Re-embroidering life

Ji Zixuan's throat seemed to be blocked. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

He was breathing heavily, and the look he gave Shui Qinghua was full of fear and even a hint of coldness.

Shui Qinghua saw that he had a bad look in his eyes, so she took a step back and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, so I asked my sister-in-law to stay away."

Ji Zixuan's expression obviously eased. He slowly sat back in his chair and asked, "What did Mr. Hai say to you?"

"He said that Zimo looked a lot like his wife. After he reminded me, I realized that they were indeed very similar."

Ji Zixuan's face was pale, and he whispered: "In such a vast sea of ​​people, it's not surprising to have similarities. Have you... seen Madam Hai?"

Shui Qinghua looked at Ji Zixuan with pity: "It turns out that you really don't know anything. Madam Hai, she really has never looked for you."

Ji Zixuan felt like he was pricked by a needle and almost jumped up: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why did she come to me? What is her relationship with me?"

Shui Qinghua's eyes were filled with disappointment: "Yes, she has long seen clearly that she has nothing to do with you! So even though she has been in Jiangxia for seven years, even though she lives just a stone's throw away from the Ji family's old house, she has never tried to contact you, let alone appear in front of you, because she knows that you are not worth it!"

Ji Zixuan stood up suddenly. He seemed to have suffered a greater blow than before. He was shaking more and more, and even his teeth began to chatter. "What did you say? She came to Jiangxia? Where is she now?"

"She died a long time ago, ten years ago." Shui Qinghua said coldly, "She broke with her family, divorced her husband, left alone, and died in a foreign land! In the last seven years of her life, she worked as an embroiderer in a small embroidery workshop in Yuquan Town, and her income was barely enough to make ends meet. She lived in a small house outside the side door of the Ji family's old house. The house was low and damp, cold in winter and hot in summer. She was tortured from a beautiful woman to an old woman. She paid so much just to occasionally see her son through the small window!"

"Bang!" There was another loud noise. This time, it was not the teacup that fell to the ground, but the door that was kicked open. Ji Zimo stood outside the door, his face as dead as a dead man. Behind him, Tan Meixue covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open with fear as if she had seen a ghost.

In the room, Ji Zixuan was almost dead. His mind wandered, his eyes were unfocused, he staggered and fell to the ground, muttering, "Dead? You're talking nonsense. Ah Xue is in Jiangnan, in the Hai family, she is a lady of a rich family with luxurious clothes and food, she can't be dead, it's impossible..."

Shui Qinghua didn't care about Ji Zixuan, she hurried forward to support Ji Zimo. Ji Zimo's condition was no better than Ji Zixuan's. He looked at Shui Qinghua and whispered: "Qinghua, it turns out that everyone knows that I am her son, only I don't know."

Shui Qinghua's eyes filled with tears: "When I found out, she had already passed away for ten years. Telling you the truth will not change anything, it will only make everyone suffer."

Ji Zimo shook his head violently: "What about her pain? Does anyone remember her pain? She died just like that, and no one even knows her name!"

Shui Qinghua said sternly: "Why didn't she recognize you and leave her name? Because she loves you and wants to protect your reputation! As her disciple, I can't let her hard work go to waste, and as your wife, I don't want you to be hurt by rumors!"

Ji Zimo couldn't hear a word, the sudden huge pain almost crushed him. He had guessed that his elder brother and Shen Xiu Niang had a relationship, but he never thought that he would be Shen Xiu Niang's child, which meant that Ji Zixuan was not his elder brother, but...

The person whom he had regarded as a mountain god for decades suddenly collapsed in his heart.

"Qinghua is right, this matter cannot be spread out! Otherwise, it will be a disaster for Zimo and the Ji family! Zimo's record of participating in the imperial examinations and serving as an official in the court is clean and spotless, without a single stain. Once someone gets a hold of him, there will be many people in the court who will stir up trouble! Your Shangguan Yingzhou is a lesson for us!" Ji Zixuan's voice was calm, firm, and loud.

Shui Qinghua looked in the direction of the voice in surprise. Ji Zixuan was sitting calmly at the head of the table, looking like the dignified and elegant prefect again. It was as if the collapse of the sky and the momentary loss of composure she had just experienced were all caused by Shui Qinghua's memory going wrong.

He stood up, walked to Ji Zimo, and held his shoulders: "Zimo, I am your big brother, and I will always be! You don't have to worry about these old things, just live your own life! Big brother has worked hard to raise you for so many years, and I will never allow anyone or anything to destroy you!"

"Ah, Ji Zixuan, I'm going to fight you today!" Tan Meixue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly howled, rushed over to punch and kick Ji Zixuan, scratched him with her nails, bit him with her teeth, and pulled his hair with her hands. Ji Zixuan just dodged, but he still got a few bloody marks on his face, and his hair was also held in Tan Meixue's hand. The two pulled a few times, and a strand of hair was pulled off, and blood immediately appeared.

The dignified and elegant adult disappeared again, leaving only a disheveled middle-aged man.

"Ji Zixuan, now I understand why you treated your third brother much better than Ji Jie and the others for so many years! If there was anything delicious or useful, you always gave it to Ji Zimo first! I thought you were a loving and respectful brother, and I endured it no matter how unhappy I was, but it turns out that you were raising your own illegitimate child right under my nose! Are you planning to pass the Ji family to him in the future, right! Then what about my Ji Jie, oh God, I can't live anymore!" Tan Meixue sat down on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying.

Ji Zixuan's face turned red as liver, and he said angrily: "Don't be unreasonable! I have been tolerant enough towards you over the years. No matter what trouble you get into, I will cover it for you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Ji Zixuan, you have no conscience! You only treat me as a tool for you to have children and take care of household affairs. You don't have any true love for me! I have been so sincere to you, but you only have Ji Zimo in your heart. Aren't the three sons I gave birth to for you your sons?" Tan Meixue became more and more angry as she thought about it. She wished she could vent all the grievances she had suffered for more than ten years since she got married. She got up and pounced on Ji Zixuan again, and the two of them wrestled with each other.

The weather in midsummer is changeable. It was a clear sky outside, but suddenly there was a loud thunder, and the sky instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and it started to rain heavily.

The sounds of thunder, rain and fighting intertwined into a chaotic mess.

"Hahaha!" Ji Zimo's eyes were stiff, and he laughed like a wandering soul. He opened the door and plunged into the rain.

"Zimo!" Shui Qinghua shouted his name heartbreakingly and chased after him.

"Clatter--" a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Ji Zimo's eyes, a pair of eyes that were red as if dripping blood.

"Qinghua, I still remember the day I went to collect her body. She was curled up on the bed, a small ball. When I picked her up, I was still trying to suppress my fear. She was so thin, lighter than a piece of paper in my arms. I didn't know that she was my biological mother!"

Ji Zimo was soaked all over, with his hair all stuck to his face, but his tears were heavier than the heavy rain; his sadness was heavier than the dark world, so heavy that it made people feel breathless.