Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 62: How much do you know about the past?

Everyone has the darkest picture deep in their hearts. I can’t wait to add countless locks to make that picture never appear in front of me.

But people have dreams, especially nightmares. In nightmares, those dark images will often come to your world and wake you up again and again. Then, the nightmare became more and more terrifying, and the dark picture became darker and darker, eventually forming a nightmare.

In the depths of Ye Que's heart, there was once a nightmare, a nightmare that had followed him for decades, and even turned into a demon when he ascended, almost killing him.

The nightmare originally formed as a fragment of memory.

Ye Que in memory is still a baby.

The world in my memory seems to be in the midst of winter, the sky is freezing, and snow the size of goose feathers has been falling down, and the ground is all white when I look at it. Opening my eyes was pale, closing my eyes and opening them again was still pale, everything was covered by heavy snow.

Ye Que felt that his face, hands, and body were too cold, and his eyelids were as heavy as iron. Only the front and back seemed to have a trace of temperature, and there were waves of light from time to time in his ears. Calling, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep."

But I still felt the extreme hunger and cold, almost reaching the limit of endurance, and at this moment, a trace of warm liquid appeared on my lips.

Instinctively, Ye Que sucked the liquid with one mouthful, and continued to **** as hard as he could to suckle. Slowly, the hunger was finally relieved, the body finally gained strength, his eyelids opened slowly, and a gentle face was seen at first glance.

Ye Que could feel that it was his mother, her lips were itchy, and she scratched it, her little white hand lifted up, and there was a bright red when she fell.

The liquid on the lips was actually blood.

Ye Que, who was still a baby in the memory fragment, certainly didn't have the slightest consciousness, but every time Ye Que looked at it from the perspective of a dream, he often vomited because he drank his mother's blood!

Ye Que, who was held in his mother's arms, slowly softened his expression, actually wanting to laugh.

However, the picture suddenly changed, and a group of wild dogs smelled of blood unexpectedly came around. Ye Que's mother just took out half of a steamed bun from her arms. This is her food for a whole day. This is why she feeds Ye Xie to drink. If you eat a steamed bun a day, there is no milk.

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, Ye Que's mother was too slow to take a few shots when she was frozen, and when the group of wild dogs surrounded her, she had just bitten a steamed bun.

When she raised her head and saw the surrounding wild dogs, she was almost subconscious, her muscles tightened suddenly, and she stared at the beasts in front of her eagerly. Soon, she understood that she was hungry, and the group of wild dogs on the other side were hungry.

She and the son in her arms, at this moment, is the food in the eyes of these wild dogs.

No matter how fierce her eyes are, it will never exceed the instinct driven by hunger on animals.

Without hesitation, she acted, keeping her eyes still, using only one hand to carefully move Ye Que into the tree hole behind her.

"Hungry roar!"

Ye Que, who fell on his side in a tree hole, witnessed the most memorable and darkest picture of his life.

A hungry mother.

A group of hungry wild dogs.

Bite into a ball.

It's a bite that is really desperate, and I don't know where Ye Que's mother comes from. The hands, feet, teeth, and nails can cause harm to these wild dogs as long as they can use them. , She does everything.

On the snow-white ground, there soon left a flower of blood.

Screaming one after another.

Cruel and **** fights.

It became the source of Ye Que's childhood nightmare.

Ye Que knew what happened afterwards. The villagers passing by rescued the mother and son, but Ye Que’s mother’s face was completely bitten and broken, and there were many root causes of disease on her body. She looked better than many monsters. Be horrible. Later, Ye Que killed a lot of monsters, but he never hated them, because when he was a child, his mother was a monster in the eyes of others.

Nightmare, it hasn't appeared in Ye Que's mind for a long time.

But today, it's here again.

Because of the appearance of a person, the nightmare suddenly appeared in Ye Que's mind. Perhaps in his subconscious, all this happened because of the person in front of him.

Ye Zhengru!

That is Ye Que's father.

At the end of the martial arts performance at Tianmen Daoguan, he showed up and asked to have a chat with Ye Que. After that, there was the current scene.

One pot of tea, two cups, two people sitting opposite each other.

Ye Que lifted the teapot and brewed a cup of tea. The teapot returned to its original position. The cup was full and the cup was empty.

The heat in the teacup is like smoky smoke, quickly dissipating, and the tea smells all over the house. Ye Que didn't speak, but looked at Ye Zhengru calmly, just like that, looking at his nominal biological father, looking at this famous general who flourished in the Tang Dynasty.

The tea smoke is gone, the tea is warm, and Ye Zhengru finally speaks.

"Your mother?"

Ye Zhengru didn’t ask if Ye Que was his son, just as Ye Que didn’t ask if Ye Zhengru was his father, that jade pendant is one aspect, and the blood that cannot be separated between father and son is thicker than water, which confirms everything. key. Sitting in opposition, you don't need to ask, you know it's him.

