Chapter 149:

Gilt candle holders, the aroma of food, the weeping girl, and the gentle lady.
"Oh Bellia... it's my mother's fault, and it reminds you of those sad things." Mrs. Fergus touched her head gently. "Don't say, drink. There will be a birthday party tomorrow. Holding us."
Liu Yu wiped her tears, her red eyes and nose made her look like a rabbit.
She nodded:
"Yep."
There was a trace of unconscious shame in the voice.
Mrs. Fergus pulled the stopper of the wine can, and the gurgling wine night was refilled into the glass and pushed over:
"Drink."
She also handed her a bowl of soup with her own hands, gazing at the broken leaves floating on the soup bowl, and said softly:
"This basil leaf is hard to come by. Only the big nobility and the court can have it... You ate it once when you were a kid, and you kept arguing and wanting it again... Unexpectedly, after so many years, this is the second time."
Liu Yu said nothing.
Mrs. Fergus looked up with nostalgia in her eyes:
"I said, is it too much?"
Liu Yu shook his head:
"No, mother, I like to listen to these."
The two clink glasses and drank intermittently.
Thanks to alcohol, Mrs. Fergus has been chattering and talking about many interesting things that happened at Fergus' house... Liu Yu bent her eyes and listened, as if she had really participated in this past, as if she were Fergie The beloved daughter of the saffron population who has been "grieved" again...
"I'm very happy, mother, I'm very happy." The girl covered her face, her eyes shining, "...the face is so hot."
"Oh Bellia, you are drunk."
Mrs. Fergus supported her chin, giggling.
She smiled more sharply, like a "sudden" machine gun, which can be matched with her half-old style and the crow's feet squeezed from the corners of her eyes... as if it merged with the moonlight outside the window and the candlelight in front of it. Mother's background...
Liu Yu looked at her and suddenly said:
"Mother, tonight... I will sleep with you, OK?"
Mrs. Fergus smiled:
"Oh Belle, you are like a child today."
Liu Yu got up, hugged her from behind in the surprised eyes of Mrs. Fergus, and put her head on her shoulder, sulking:
"I am a child."
Mrs. Fergus patted the back of her hand and let her hug for a while before turning back:
"Okay, Belle, your mother will sleep with you today. You drink enough, let's go up."
Her big blue eyes are so gentle, the girl nodded happily:
"Yep!"
"Go."
The two helped each other upstairs, and the grey freckle squatting on the stairs squinted the two, and suddenly fluttered their wings and flew up.
"spot!"
There was a terrible bird song in the air, and then the night returned to silence.

Liu Yu lay on the bed.
Those blue eyes looked at Mrs. Fergus who took off her shoes, wiped her face, and tucked her quilt without blinking. She refused to move away for a moment, afraid she might leave.
"Mother, you never want me, right?"
She asked.
The sound is soft, soft, like a bird just out of the shell.
Mrs. Fergus lowered her head, pushed her loose hair behind her ears, and said softly:
"Oh, of course, which mother would not want her own child."
No, there are.
In this world, not everyone is suitable for motherhood, nor is every mother like her child.
There was a glimmer of sadness in the girl's blue eyes.
"I will never leave my Belia." Mrs. Fergus patted her quilt gently, "Okay, go to sleep."
The girl seemed to have received a great promise, closed her eyes with satisfaction, and after a while, suddenly opened again:
"I want to hear my mother sing."
"...Well, what song does Belia want to listen to?"
"As long as you sing, anything will do."
The girl's big eyes are full of sincerity, and her small face red with alcohol makes her look like a blooming flower.
Mrs. Fergus went to bed.
Pull the quilt for the two, put one hand on the quilt, and hummed gently
"...Sleep, baby...Lilac flowers, red roses, have closed their eyes...Holy baby tree, will appear in the dream...Baby, close your eyes, the Holy Light shines on you, the gods guard you...
Sleep quietly, may you dream of heaven...Sleep quietly, may you dream of heaven..."
