Re-embroidering life

Shui Qinghua fainted, and the doctor diagnosed it as "anger and anger", and the news quickly spread to the main courtyard of Ji's house and the first wife. The old lady and the first wife both believed that Shui Qinghua fainted because she was angry with Tan because she learned that her share was deducted for many years.

After listening to the report from her personal maid Qin Yun, the old lady sighed and said, "If this alone doesn't make her faint, she might even be angry at me for being unfair and being so gentle with the eldest son's wife. It's so hard to be the head of a household!"

As it involved a dispute between the sisters-in-law of the host family, Qin Yun did not dare to comment and lowered her head and stepped aside.

In the first room, Tan Meixue was inexplicably panicked. She had always bullied the third room, but she didn't want to cause any deaths. The reputation of bullying her sister-in-law to death was a fatal stain on her, her sons, and her family.

Seeing her panic-stricken look, Ji Zixuan snorted coldly: "Are you scared now?"

Tan Meixue was always as obedient as a kitten in front of her husband, with all her thorns put away. She sobbed, "It was just a small matter, who knew she would faint? She is so petty!"

"Forget it! It's no big deal." Ji Zixuan had a pair of calm eyes on his thin face. "Hurry up and pay the money you owe. Don't provoke her again. She is in poor health. If something happens to her, it will damage the reputation of the Ji family and destroy our brotherhood."

The coldness in the words made Tan Meixue shudder. She knew that her husband cared most about his relationship with his younger brother, and she and her son came second.

"You have taught Ji Ji and the others so much that they don't know how to be arrogant. If this continues, they won't know how to be a spoiled brat when they grow up!" Ji Zixuan was really angry. "Move your three sons to the front yard tomorrow and I will teach them myself."

Tan Meixue collapsed to the ground all of a sudden. She had been acting recklessly in the Ji family, relying on her three sons. The eldest master was giving her a serious warning.

Everyone said that Ji Zixuan doted on her little wife, but only she knew that for Ji Zixuan, his wife was just a tool to manage the household affairs and pass on the family line. He would not put his feelings on a tool, and as long as it did not infringe on his interests, he would not embarrass his woman. Ji Zimo was brought up by him, and he used to treat his wife in the same way. They were really brothers of the same bloodline!

Late at night, a light is dim.

Shui Qinghua fell into a nightmare.

The world was in chaos and she was running desperately. She didn't know what she was running for or where she was going.

She saw Wei'er's face from afar. That was the eight-year-old Wei'er, the same Wei'er she saw before she died in her previous life.

She had pigtails and wore a green skirt. Her eyes were dark and as calm as the deep sea.

"Wei'er, come back to your mother!" Shui Qinghua shouted.

Wei'er remained unmoved and kept walking forward, going further and further away.

Turning around, another Wei'er came from a distance, with the same pigtails and green dress, but her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

"Don't worry, she went to a better world," said the little girl.

“What is a better world?”

"A world where she can get better care. She can see a special doctor, go to a special school, learn to draw and do arithmetic. The younger she is, the better she will be able to take care of herself when she grows up."

But what kind of care can compare to that of one's own mother? Qinghua felt heartbroken.

"Will my Wei'er come back?"

"I don't know, everything is arranged by God."

"I may not be able to treat you as my own daughter."

"It's okay, you can treat me as your friend."

……

Shui Qinghua woke up from a coma and saw her fifth sister Yuhua dozing off at the head of the bed with tears on her face.

Hearing her movements, Shui Yuhua rushed over and cried, "Second sister, what's wrong with you? We are all scared."

"Where are the children?" Shui Qinghua asked weakly.

"Fei'er is sleeping with Rui'er, and Wei'er is with the wet nurse. Qinxin is making medicine for you. I'll go call my brother-in-law over."

"Fifth sister, don't go." Shui Qinghua shook her head. She still couldn't accept this reality, but since she could be resurrected from the dead, what was so strange about Wei'er's body being occupied by another soul?

This soul from another world took away the fatherly love that should have belonged to Wei'er, and perhaps it will take away more in the future. She is not happy, unwilling, and unwilling to accept it. What should she do? Where is the real Wei'er?