"My mother?"

"Not anymore." Ye Que didn't conceal it, let alone scolded and complained hoarsely. He answered briefly and plainly.

"She?" Ye Zhengru said another word.

But Ye Que was interrupted before he finished speaking. It seemed that Ye Que knew what he wanted to ask.

"Having a bad time."

"Suffered all the sufferings of the world."

"Taste the warmth and coldness of the world."

Ye Que had been looking at Ye Zhengru's eyes all the time. When he finished saying this, he saw a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

Looking at those guilty eyes, Ye Que made a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say, "Is it fake? Isn't it hypocritical? Isn't it nauseous? If I'm really guilty, what did I do? Who do you play for? Do you still want to change a father with a guilty look?"

That's what I thought in my heart, but Ye Que didn't say it. He didn't dare or didn't want to. She didn't want the woman under Huangquan to be sad. She had never said anything bad about the man in front of her in her life.

There is nothing in front of or behind.

"Can you tell me how you spent these years?" Ye Zhengru did not continue to look at Ye Que, but lowered his head, made himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp. The tea was already cold, but it was the same whether it was cold or not. At this time, there was no temperature in his heart.

A cup of herbal tea, in exchange for a violent cough.

Ye Que just watched quietly, indifferent.

Until Ye Zhengru's cough disappeared, Ye Que spoke again, "Want to hear how we survived these years?"

"Do you think you have the right to listen?" Ye Que's words were not the tone of questioning. Although every word in the words was sharp, his tone was very flat, as if he was not talking about himself.

"A lot of things can't be decided by me alone." Ye Zhengru looked at Ye Que, "How do you choose between children's personal affection and family and country? You don't have this experience, the pain in it Naturally, I can’t understand it, so even if you hate me, I won’t blame you. Wealth and wealth are in heaven and everyone has their own lives."

"Everyone has his own life?"

Ye Que heard the last words of Ye Zhengru, he was taken aback, and then he smiled bitterly, "So you told her this sentence."

"It's ridiculous."

"Sad."

"Damn it."

Ye Que shouted three times in a row. In the end, he stood up with a beat on the table, pointed at Ye Zhengru and said, "Don’t you want to hear a story? Ok! I’ll tell you a story today. I hope that after listening to it. , You will be so at ease!"

"Before I talk, I want to ask you a question first." Ye Que calmed down for a while, and then said, "Do you think that as a woman, if you live to thirty or six, do you have a long life or a short life?"

"According to the statistics of the Shengtang Household Department, it is short-lived." Ye Zhengru thought for a while and said.

"But for some people, it was a long life. It took a full eighteen years. She should have died safely eighteen years ago, but she suffered eighteen years of hell-like torture."

"Some people may say, is she crazy or stupid? If she is really so painful and hits the wall with her head, everything will not be over?"

"Hmph, if it's that simple, how would I say that she is a long life."

This story happened to Ye Que himself. It was about his mother Tang Wanru.

From childhood to adulthood, Tang Wanru always said, "Wealth and honor are in heaven, and everyone has their own fate. Everyone lives for a lifetime. Fate is fixed long ago. I am destined to have a hard life. I want someone to pull you up. I promised him that I will raise you to eighteen years old anyway."

Ye Que looked at Ye Zhengru and said, “As far as I can remember, she repeats this sentence several times a day. I didn’t understand it before, but today I know that she is cheering herself up, and she doesn’t support me. Dare to die."

Pointing to his face, Ye Que continued, "Have you seen a monster's face? It's ugly and terrifying. But do you know how others describe her face in the village?"

"Ugly than monsters, more terrifying than monsters, night can stop crying. In order to protect me, she fought wild dogs, and her whole face was bitten."

"Do you know that ten copper plates are enough for a few meals? You definitely don't know if you live in the magnificent general's mansion." Ye Que stretched out his index finger, "One month! For many years, her family's food for one month It’s ten copper plates."

"Because of her whole body disease, she can't grow the ground at all, so she can only do some needlework and sell it."

"Growing a monster-like face, no matter how beautiful the soles she sells, who would dare to buy? Even if they did, how much would they be willing to pay? If someone else sells five copper plates, she can only sell two at most Is it a loss? It must be a loss. But she doesn't care, as long as she can survive, as long as she can continue to pull her son to grow up, she doesn't care about anything."

"The eyes are blurred, the stitches often get stuck in the hands, and the blood drips on the soles of the shoes or the handkerchiefs. They must not be sold anymore. I have to start over again. At first it was okay. Later, the eyes became more flowery and the stitches got stuck in the hands. The more the number of times, until she is unable to make ends meet. In this way, her only survival skills are gone, and her income will be cut off."

"But her son is still young, she will continue to carry on."

"How can I live without any skills and hands without the power to bind a chicken?"

"In her heart, there is actually an answer, but she is unwilling to go that way. Life is a bit harder, it doesn't matter, but her identity and her dignity tell her that she can't be shameless."

