass by and whispered to her. "Sister-in-law, if you want to leave the village, it's best to leave at night. Aunty has already arranged the date for the wedding. It's tomorrow noon.”After saying that, he quickly left.
Ru Xian carried her daughter, who was less than half a month old, and ran out of the Duan family's mansion overnight. She came to the middle of the suspension bridge that connected the two mountains. If I jump down from here, I'll be able to reunite with Xiang, right?!
On the top of the tea mountain opposite the suspension bridge was the place where Xiang was buried. Although the suspension bridge was not too far away, the height was chilling. She was already used to that kind of ethnic characteristics. In the mountains where transportation was inconvenient, such suspension bridges were very important.
He remembered Xiang saying that every time he walked on the suspension bridge, he would have a strange feeling, as if he was flying in the air. The river was gurgling. She held the rope of the bridge railing with one hand and carried her daughter with the other. She took a deep breath of all the air here. The memories of her and Xiang, their love, the air that carried all the joys and sorrows, she inhaled all of this deeply into her lungs.
At the foot of Tea Mountain.
A strong longing supported her weak body. Every step she took made her feel a strong scent of sh * t. Every place here had been visited by Xiang, and every inch of the land was imprinted with their warm footprints.
No matter how much she missed this place, no matter how beautiful her memories were, this would be the last time she could admire the scenery here. She slowly advanced towards the top of the mountain. On the other side of the mountain was the home that once belonged to her. Because Xiang was there, that was her home. Now that Xiang was no longer there, that was no longer her home.
Inside that tightly shut red door, Xiang had painted a brilliant future for her. In that orderly tea forest, her sweat had flowed. That was the place where she and Xiang first met. It was also in this land that had once given her happiness that she buried the love of her life. Soon, she would take her daughter and leave this land forever.
He recalled the scene of Xiang giving the White Jade Phoenix to him by the Butterfly Spring. That was such a happy moment, and also such a short time! Was it short? It was so long that it was impossible to forget it for the rest of his life.
Ru Xian's misty eyes looked at the new tomb not far away. The surrounding trees were swaying in the wind. So this was the feeling. She knelt in front of Xiang's grave, holding her daughter in her arms as she stared at the lifeless grave silently, in a daze, for a long time…
He recalled the past of the 'Him' who was lying quietly in the grave at this moment. In the distant forest, the wild cuckoo, camelia, rose…they all began to wither. They seemed to have disappeared with Xiang's departure…leaving only the martyr certificate and the rough portrait.
She lit a white candle and used a piece of paper to illuminate it. She took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote softly: "It's hard to find water in the vast sea, and there are no clouds except for Mount Wu. Take the second flower, lazy to look back, half because of Taoism, half because of the monarch.”Then, he lit a fire and used this method to send Xiang his current state of mind.
"Xiang, our daughter was born during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You gave her a name, Autumn Poem. Father couldn't possibly give our daughter a name in the family tree, so I gave her a name: Su Qin, I think you should understand the meaning of this name! You'll like it, won't you? Because you're an amazing literary youth, and you're so brave and strong. I hope that when she grows up, she will be like her father, a kind, wise, and brave person like you. She will be strong enough to face her own life. Xiang, I should go. I love you. If there is a next life, I hope to be your bride again…"
As the night fell silent, the tears and long sighs became even more desolate.
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