Happy Spring Every Year

The carriage slowly drove to the end of the street, then turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

Jiang Xun turned sideways and looked quietly, until the evening breeze blew, and the wet robe draped over his forearm felt cool, and he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Just now, after Miss Shen got into the carriage, she took off her outer robe and returned it to him.

She said, "If I go back like this, my parents will definitely question me. If they see me, they'll misunderstand me. I'm afraid it will ruin your reputation and cause you unnecessary trouble."

She drew the line so clearly...

It's a good thing.

"You've already gone so far, but you still can't bear to leave?"

Jiang Xun was thinking this when he suddenly heard the teasing voice of Mr. Lin from behind him.

He turned around, his face calm. Seeing Lin Lao's teasing look, he called out calmly, "Teacher."

Seeing Jiang Xun's dead look, Lin Lao waved his hands hurriedly, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, I won't say anything, okay?"

"How is the palace?"

When he asked this question, Mr. Lin's expression suddenly became serious.

Jiang Xun shook his head slightly without saying a word.

When Mr. Lin saw this, he understood everything. He sighed softly and patted Jiang Xun's shoulder again.

"Alright, you can go into the mansion now. I have to go back soon. My old bones almost fell apart tonight."

"Disciple will take you there."

Jiang Xun raised his hand to support Mr. Lin's arm.

Lin Lao shook his hands in disdain and said, "Go away, I am not old enough to need someone to serve me. Zhou Zhi, come here and help me."

Jiang Xun: “…”

Lin Zhouzhi: “…”

Jiang Xun still sent Elder Lin to the carriage. As he was bowing to say goodbye, he saw Elder Lin lift the curtain and said to him sternly:

"Xiu Zhi, as the ancients said, a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. Miss Shen saved your mother today, and your kindness is as heavy as a mountain."

Jiang Xun nodded upon hearing this and said solemnly, "I'll keep this in mind."

At this time, the carriage had already started moving. Seeing that Jiang Xun did not understand his hidden meaning, Lin Lao immediately stuck his head out and said anxiously:

"You blockhead, you blockhead! What's the point of just remembering it? You can't repay me with anything, so you should repay me with your body!"

"Xiuzhi, do you remember what I said?"

"Xiuzhi, you have to do your best!"

Lin Zhouzhi in the carriage: "......"

"Uncle, if you haven't finished explaining, shall we stop the carriage and let you speak slowly?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Lin pulled back and shook his head repeatedly, "No, wouldn't this give that kid an opportunity to refute me?"

"I was holding it in for a long time, and I had to wait until I got on the carriage before I dared to speak."

Lin Zhouzhi: “…”

"Xiu Zhi, I will take it as your response!"

Mr. Lin estimated that they had walked quite far, so he stuck his head out and added one last sentence.

Jiang Xun, who was still standing there: "......"

This old man is too wishful thinking.

Putting aside his current situation, getting married would only be a burden to others. Besides, Miss Shen... might not look down on him.

"I am very satisfied with Mr. Jiang—"

Thinking of this, Jiang Xun suddenly thought of this sentence.

He was delayed for some time because of picking up the veil, and when he chased out, he just heard Miss Shen say that she went to the flower viewing banquet to see him.

A lot of things happened that day...

At this point, Jiang Xun refused to allow himself to think too much.

Seeing that Mr. Lin's carriage also disappeared into the night, he turned around and walked quickly inside.

At this moment, Fugui came out in a hurry. Seeing Jiang Xun, he cried and said, "Master, go see the lady!"

Jiang Xun's heart tightened when he heard this, and he walked quickly towards the east courtyard.

As soon as he entered the main house, he heard Anyang Bo crying and calling for his wife. Jiang Xun's face changed, thinking that Anyang Bo's wife...

When he turned into the inner room, he saw that the wife of the Earl of Anyang was fine, sitting on the couch with a confused look on her face, while the Earl of Anyang was hugging her and crying.

Jiang Xun suddenly stopped and turned away, and at this moment his tightly clenched heart slowly relaxed.

"Father, mother."

Jiang Xun lowered his eyes and saluted.

When Anyang Bo heard the voice, he stood up quickly, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and then pulled Jiang Xun to the bedside, crying to Anyang Bo's wife:

"Madam, this is Xun'er, our Xun'er."

