ASTNovels Chapter 935 In the next life, can you give me an ending
Chapter 935 In the next life, can you give me an ending
When she went in, she saw a group of servants kneeling on the ground, wiping tears, feeling sorry for her son.
But a woman's cold voice came:
"Why are you crying? Young Master hates being laughed at by others. Do you want him to be looked down upon even after he dies?"
The woman's voice is not loud, and she is a little immature. She sounds very young, but she has a deterrent force of her own.
The servants stopped crying, wiped away their tears, got up and left.
Ling Wanwan looked over, and under the eaves, a young woman was holding her protruding belly, with a piece of white silk wrapped around her forehead.
No tears were shed, but the sorrow that his eyes tried to hide, revealed the sadness in his heart.
Although the maid next to her was also sad, she still took a look at the white silk on her forehead:
"Young madam... the master said that no one in the house is allowed to wear mourning for the son, and anyone who violates it will be punished. If you do this... I'm afraid you will anger the master. You also know the master's temper."
"When I send the first gift and go out, I will go to my father-in-law to ask for punishment." Zong Pan'er was not at all afraid, and waved her hand to signal the servant girl to retreat, and entered the room alone.
Compared with the childishness on the wedding night, Zong Pan'er now is obviously a bit more mature and capable as the young wife of a big family.
Ling Wanwan silently followed Zong Pan'er in.
When I entered, I was startled.
On the couch in the inner room, Zhao Chuli lay quietly on the couch, silently.
On the small table next to it, there was still a jug of the remaining poisoned wine.
It takes a long time to die at a glance.
He was dressed in his usual clothes and a white robe. He was a handsome young man, with no dust, and his black hair was neatly tied up, apparently washed by Zong Pan'er.
If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't detect a little bit of breathing at close range, it would only make people think that he was asleep.
Zong Pan'er walked over, stared deeply at her husband's corpse, then took another look at the pot of poisoned wine, and slowly picked it up.
Although Ling Wanwan knew that she didn't drink it, otherwise, where did the Zhao family in Jingzhou come from, and where did Zhao Menglou come from, but he still couldn't help but raise his heart, for fear that she wouldn't be able to think about it.
Sure enough, in the end Zong Pan'er put down the jug, but slowly lowered her body, knelt down beside the bed, tears fell down, soaked the front of her clothes, and covered her abdomen.
For the sake of the child, she cannot die.
If possible, Ling Wanwan really wanted to hug Zong Pan'er and comfort her.
But now, he could only watch her suffer the pain alone.
Moreover, she empathizes with her, as if she herself is Zong Pan'er.
Zong Pan'er cried for a while, calmed down, then got up, wiped away her tears, looked at Zhao Chuli, bit her lip, and refused to admit defeat:
"My sister is gone, my brother-in-law is gone, and now you are gone too...but I still want to stay in this world and live for you."
"Don't worry, Zhao Chuli, I will give birth to the child and bring it up well. If you fail to do it, I will help you do it."
"I want you to see clearly that I, Zong Pan'er, are no worse than my sister, or anyone else."
Ling Wanwan felt his face was wet, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, then raised his head, another scene changed in his sight——
It seemed that she was still in Zong Pan'er's boudoir.
However, the decorations in the room seem to be a bit old, not as new as before.
It seems like many, many years have passed.
She turned her head, and sure enough, she saw several older men and women surrounded by the bed.
Below the older men and women, stood a few young people in their thirties.
Farther away, there are a few nannies leading a few children who are a few years old.
It looks like a family of several generations is gathering together.
But the whole family is not in a good mood at the moment, their faces are gloomy, and there are even a few people who are silently wiping away their tears.
Ling Wanwan had a bad premonition in his heart, and walked towards the bed——
The thin, gray-haired old woman was lying on the soft pillow of the high bed, and she was extremely ill at first glance.
Although he is over seventy years old, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and kind, and he is not afraid of the imminent death.
Instead, the children and grandchildren around me cried silently:
"Auntie..."
"Mother-in-law..."
"grandmother…."
Ling Wanwan's tears fell down at once.
The old man on the bed is Zong Pan'er who is about to pass away.
A person's life is very long, until the black hair turns white.
But it's too short, seventy years in a hurry, if you say no, you won't.
Zong Pan'er is still the same as when he was young, he can't see anyone crying in front of him, but he comforts his children and grandchildren with a weak voice:
"...What are you crying for? I have you guys by my side. I have a high bed and warm pillows. I don't have to worry about food and clothing. I don't know how happy I am in this life. Don't cry and cry, you will dirty my way to worship the Bodhisattva."
A young boy with a thick head and a thick brain, probably Zong Pan'er's great-great-grandson, also suddenly said loudly:
"Shut up! The old lady said you can't cry if you can't cry!"
Tongyan Tongyu dilutes the sad atmosphere.
A group of children and grandchildren stopped crying.
Ling Wanwan felt a little comforted, at least, Zong Pan'er died accompanied by his children and grandchildren, so he was not lonely.
After the crowd stayed with them for a while, Zong Pan'er coughed twice, closed his eyes, and said wearily:
"You have worked hard to guard me for a few days. Go down and have a rest first. Let me be quiet by myself."
The man over fifty years old by the bed seemed to be the head of the family, and his face was about six or seven points similar to Zhao Chuli.
It should be the posthumous son left by Zhao Chuli.
He didn't want to leave his mother half a step away, but he still complied with his mother's wishes, bowed to Zong Pan'er, and said softly:
"Auntie rest first. Son go down first. Come back later."
As he spoke, he turned his head and waved to his children and grandchildren.
The family leaves the house.
Lying on the bed alone, Zong Pan'er slowly opened her eyes and looked at the top of her head. Her pupils couldn't see her thoughts clearly, and she didn't know what she was thinking, but a girlish smile appeared on her dry lips.
Ling Wanwan didn't know what Zong Pan'er, whose life was about to come to an end, was thinking.
Are you remembering your sister who died young?
Still resenting Zhao Chuli?
Or are you regretting being a widow for most of your life?
Ruhua's age, but spent alone guarding the vacant house and raising the posthumous child...
In this life, she should have worked very hard, so she should still complain to Zhao Chuli...
At this moment, Zong Pan'er spoke slowly, like an unconscious dream before dying:
"Zhao Chuli, my name is Zhao Pan'er, Pan Jun picked Pan..."
Ling Wanwan's heart skipped a beat.
The words between Zhao Chuli and her official self-introduction, more than sixty years later, she still remembers in her heart.
"Zhao Chuli, you are not the Chu of 'first test the edge', you are obviously the Chu of 'the first and the last'..."
"In this life, you and I have only a beginning and no end."
"In the next life, can you give me an ending?"
"But, I don't want to be as tired as in this life anymore."
"It's your turn to get tired."
Ling Wanwan burst into tears again.
Zong Pan'er never complained...
She has never regretted it in her life.
She has always held a girlish heart towards Zhao Chuli.
I feel happy in everything I do for him.
Even thinking about the next life with him.
She sucked her tears and remembered what Zong Lu said...
When Zong Pan'er died later, his soul was already conscious.
He watched Zong Pan'er's death the whole time.
In other words, at this time, he should be the same as himself, standing by the side like a cloud of air.
She looked around, and naturally she couldn't see him, but she knew that he must have listened to Zong Pan'er's every word.
I don't know what he is thinking at the moment...
Suddenly, Ling Wanwan felt that the room was much quieter. He tilted his head and looked at the bed, only to see that Zong Pan'er had closed his eyes and had no breath.