See words like me:
An'an, when you read this letter, your mother has gone to a very far away place.
Because it's too far away, there's no way I can come back in this life.
I'm... not a good mother.
Your grandma passed away when I was very young. No one taught me what a mother should be like.
I'm not saying this to evade. But regret.
I regret that I experienced such a lonely childhood, but I was cruel enough to let you experience it too.
I regret that I gained nothing from my mother, and when I became a mother, I also had nothing to give to my daughter.
I regret that as a mother, I have not taught you anything either.
I didn't teach you how a girl should protect herself, I didn't teach you right and wrong, I didn't teach you how to love someone... Of course, I don't have such qualifications and abilities.
I think your brother will teach you.
I hope your brother can teach you.
He is a very promising child, and it will be much better for you to live with him than with a useless mother like me.
This is the only place I can comfort myself.
An An, you are a good boy.
do you remember?
At the end of that year, the guys all went home for vacation. There was another exchange of goods in the medicine shop. I moved the medicines back and forth dozens of times by myself until I started crying.
When I finished crying, I turned around and saw you stumbling back to the warehouse one by one.
Many medicinal materials were mixed, but my mother felt so warm.
At that moment, my mother felt extremely comforted, but also extremely lonely.
Loneliness is a devil that devours human reason, morality, and even humanity. Swallow everything.
My mother was so devoured by this devil that she forgot how wonderful everything she had. So much so that everything was lost.
sorry.
Mom shouldn't tell you this.
The weather is already very cold. Have you worn more clothes?
Mom sewed a winter coat for you and sent it to you with the letter. There was originally a small hat, but it was only half done...that's all.
sorry.
I can’t send you any more gifts in the future.
sorry.
I leave you again...
I am a shameful mother. But there is nothing I can do.
What I pursue has disappeared from this world, and I can only follow it and go far away.
Never come back.
I wanted to leave quietly, but I felt that I had to say something to you. Whether it's a mother's last warning, or an irresponsible woman's last self-comfort.
I have to say something.
An'an.
This is the first letter that my mother has written specifically for you, and it is also the last letter.
I really don’t know what to say, which is the most appropriate thing to say.
An'an.
You have to take care of yourself.
You have to study hard, and when you grow up, like your brother, you can also be admitted to a Taoist academy, and you can also become a high official or a god.
No, mother should not ask you.
My mother has no such qualifications.
Cultivation is too tiring, so just do whatever you want.
You should still eat less sweets, your teeth will be bad and not beautiful.
My An'an will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. How breathtakingly beautiful would that be?
Thinking about it, I feel like I can close my eyes.
An'an, you have to be good.
You have to listen to your brother.
You want to grow up happily and peacefully.
Bullshit is useless.
But besides these useless nonsense, Mom has nothing else to give you.
sorry.
I don’t know how your homework is now and whether you can fully understand these words.
It’s okay to leave it to be read later.
Or if you don’t want to read it, that’s okay.
…
As I was writing this, my mother suddenly remembered the days when your father taught me how to write.
sorry.
Miss you.
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In the fourteenth year of Yongtai, on the first day of winter, Song Ruyi passed away.
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Jiang Wang was in a very anxious state when he received the letter from Wangjiang City. Moreover, the letter was written by An An personally. Since it was from Aunt Song, he did not overstep his authority, but forwarded the letter directly to Jiang An'an.
An An happily jumped into the study to read the letter.
Jiang Wang was thinking about his own problem.
There is something very wrong with the white lotus flower that appears on the body. The evil pattern does not appear to be the product of an orthodox Taoist sect.
Something must be wrong. But he had no one to talk to.
He does not have a knowledgeable elder who is completely trustworthy and will support him at all times.
Dong A might be trustworthy, but with his upright character, if he found out that Jiang Wang was related to the heretics, he might be struck to death with a slap on the spot. Kill the disciples with righteousness.
As for Ling He and Zhao Rucheng, these two people can naturally be completely trusted, but they have just started practicing, so there is no need to have high expectations. Zhao Rucheng may have a more mysterious background, but when it comes to a leftist path like the White Bones Path that sounds evil just by its name, Jiang Wang is unwilling to involve them.
He checked some Taoist scriptures and secrets, including some event records, but there was no information about the White Bone Tao. Either it never appeared in Zhuang State, or its information was erased.
The only thing Jiang Wang could confirm was that in his impression, there was no one or anything related to the White Bone Path.
The hidden connection with the Taiyin Star is also due to Taixu Illusion and not anything else.
Is the "secret" that the woman in black veil wants to know the illusion of Taixu? What does that woman have to do with the Bone Path?
If she is a member of the Bone Path, what is her purpose? If not, if it was true as she said, she also came from a certain orthodox Taoist sect, then why would she mention White Bone Taoism?
He suddenly thought of the black candle in Tongtian Palace, which was something he obtained from the heart-devouring demon. The Zhou Tianxing Formation Diagram was transmitted from the Taixu Illusion Realm, so there shouldn't be any problems. If there is anything special in the body, it is this black candle.
What is its origin? What's the secret?
While Jiang Wang was thinking, Jiang Anan ran out crying.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, An'an?" Jiang Wang knelt down and hugged her.
"Where is that far away place?" An An held up the letter in her hand, her big tears rolling down one by one: "Did my mother go to heaven like my father?"
Only then did Jiang Wang realize the seriousness of the problem. He picked up An An and coaxed her: "It's okay, it's okay. An An, don't cry. My brother is here. My brother is here. My brother is here with you."
While coaxing Jiang Anan, he took the letter and read it quickly.
The letter paper was very thin, but suddenly it seemed to be very heavy.
This letter was delivered normally. Judging from the length of correspondence between Wangjiang City and Maplewood City, the matter must have been irreversible.
Jiang Wang couldn't say how deep his feelings were for Aunt Song, but on the one hand, she was his father's wife, and on the other hand, she was An An's mother.
She has irreplaceable meaning to Jiang Anan and is a very important part of her life.
And now she is gone forever.
Although Jiang Anan is still young, a child does not understand everything.
Jiang Wang himself came from that age, and he understands the sensitivity and fragility of children. I understand how uncomfortable the little guy is.
On weekdays, when little An'an falls down, Jiang Wang is already extremely distressed.
Not to mention that his heart would be broken when he looked at her eyes that were swollen from crying.
"An An, be good, An An, don't cry. I have a brother, I have a brother."
"Oh, oh, oh, my mother, she..."
"An'an, An'an, brother will definitely give you an explanation."
Jiang Wang held her little head and said gently but firmly.
No matter who is involved, no matter what the reason.