"After being born for two days, seeing her son fainted three times from hunger, she threw her face to the ground."

"Since that day, there has been an'old witch' begging for food in the villages around Weicheng. She went out before dawn and went home on time before dark. But she never begs in her village. Even if others give it, she doesn't want it. She thinks that is her last fig leaf. She doesn't want other people's children to call her son to beg for food."

"In her heart, she has always believed that the identity of her son is more noble than the whole village, a hundred times noble, and a thousand times noble. But I don’t say, you don’t know, that’s all."

"Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and rain, she has never stolen a day of laziness. Because as long as she does not go out, she and her son will starve."

"One winter, it was freezing cold. After she went home, she was begging for food, but found that her son was missing. At that time, his son was only four years old. He was starving and freezing every day. He had no energy and basically could not go out. I will stay in the house honestly all day long."

"She searched madly, shouted heartbreakingly, shouted all over the village, and finally found it in the chicken coop next door. At that time, she almost died of anger and beat her son fiercely for the first time. When she got home, she asked, why not at home? Why did you hide in the chicken coop next door?"

"At that time, her four-year-old son was crying and he couldn't make a sound."

"I'm cold."

"With only two words, she cried after hearing it. She was heartbroken, and she couldn't bear to cry."

"That night, her son had a high fever, and her forehead was as hot as a stove. That night, she was terrified, and his son was ill to see the doctor, but where did she have silver? Not even a copper plate. She kneeled. I begged all over the village, and it was not until dawn that I collected the money for the medicine."

"Since that time, the thing she feared the most was no longer shame, and the thing she feared the most was the sickness of her son."

"In this way, she had two years of shoe soles and eight years of food, and her son had grown to be ten years old."

"It was another winter. She was begging for food to go home. When she walked to the door of the house, she suddenly fell and fell to the hospital bed after just one fall, and never got up again."

"She was only twenty-eight that year, but she looked like eighty-two."

"The son lying next to the hospital bed was already ten years old by this time, but his skinny body was not as good as the five or six-year-old children in the village."

"She fell ill, what to do with this family? She thought about it all night and didn't find a way. But before dawn, she found her son ran out quietly under the heavy snow and didn't go home all day. He didn't go home until it was about to get dark. At that time, his entire face was red with cold, and his hair was covered with ice scum."

"She was about to get angry again, but this time her son first explained the truth to her, and took out a handful of millet from the pocket of his clothes. It turned out that the 10-year-old son went up the mountain alone to chop wood, and then carried the wood on his back. , Exchanged this handful of millet with the village."

"From this day on, the burden of the family has fallen on the 10-year-old son."

"Day after day, year after year, he went up the mountain to chop wood, and went down to exchange food. He failed to read the book, and she had never read it, so he was the only person, and only had this strength."

"Fortunately, God is not too bad for her son. From this day on, her son has not been sick again. As he gets older, his strength becomes stronger and he can cut firewood. With more and more food, the food for exchange has also increased. If you eat more, your body's bones will grow, and there will naturally be more capable things."

"From cutting firewood to helping others farming, and later helping people herding cattle, helping old blacksmiths strike iron, helping the tavern to make wine, her son has basically done all the work in the village."

"Never picky~IndoMTL.com~ You have no choice, and you can't pick it."

"Days are getting better and better, but her health is getting worse and worse, but it can be seen that she is still going through it very persistently, and sometimes her son feels distressed when she looks at it."

Her son actually went to the doctor secretly, and the doctor’s reply was, “The vitality is long gone, and there is no cure. That is to say, if you are a son, you can persuade you and let go if you can. Let go of the knot in your heart, and you can go away with peace of mind."

"My son tossed and turned for many days, and then he talked to her and told her everything the doctor said. After listening, she was not too surprised, as if she had expected it a long time ago."

On that day, she grabbed her son's hand and said slowly, "My son, my mother is destined to suffer in this life. In fact, she has already seen it a long time ago, and she is already the one who can die. But I I can’t die now. I have to watch you grow to eighteen years old. When that day, I will give you something and tell you one thing, and then I can leave with peace of mind."

In this way, her family's boat drifted forward slowly, and she went through it day by day until her son was eighteen years old.

Perhaps it was a return to light. On this day, she stood up for an unprecedented time, then took her son to the yard, and pointed to the direction of Luoyang City to the west. "Your father is Ye Zhengru. Your home is in Luoyang General Mansion. You Now that you’ve grown up, you have to go back and recognize your ancestors!"

After saying this, she stroked her son's cheek with her hand, "My son, my mother is tired, really tired, hug my mother, let my mother rest."

Under the sunset.

She leaned on her son's shoulder.

Fell asleep.

The shoulders are very broad, very warm, in a trance, as if returning to a long, long time ago...

(At the end of writing, a song suddenly echoed in my ear, when love is a thing of the past...)