In the distant mountains, I heard the chickens and dogs, as if the mud was fishy after the first rain, and the earth was also recovering. In the fields, there were the shouts of rough men, the playful sounds of children, the barking of big yellow dogs in some places, and the cooing sounds of hens laying eggs.

Shen Qingci suddenly woke up and hit his head hard on the ground.

She instinctively touched her head, but was stunned, and then looked at her hand, her hand in surprise...

Small and soft.

This is……

She widened her eyes, looked around hard, and then stood up and ran forward.

She was four years old, her four years old hands, and her mother who had lost her when she was four years old.

After pushing open the dilapidated door, her memory was a wooden door that could not be broken and could leak air. That year, she sat in front of the door. She was so hungry that she was so hungry that she cried so hard that she cried heartbrokenly. If she had cried before, her mother would definitely come out, but that day she did not wake up to coax her, nor hug her.

When the door opened, there was a moldy smell inside, and the precipitation of the medicine stone. Her nose was naturally sensitive and could recognize hundreds of smells and identify thousands of fragrances. So sometimes she could tell a lot of them from the smell, and what she just smelled was the mother's smell.

This is how her mother tastes like in her memory. No matter what she turns into in the end, what she remembers in her heart for the rest of her life is the smell of her fragrance.

"A Ning...A Ning..."

On a ragged wooden bed, there was only a pile of black cotton wool. There was a haggard woman lying there. Her face was like gold paper, and there were cracked blood marks on the corners of her lips. She stretched out her thin hand to the door with difficulty.

"A Ning, come here, come here."

Shen Qingci stood there, his hands tightly clamping the door frame. There were not many people in this world who called her A Ning. Her name was Shen Qingci. A Ning was the nickname given to her by her mother. My mother hoped that when she grew up, she would paint the paint and bloom like pear blossoms.

But now her mother scared her, so she ran out in her previous life. She was afraid of her mother, and she didn't dare to see her. This was also the last thing she regretted in her life. She did not see her mother for the last time.

Since then, every time she dreamed of midnight, she always thought that if she could come forward, if she could hold her mother's hand, if she could still let her hug her, would she be able to leave with peace of mind, and she would not die with her eyes open, and she would also remember her mother's appearance and the smell on her body. She could recognize all kinds of flavors, but the only thing she lost her mother's taste.

Although she still knew what all this was, whether she was dreaming or a new cycle, she had already stepped forward with her feet and ran over.

"A Ning..." The thin woman is her mother, whose mother is named Lou Xuefei, who is the legitimate daughter of the Lou family and the only daughter of her grandfather... and she is also the only daughter of her mother, her name is Shen Qingci, nickname, A Ning.

"A Ning, come here..."

Lou Xuefei coughed again, and her throat felt a little sweet again. She swallowed the sweetness hard, but she didn't want to scare her four-year-old daughter. She knew that she was not too long, but how could she die? How could she dare to die? Her little A Ning was only four years old, and she still didn't know what she could be like, how could she be such a mother, leaving her little daughter alone in this world, lonely, and didn't know how she was killed in the end.

Shen Qingci ran over and held the woman's thin hand.

"A Ning, mother's little A Ning."

When Lou Xuefei saw her daughter's little but dusty appearance, she not only felt sad, but couldn't help but cough again, almost unable to stop.

Finally, she stopped coughing and saw her daughter still obediently in front of her.

"Mom, little A Ning, don't be afraid of Mom, Mom won't hurt you," she gently held her daughter's little hand, almost unable to hold it tightly.

Everyone in this world may hurt you, but Mom won’t. In this life, Mom loves you the most, and the one she most sorry for is you.

Shen Qingci's nose was sour. She pressed her little face against Lou Xuefei's thin hands. At that moment, she felt her mother's body temperature, remembered the fragrance of her mother's body, and also remembered her mother's face.

She raised her face and stretched out her little arm.

"Mom, hug."

Lou Xuefei's tears suddenly rolled down, which blurred her eyes. It took her little A Ning to get close to her so much. She knew that the child's sense of smell was extremely sensitive and could also recognize all kinds of smells. I am afraid that because she is sick now and has a bad smell, she stopped getting close to her very early.

Now her little A Ning actually asked her to hold her. She tried hard to sit up, but she couldn't even lift her strength.

Shen Qingci kicked off his little shoes and climbed onto the simple bed where Lou Xuefei was lying. Who would have thought that Lou Xuefei, the daughter of the Lou family who was rich at the time, was now lying here half-dead, and even her bright face became dying.

Lou Xuefei hugged her daughter's small body in discomfort. Poor, her little A Ning had become a little thin. She exchanged her bracelet for three meals a day for a family. I don't know if they sent it here, her little A Ning didn't eat or was hungry.

Shen Qingci pressed his little face to Lou Xuefei's face. His mother's face was warm and her body was fragrant. She pinched her little fingers, and her little hands also grabbed Lou Xuefei's clothes tightly.

This is her mother's smell, but she will not smell it soon. She knows that her mother is about to die, and even the doctor said that she is too tired to go back on the ground and she will soon lose her mother.

Lou Xuefei just swallowed even more. She gently stroked her daughter's soft but dusty hair. A Ning, not afraid, she hugged her daughter carefully. In her lifetime, she protected her daughter with everything she had. She did not regret it, but in the end she had to take a step first.

"A Ning, I'm not afraid, my mother will look at you in the sky."

Shen Qingci suddenly burst into tears, and even tears that had never shed in his previous life fell. She wanted her mother, but she didn't want her mother to die, and she didn't want her mother to die. If she had a mother, she wouldn't suffer so much, and she wouldn't be beaten to death in the end, because she didn't have the mother's protection, because she didn't have the mother's teachings, and no one taught her how to live and how to be a human being.

So she took the wrong path, she harmed too many people, and even she herself died of misfortune.

She wants a mother, she wants to have a mother.
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