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"When my daughter is older, she must marry. We can't keep her forever."

Xu Tian comforted Wan Qingqing.

"But I just can't bear it. The capital is so far away, how often can she come back..."

"I don't even know, I won't be able to see Yuqi in the future..."

Wan Qingqing was still crying.

...

After Yu Qi got married, Xu Tian and Wan Qingqing seemed to have resumed their lives 20 years ago.

It's just that Wan Qingqing is not as good as before. Apart from taking care of Xu Tian, ​​she often leaned on the edge of the bed, her expression dull and dull, immersed in her thoughts for her daughter.

Xu Tian is not good at enlightening and does not know how to make Wan Qingqing out of grief.

It wasn't until half a year later that Wan Qingqing's mood improved after receiving a letter from her daughter from Jingcheng.

"Xiuyuan, take a look, take a look, Yuqi has written!"

"She is pregnant and will give birth in half a year..."

"God bless, God bless, we must make Yuqi a smooth production."

Wan Qingqing held the envelope excitedly, looked at it countless times, and kept muttering beside Xu Tian.

Xu Tian listened to Wan Qingqing's nagging tirelessly, and said with comfort: "Ji people have their own natural appearances, and Yuqi has a good body and bones, and she will definitely be able to give birth smoothly."

Despite this, Wan Qingqing still feels uneasy, and most of the time, she has missed her daughter.

...

Time flies, and another half year has passed.

Xu Tian received a letter from her daughter from Jingcheng again...

There was a lot of eloquence in the letter, as if she was talking about her daughter's longing for her hometown.

"Father, mother, my daughter misses you so much..."

"He gave birth to a boy, Zhongqi named him Jiancheng, Ning Jiancheng..."

"Building can be lively, crying and crying all day long, Jiancheng said that this is a blessing, and it will definitely grow out in the future."

"Everything is fine here in the capital, and my husband's family is kind to me, but I just can't worry about you."

"Winter is coming soon, you must remember to wear more clothes to keep warm and cold, your daughter can't accompany you to celebrate the New Year this year..."

...

Xu Tian relaxed after reading it, but Wan Qingqing read the contents of the letter and shed tears again.

Xu Tian wiped away the tears from the corners of Wan Qingqing's eyes, "Stop crying, crying again will make your body cry..."

"I know, but just such a daughter, I really want to see what the built looks like..."

Wan Qingqing stopped tears and nestled in Xu Tian's arms.

This year (cgee), Xu Tian is fifty-four years old and Wan Qingqing is thirty-five.

...

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Yuqi went home intermittently to visit her relatives several times.

After marrying as a married woman, Yuqi's complexion is obviously more ruddy than before, and her figure is well maintained, without becoming bloated due to her pregnancy.

Ning Jiancheng returned to Xu's house with Yuqi. The fat boy was lively and healthy, with a fat little flesh, which made Wan Qing Qing eyebrows smile.

Xu Tian also relaxed, seeing that his daughter had a very good life in the capital, and his and Wan Qingqing's biggest wish was satisfied.

In these ten years, Xu Tian still spent most of his time painting.

The content of the painting is the same as before, but with the precipitation of time, Xu Tian's painting skills have become stronger and stronger, reaching the highest level.

In the picture scroll, the traffickers and pawns, every plant and tree, glowed with strong vitality, seeming to witness the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.

Once an old scholar passed by here and saw Xu Tian's picture scroll, he was immediately immersed in it, and stood in Xu's courtyard for three full days like an old monk entered the temple.

Over the past three days, I have been sober and awake. Not only is there no abnormality in the pedagogy, but he is full of energy, as if he has made a lot of supplements.

"Mr. Xu is shocked by Deva's painting skills. The old man is Mo Wenhan, the former cabinet university scholar. If Mr. does not dislike him, I would like to come to Mr.'s door and study hard."

The old man turned out to be a fellow of the former cabinet, a celebrity next to the emperor.

Xu Tian smiled faintly, and still politely refused.

Fame and fortune are like ups and downs to him...

The old man finally left in distress.

However, this matter spread in the rural neighborhoods and became a popular story.

...

Winter has passed and spring has come, unknowingly, another ten years have passed...

Since Chen Yuanfeng left, Xu Tian has lived in this humble Jiangnan town for forty years.

In the past 40 years, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the situation has changed...

He witnessed all the changes in the town with his own eyes. New people come, old people go, newly married, old wives are scattered, children are far away, women are married away...

The joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death, all the years, are vividly portrayed in the historical picture composed of these forty years.

Sixty-three-year-old Xu Tian is no different from middle-aged, with a few strands of paleness in his hair, but he is still energetic, healthy and long-lived.

On the contrary, it is Wan Qingqing, the years have passed, and she, in her forties, has already shown a declining state of old age...

This year, a sudden smallpox...unexpectedly.

The epidemic swept the entire south of the dynasty, and countless children, women and children died as a result. In time, many healthy and strong men also fell ill at home.

The town is no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, the cold wind has blown, the pedestrians passing by are almost invisible on the street, and the houses are closed, showing desolation and depression.

In this epidemic, Wan Qingqing was unfortunately infected with smallpox...

Illness comes like a mountain.

Doing housework all the year round made Wan Qingqing's body weaker and weaker, and his resistance was obviously not as good as before.

At first she could barely support her, but as her condition worsened, her life became more and more uncomfortable.

"Qingqing, hold on, as long as you pass it, everything will be fine!"

Xu Tian looked in his eyes, hurt in his heart.

He couldn't use the technique, so he went out to buy medicine himself.

The drugstores on the street closed their doors one after another, and the doctor stayed behind closed doors, Xu Tian went to the deep mountains outside the town to collect medicine, boiled the herbal medicine into a decoction, and fed it to Wan Qingqing.

But even so, there is still no way to recover, medicine is already behind in this era, and Wan Qingqing has reached a critically ill condition.

"Xiuyuan, I'm going to die, don't worry about me..."

"My smallpox is very serious. If you get too close...you will get infected."

"Go away... stay away from me..."

Xu Tian looked at Wan Qingqing's pale and aging face, more and more red chickenpox on his facial features, and a tingling pain in his heart.

"Qingqing, keep going..."

"Don't you like Jianshe very much? After you recover from your illness, I will take you to the capital to visit Jianshe..."

"And our daughter, Yuqi, she must be very worried about you now..."

"Hold on, daughter, grandson, are waiting for you!"

No matter how much Xu Tian encourages, Wan Qingqing's vitality is getting weaker day by day, and his skin quickly dries down, as if he has come to the end of life.

On this day, Xu Tian went into the house to feed Wan Qingqing as usual. Under the white bed tent, Wan Qingqing suddenly struggled to get up from the bed. With strength from nowhere, he grabbed the pillow behind him and hit Xu Tian.

boom!

The medicine bowl fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"go out!"

"Chen Xiuyuan, you go out for me!"

"I'm going to die, I will really die, I don't want to spread the disease to you..."

"Please, please go out, OK, I don't want to hurt you!".

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