Upon hearing this, Lady Anyang looked up at Jiang Xun, her eyes full of surprise and a hint of doubt. After hesitating for a while, she reached out her hand to Jiang Xun.

"Xun...Xun'er?"

Jiang Xun frowned upon seeing this, and turned to look at Earl Anyang.

Anyang Bo hurriedly pushed Jiang Xun forward and whispered, "Xun'er, your mother is like this as soon as she woke up. She has forgotten a lot of things."

"I've asked, and your mother only remembers that you just turned nine. She's forgotten everything after that."

"Xun'er, this...maybe is a good thing."

Jiang Xun couldn't help but show shock when he heard this, and at this moment, a hand had been carefully placed on his head, with a hint of warmth.

Jiang Xun slowly turned around and saw Lady Anyang leaning forward slightly to look at him. Her eyes were so serious and focused, scanning his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch. After a long time, she called out in a trembling voice:

"Xun'er?"

"Are you Xun'er? Are you my mother's Xun'er?"

Jiang Xun's throat tightened instantly, and his heart felt like it was boiling with anger. At this moment, Anyang Bo gently tugged at Jiang Xun's sleeve.

His tears were welling up in his eyes, and he looked at Jiang Xun with an almost pleading look, as if to say:

Xun'er, please, just admit it.

Jiang Xun opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Lady Anyang rushed forward and hugged Jiang Xun.

She buried her head in Jiang Xun's shoulder, sobbing and crying, mumbling:

"My son Xun'er has grown up so much, but why, why can't I remember him?"

"Xun'er, mother misses you very much..."

Jiang Xun could feel that Lady Anyang's tears had wet his robe. At that moment, his heart was trembling and his eyes were sore.

This was the first time in ten years that his mother treated him so gently.

What fell on him was not a slap or a whip, but a gentle caress.

"Xun'er, why don't you call me mother? Xun'er, can you please call me mother?"

Lady Anyang slowly loosened her arms, tears already streaming down her face. She now looked at Jiang Xun expectantly, her eyes so gentle and full of love.

"Xun'er."

Anyang Bo hurried forward, his pleading tone becoming more intense.

Jiang Xun moved his lips, and the word lingered on the tip of his tongue, weighing more than a thousand pounds.

He lowered his eyes for a moment, ultimately unwilling to disappoint the parents in front of him.

"mother."

He called out softly, as calm as ever, but with a hint of trembling.

"Eh!"

The wife of the Marquis of Anyang cried with joy, hugged Jiang Xun and cried and laughed, but soon she looked tired and could no longer hold on.

Anyang Bo and Jiang Xun advised her to go to sleep, but she pulled Jiang Xun to look at her again and again, as if she could never see enough.

After a long time, she felt sleepy and could no longer hold on, and slowly closed her eyes.

Anyang Bo stayed by the bed for a while, and when he saw that his wife was asleep, he left a maid to watch over her, and he took Jiang Xun beside him and went out quietly.

The room gradually became quiet.

The maid sat on a stool beside her, watching the Lady of Anyang without blinking.

But behind the bed curtain, the person who was originally sleeping soundly slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

Her eyes were clear, without any trace of the confusion from before.

She wanted to die, but was rescued.

When she was half conscious, she heard the master's cry, so heartbreaking.

I also heard...Mr. Lin's voice.

This wise and gentle elder is Jiang Xun's mentor.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Madam, if you died today, do you know what kind of abyss it would push Xiuzhi into?"

"A child of his good nature will take all the blame on himself."

"Madam, sometimes, it's rare to be confused."

"Xiuzhi is a good boy. You've already noticed his good qualities, haven't you?"

"Please take good care of him, Madam. I have suffered so much for this child Xiuzhi..."

When her thoughts reached this point, tears rolled down from the corners of Lady Anyang's eyes and silently seeped into the pillowcase.

It's rare to be confused.

This was the only way she could try to make up for the child she had tortured for ten years.

And her Xun'er...

After the rest of my life, I hope Xun'er will be willing to meet her, his negligent mother.

If she doesn't want to, she deserves all the punishments.

I just hope Xun'er will be born into a kind and gentle family, with a mother who loves and protects him, a mother who is a thousand times better than her.