Liu Yu closed his eyes slowly in the slapping sound.
Drowsiness, alcohol, and the aroma of the woman's body are mixed into a unique taste, which is not very good, but very warm.
She felt at ease.
The night was getting deeper, and it seemed that the whole world was falling asleep.
Liu Yu began to dream again.
This time, a huge cobra appeared in her dream. The snake's eyes were small and dark, and it swayed a huge body and ran behind her butt. She escaped panting, escaping circle after circle. Just when she was almost desperate, a lake suddenly appeared in front of her.
She plunged into the lake with a jerk, and when she opened her mouth to laugh—
Suddenly met the black eyes of the cobra.
Liu Yu was frightened.
In the cold sweat, a cold light rushed into the eyes
She subconsciously hid back.
Hearing only a soft puff, the sharp blade with cold light plunged into the thin quilt.
When it was pulled up again, the white down was lifted and the sky was scattered.
Liu Yu stared staringly down at the sky full of feathers, unable to recover for a moment.
The next moment, "ding"--
The sharp blade collided with the chest, making a crisp sound.
Liu Yu blinked:
"mother?"
She seemed silly.
"Don't call my mother!"
Mrs. Fergus glared at her.
She held the dagger in her hand, and it was clean.
The girl's nightdress broke a hole, revealing fair skin on her chest.
There was no scar on it.
"You know, right?"
Liu Yu blinked.
"Yes, you monster!"
She was angry.
Liu Yu found out that when the face in front of him was no longer gentle and the hard floor was up, it showed her unique coldness and meanness-especially her tall cheekbones, the decree lines that appeared when she pursed her mouth, They all show again that this is not a messy woman.
"mother……"
She tried to pull her, but was thrown away.
"Shut up! You don't deserve to call me!"
"Mother, you told me just now that you would never want me..."
"But you are not my Belia! You occupy her body, you are just a monster!" Mrs. Fergus looked at her with deep fear and disgust in the blue eyes, "Monster!"
"But my love is true, I love you, mother."
The girl shook her head and her tears were like broken beads.
She tried to hug her, but the dagger stabbed again.
This time, she did not resist.
She let go of all her precautions, relaxed her body, and made herself like a mortal—
The sharp blade easily broke through the fragile skin and penetrated her flesh and blood, then pierced her heart with precision, and stirred it.
pain.
very painful.
The girl grunted, but smiled:
"You forgive me, okay?"
"I love you, mother. You are not teaching me, are you going to love the next person? I am not a monster, I am also a person, you love me, OK?"
Her posture is so humble, so desperate, like desperately clutching her last life-saving straw.
"I can give you a lot... a lot, wealth, rights... I can find you for you if you want..."
"But I just want my Bellia! My Bellia! I grew up to a child! Can you give it back to me?" Mrs. Fergus pulled out her dagger firmly, and blood was sprayed on her face Shang, her eyes, "You are dead, my Bellia is back!"
The dagger stabbed him fiercely--
Liu Yu closed his eyes.
"Wow--"
At this moment, a white light waved away her.
The dagger fell to the ground with a clear sound.
Mrs. Fergus was swept away by the light and fell to the ground. Then, a black shadow suddenly appeared, hugging the girl. His long black hair fell off like a thick night.
And on the facial features more dazzling than moonlight, the green eyes are as cold as ice.
"God?"
Mrs. Fergus said in surprise.
She did not expect that the she had seen indistinctly had changed its appearance.
He seemed to come out of the darkness and turned into a dark waiter, and in the tall and tall body, the light melted automatically, and he seemed like a huge hollow that could devour everything.
He glanced at her as if she were just a lowly, blocking ants:
"Step aside."
"No." Mrs. Fergus stood up. "I won't let it. You can kill me."
The girl in God's arms opened her eyes.
She patted his arm and he let go of her.
The girl fell to the ground, the skin on her face was pale and pale, and there were still wet tears on it.
She came to her:
"When did you... find out?"