Chapter 3: Dying

The distant mountains, but the chickens and dogs, seem to be muddy after the first rain, and the earth is recovering. In the fields, there are the shouts of rough men, the noise of children, and the barking of big yellow dogs. Sound, and the cooing sound of a hen laying an egg.
Shen Qingci woke up suddenly and slammed his head to the ground.
She instinctively touched her head, but she was taken aback, and then looked at her hand in surprise, her hand...
It's small and short, and there are soft fleshy ones.
this is……
She opened her eyes wide, looked around hard, then stood up and ran forward.
She was four years old, her four-year-old hands, and her mother who disappeared when she was four.
Pushing open the dilapidated door, vaguely in her memory, it was this wooden door that could not be broken and could leak air. She was sitting in front of the door that year. She was so hungry. , She was also hungry and crying, heart-piercing, if she cried before, mother would definitely come out, but that day mother did not wake up to coax her, nor did she hug her.
The door opened, and there was a moldy smell inside, as well as the precipitation of medicinal stones. Her nose is naturally sensitive and can recognize hundreds of flavors and thousands of fragrances, so sometimes she can distinguish a lot from the smell, and she just What I smell is the smell of mother.
This is the smell of the mother in her memory, no matter what the mother becomes in the end, what she remembers in her heart is the smell of motherhood.
"A Ning... A... Ning..."
On a tattered wooden bed, only a bed of black cotton wool was piled up, and there was a woman who described the withered, her face was like golden paper, and the corners of her lips had cracked blood stains, she reached out to the door with difficulty. Own skinny hands.
"A Ning, come here, come here, mother."
Shen Qingci stood in place, with a pair of small hands clinging to the door frame. There are not many people who call her A Ning in this world. She is called Shen Qingci. A Ning is the name given to her by her mother. She hopes she will grow up in the future. The creamy lacquer is in full bloom like a pear flower.
But the current mother scared her, so she ran out in the last life, she was afraid of mother, she did not dare to see mother, this was also the last thing she regretted in her life, she did not see the mother for the last time.
Since then, every time she dreamed back at midnight, she thought, if she could come forward, if she could hold her mother’s hand, and if she could still allow her to hug her, would she be safe to go? Some mothers will not die, but she will also remember her looks, she will remember the taste of her body, she can know every taste, but the only thing is that she loses the taste of mother.
Although she still knew what all this was, whether she was dreaming, or a new reincarnation, she had already stepped forward with her feet and ran over.
"A Ning..." The skinny woman is her mother. Her mother's name is Lou Xuefei, who is the prostitute of the Lou family and the only daughter of her maternal ancestor... And she is also the mother's only daughter, her name is Shen Qingci, and her name is Shen Qingci. , A Ning.
"A Ning, come here..."
Lou Xuefei coughed again, and her throat was sweet again, and she swallowed the sweet smell forcefully, just not wanting to scare her four-year-old daughter. She knew she was running out of time, but what about her? She can die, how dare she die? Her little A Ning is only four years old, and she doesn’t know anything. How can she be such a mother, leaving her little daughter in this world alone, alone, and don’t know the end How kind of being trampled to death.
Shen Qingci ran over, also holding the woman's thin hand.
"A Ning, mother's little A Ning."
When Lou Xuefei saw her daughter's little but dusty appearance, she was not only sad, but also coughed, almost unable to stop.
She finally stopped her coughing, and saw her daughter still obediently in front of her.
"Mother's little A Ning, don't be afraid of my mother, my mother won't hurt you," she gently shook her daughter's little hand, she couldn't hold her tightly.
Everyone in this world may hurt you, but my mother will not. In this life, my mother loves you the most and you are the one who is most sorry.
Shen Qingci's nose was sour, and she pressed her small face to Lou Xuefei's thin hands. At that moment, she felt her mother's body temperature, remembered the fragrance on her body, and her face.
She lifted her face, then stretched out her little arm.
"Mother, hug."
Lou Xuefei's tears burst and rolled down. It also blurred her eyes. Her little A Ning, how long hasn't been so close to her, she knows that this child's sense of smell is very sensitive, and she can also know every taste. It was because she was ill now, and her breath was unpleasant, so she stopped approaching her very early.
Now her little A Ning actually let her hug her. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't even lift the slightest strength.
Shen Qingci kicked off his little shoes and climbed onto the simple bed that Lou Xuefei was lying on. Who could have imagined that Lou Xuefei, who was wealthy in the past and the first beauty in Beijing, is now Lying half-dead here, even her bright face was withered.
Lou Xuefei had embraced her daughter’s small body in discomfort. Poorly, her little A Ning had lost weight to a small bone. She exchanged her bracelet for a family’s three meals a day, and she didn’t know if they delivered it. Coming over, her little A Ning didn't eat, was she hungry.
Shen Qingci pressed her little face to Lou Xuefei's face. Mother's face was warm, and her body was fragrant. She squeezed her little finger, and her little hand also firmly grasped Lou Xuefei's clothes.
This is the smell of her mother, but she will not be able to smell it soon. She knows that the mother is about to die, and even the doctor said that she is too weak to return to the world, and she will soon have no mother.
Lou Xuefei just choked up her voice. She gently stroked her daughter’s soft but dusty hair. A Ning, not afraid, she held her daughter carefully. During her lifetime, she protected her daughter with everything she had. Regret, but in the end she still has to take a step first.
"A Ning, don't be afraid, mother will look at you from the sky."
Shen Qing Ci suddenly burst into tears, and even shed tears that she had never shed in her previous life. She wants a mother, she doesn't want a mother to die, and she should not be a child without a mother. If she has a mother, she won't suffer that much. Suffering, she won't be beaten to death with a stick at the end, because she has no mother to protect her, because she has no mother's education, no one teaches her how to live and how to be a person.
So she went the wrong way, she killed too many people, and even she herself died.
She wants a mother, she wants a mother.
"A Ning, don't be afraid," Lou Xuefei still said, "Daddy will find us A Ning. Brother and sister also love A Ning. A Ning has to be good and listen to Daddy, do you know?"