Miss Mu and the Canary

Chapter 71

The two hugged each other quietly, watching the golden light gradually being swallowed by the dark clouds.

Amidst the increasingly noisy singing and dancing, Bai Yan slowly said: "At that time, my father thought that the wine in Suzhou was soft and not strong enough, so my mother learned to brew it herself. Sweet-scented osmanthus wine, sweet potato wine, red bayberry wine... Mother learned to make wine, I'm also learning."

"Mother learned how to make wine, and she wanted to give it to my father, but then the war became tighter, and my father gradually stopped coming back. After the wine was brewed, no one drank it, so my mother drank it by herself, and I also drank it. So I didn't learn the craft well. , but the drinking capacity has been practiced."

"Later, later..."

Mu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at Bai Yan's trembling eyelashes in her arms. She didn't speak, but silently tightened her arms.

Bai Yan gradually calmed down.

She whispered: "At first, Dad just couldn't come back, and later, he couldn't come back again."

Caressing Bai Yan's arm, Mu Xing asked, "Did it happen in Jiazi's year?"

The war in the 24th year of the Republic of China spread to Wenjiang several times.Even though Mu Xing was at school, he could somewhat sense the seriousness of the battle from his parents' words and demeanor.

After the decisive battle in [-], the Zhili warlords were defeated. As a member of the Zhili, how could Shu Wan's father be alone?

Bai Yan nodded.

"The specific situation, I couldn't understand it at that time, but now I have no chance to understand it."

"At that time, the school was on holiday because of the war. I was weaving sash with my mother at home. A man suddenly came to visit and told my mother that my father is gone..."

She choked out a sob, but before Mu Xing could speak, she covered her face again and said, "I hate it, I obviously won't cry anymore. After thinking about it for so many years, I should have stopped crying..."

Mu Xing hugged her and said distressedly: "If you don't want to talk about it, let's not talk about it. We can talk about it another day."

Leaning in Mu Xing's arms for a while, Bai Yan shook her head: "It's okay to say it, I am such a person, and I should let you understand in my past and present lives."

Mu Xing kissed her hard: "I like you no matter what kind of person you are."

Rubbing Mu Xing's hand, Bai Yan continued: "My mother burns incense and worships Buddha every day and night, praying for my father's safe return, but in the end, she couldn't even see my father's body."

"Mother fell ill, and the man urged us to go on the road again, saying that he was sent by a friend of my father's. My father entrusted his friend when he was dying to send us mother and daughter back to our hometown."

"What happened later? Did you go back?" Mu Xing just asked, and felt really stupid.

If Shu Wan really returned to his hometown, how could he end up in Wenjiang?

Sure enough, Bai Yan shook her head.

"The man urged us to pack up our belongings, dismissed the servants, and only left a nanny to take care of my mother. He took us to Shanghai first, and then took the train back to Yunnan. But when the army is in chaos, where can we get a train ticket? Well, the man said he was going to find a way, but who knows that he left for more than a month."

"We lived in a hotel and couldn't move an inch. Seeing that the flames of war were about to spread to Shanghai, my mother's illness was getting worse and worse. We had no choice but the mother who took care of her decided not to wait, and took us back to Suzhou Mansion."

"Less than a month after returning to Suzhou Mansion, my mother... died of illness."

Staring at the ray of light in the sky, Bai Yan didn't dare to close her eyes.

She was afraid that as long as she closed her eyes, she would go back to that day.

The burnt smell of paper money lingered for a long time, and the white silk was still hanging on the door, turning pale by the heavy rain.She hid behind the door and watched Mammy counting the copper coins one by one. There was no trace of kindness on that wrinkled face, and it was full of smiles that were more terrifying than Yaksha.

She was sold to a woman before her mother's first seven days.

Later, it changed hands several times, but Bai Yan no longer remembers it.Until finally, she was bought by an old woman who wanted to be a wife for her stupid son.

An old woman, an idiotic man, a small dilapidated courtyard... She finally escaped and sold herself into Changsantangzi.

Clenching her fists tightly in front of Bai Yan, Mu Xing restrained her anger and said in a low voice, "They deserve to die." Facing the past that her lover talked about, the unimaginable despair and gloom, she could only do nothing. Say this meaningless curse.

She hated the feeling.

Bai Yan stretched out her hand and shook Mu Xing's hand, breaking away her tightly clenched hand, gently smoothing her weakness.

"I hate it too." She said: "I hate it so much that I can't sleep, I hate it so much that I wake up in a dream, and I want to die with them. However, after I met that adult, I was able to get a roof to shelter from the rain. Gradually, the hatred became stronger." It faded too."

"Later, I met you again." The cool fingertips traced the lines on Mu Xing's palm, and Bai Yan's voice finally became much lighter, "When I met you, how could I have time to think about those hatreds, hatreds? Yes. You are so tall, and your hands and feet are so long, it’s enough for me to just have you in my heart, so why should I care about them.”

With his chin resting on Bai Yan's shoulder, Mu Xing rubbed hard, and the tiny drops of water in his eye sockets rubbed into Bai Yan's clothes.She pretended, "Hmph, then you should always remember Mr. Andrew."

Bai Yan said: "I told you, even though that lord took me to his house and treated me like a young lady, but every time he looked at me and dressed me up, it wasn't me that he saw in his eyes."

She moved, struggled to move on the tile eaves, and finally turned around, facing Mu Xing and looking at each other.

Fragments of gold sprinkled by the setting sun danced in her hair, she was against the light, and her smile was brighter than the sun.

"This world is vast, and the only thing that can hold me is your arms."

"You said, how can I not love you?"