In just over a month, she experienced death, rebirth, denouncing her husband, confronting her in-laws, and her daughter's disappearance. Wave after wave of these things came at her, leaving her overwhelmed and unable to catch her breath.

Ji Zimo walked to the bedside. He looked very miserable. Only a few hours had passed. His hair was rough, his lips were chapped, and there was a stubble of beard on his chin.

"Qinghua, you've been unconscious all night." Ji Zimo said hoarsely. "The doctor said that you've lost too much energy and blood, and you didn't take good care of yourself, and you've been suffering from a heart attack. Qinghua, what happened? I know it's not because of the division of the case."

Shui Qinghua shook her head and said nothing.

Ji Zimo vaguely realized that his wife had a secret in her heart, a secret that no one could touch. This might be the reason for her drastic change in temperament in the past month.

Although they were husband and wife, they seldom opened up to each other. He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start.

"We are husband and wife. If you have any problems, don't handle them alone. You can tell me." This is all Ji Zimo could say.

Shui Qinghua closed her eyes and shook her head again. Other things might be shared by the couple, but she couldn't tell anyone about this matter. Ji Zimo hadn't experienced the previous life, he didn't know the original Wei'er, he wouldn't understand, let alone empathize.

"I want to go to Yuquan Temple tomorrow."

This was another accident. Qinghua never prayed to gods or Buddhas in the past. She didn't believe in these things.

Ji Zimo looked at Qinghua for a long time. "I'll go with you," he said.

The next morning, Shui Qinghua got up despite her sick body.

Ji Zimo had already prepared the carriage, which was covered with a thick mattress. Shui Qinghua was half lying on it, Yuhua was accompanying her, and Ji Zimo was sitting on the shaft outside.

Yuquan Temple is located on Yuquan Mountain outside Yuquan Town. It was built as early as the Jian'an period of the Eastern Han Dynasty and is a well-known treasure temple. The Ji family, with the old lady as the head, has no habit of praying to gods and Buddhas, so Qinghua came here for the first time.

The carriage was moving slowly, and it was almost noon when we arrived at the temple. The temple was backed by mountains and faced the water, with the yin behind and the yang in the center, forming a four-beast pattern that matched the celestial phenomena. The temple was filled with a gentle breeze, with towering ancient trees and red walls and golden tiles shining in the sun.

Shui Yuhua supported Shui Qinghua all the way into the main hall.

Shui Qinghua knelt heavily on the mat. She devoutly offered incense, kowtowed, and made wishes. She had never been so devout in her past and present lives. She did not believe in Buddhism, but now, with the heart of a mother, she begged the gods and Buddhas to bless her poor daughter. If there really is another world, please bless her to be loved by her father, loved by her mother, and loved by her family, to be taken care of meticulously, to be treated, taught, and comforted. If her daughter could really have a perfect life, she would not hesitate to exchange her reborn life for it.

Ji Zimo looked at the piety, solemnity, and even hidden grief on his wife's face, and the doubts in his heart grew.

After worshiping the Buddha, Shui Qinghua asked to light a perpetual lamp, but no one knew who this lamp was for.

When the young monk took Shui Qinghua to the main hall where the eternal lamps were enshrined, a thin old monk met the group head-on.

"Female donor, I notice that you don't look well. Is there anything wrong?" The old monk's eyes were as sharp as torches. After he swept his eyes over Ji Zimo, he immediately locked onto Shui Qinghua.

Shui Qinghua felt that she had nowhere to hide from the old monk's sharp gaze, so she turned away and didn't want to say anything more. As they passed by, the old monk recited a Buddhist verse and said loudly: "Since we are here, let us be at peace!"

After saying this, he floated away.

Shui Qinghua looked at the old monk's back, and felt that the words "Since we are here, we should make the best of it" hit her heart. Was it talking about herself or Wei'er?

"Female donor, you just saw our Abbot Hongjing. The abbot's maxims are only given to those who are destined to be blessed, and they are most effective!" said the little monk as he guided her into the hall and lit the eternal lamp.

After doing all this, Shui Qinghua finally felt that the sadness and despair that was tearing her heart apart had been reduced a little. She didn't know if these actions would be useful, but only by doing so could she convince herself that Wei'er was doing well and continue to live.