Chapter 489 Happy Birthday
Chapter 489 Happy Birthday
--Reality
Cutscenes.
The slender white hand held the pen and wrote beautiful words on the letter paper:
"Ahe, my dear daughter, happy birthday."
"When you read this letter, Mom may not be able to attend Ahe's birthday parties in the future."
"Don't be sad. Although mom is not by Ahe's side, mom will always watch Ahe grow up."
"Mom didn't leave Ahe. Mom just went to a very, very far place, to the starry sky of Teyvat, and watched Ahe from the sky."
"In the starry sky of Teyvat, there are stars that belong to every Teyvatian. Mom is watching Ahe from Ahe's star."
"The brightest star in the night sky is my mother's eyes. I will always watch over Ah He..."
The hand that was writing the letter suddenly stopped.
The camera angle gradually zooms out.
Under the dim light, there was an oil lamp placed on the old desk. The bright flame reflected a gentle face.
The corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up into a smile, as if he was thinking of a very beautiful picture.
The shiny black hair was tied into a pigtail, hanging quietly on her shoulders, swaying slightly with every breath the woman took.
Suddenly, her face changed and the hand holding the pen trembled violently.
She covered her mouth with both hands, trying not to make any sound.
But in the end, she couldn't resist the pain from her body and burst into a violent cough.
A trace of crimson flowed from the corner of her mouth as her body rose and fell.
This seemed to indicate that she did not have much time.
The coughing also woke up the person sleeping behind her.
"Mom...are you sick?"
A childish voice sounded from the bed, clear and pleasant, like the most beautiful music in spring.
Little Shen He sat up from the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face still full of sleepiness. She rubbed her eyes, wanting to open them to look at her mother.
The woman was panicking inside, but she didn't show it on her face. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and smiled gently.
The mother walked towards Xiao Shenhe, asked her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and said in a nonchalant manner:
"Don't worry, Ah He, Mom is fine, she just caught a cold."
Xiao Shenhe lay on the bed and raised his head slightly.
Her soft black hair was tied into buns on both sides, swaying gently with her movements, as if an elf was dancing a happy dance.
She looked at the letter paper and pen on the wooden table and asked:
"Is Mom writing a letter? Who is it for?"
The mother looked at her daughter, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Yes, who should we write to?"
"Mom, please tell me, otherwise Ah He won't be able to sleep."
Little Shenhe acted coquettishly to his mother.
The mother smiled and responded, "Okay, then Mom will tell this secret to Ah He, and Ah He is not allowed to tell anyone else."
"Mom is writing to someone far away."
"She is very far away, so far that she can transcend time, so this is a very important letter."
"Across time..."
Xiao Shenhe's eyes sparkled, and then, as if a flash of inspiration had occurred to him, a hint of admiration flashed across his eyes as he said:
"Even time can be transcended. Is Mom writing a letter to an immortal in the mountains?"
The mother laughed and said:
"Mom wants to, too, but she doesn't know the immortal. However, the recipient is more important to her than the immortal~"
"More powerful than immortals? Who is it?"
Little Shenhe didn't understand the hidden meaning in his mother's words and thought that his mother was sending a letter to someone more powerful than an immortal.
The mother did not answer Xiao Shenhe's question, but said:
"Didn't Ah He promise Mom that if she answered this question, she would go to sleep obediently?"
"Now, little A-He is going to sleep~"
"Really? Well, mom, you should go to bed early too..."
Little Shenhe closed his eyes and fell asleep under the gaze of his mother.
The mother smiled tenderly, then returned to the wooden table and continued writing a letter to her six-year-old daughter.
As the sun and the moon alternate, time begins to accelerate.
The maple leaves outside the window gradually turned red, and were blown into the house through the window by the wind, and finally fell on the wooden table.
The envelopes that had not yet been sent continued to increase, and were neatly stacked into a small mountain on the wooden table.
But the mother was still not satisfied. After wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, she picked up a pen and wrote the fifty-sixth letter to her daughter.
But this behavior has angered a third person in the house.
The mountain of envelopes was pushed over, and the man slammed his hands on the table and roared:
"What you need now is rest, not writing these meaningless letters and doing such meaningless things!"
The man was furious and looked completely hysterical, but there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Looking at the man's appearance, the woman sighed softly. She was not angry. She just squatted down and silently picked up the envelope on the ground.
The man's body was shaking and his fists were clenched, but in the end he loosened them weakly and lowered his head dejectedly.
Seeing the man calm down, the woman said:
"These are not meaningless things, and these are not meaningless letters."
"I don't have much time left. This is the only way I can participate in A-He's future life. I don't want to..."
"Her impression of her mother is that she lies in bed all day, looking listless, so please let me continue writing... until I can't pick up the pen anymore, okay?"
The woman raised her head and saw that her once jet-black hair had turned dull and withered, with a few silver strands mixed in.
Her face was haggard, but only her eyes still radiated a gentle light, and silent faith supported her body.
The man held her hand and begged:
"I beg you, can you please go and rest for a while?"
"I have found a way to save you. It is in an ancient book. Can you give me some more time?"
"Even if not for me, you have to think about Ahe!"
"She is still young, she still needs you to continue to accompany her to grow up!"
The woman shook her head slightly and said:
"Don't do anything stupid. I know my illness best. The doctors in Bubulu say that I am incurable."
"It is because I know that I can't do anything about it that I would use this method to accompany our daughter~"
"Of course, it won't work if I'm the only one."
"So after I leave, you must take care of yourself and our daughter."
The man's body trembled, and finally he knelt down sobbing, sobbing silently in his wife's arms.
The woman comforted her husband, a gentle smile always on her lips.
The reddish leaves on the trees fell off, revealing gray branches, and then the branches began to sprout and grow new buds.
Today is March 10th, Xiao Shenhe’s birthday.
"I'm sorry, Ahe, mom didn't prepare a birthday present for you."
The mother was lying on the bed, apologizing to her daughter beside her.
"Ahe doesn't want any gifts, Ahe just wants mom to get better."
Little Shenhe's eyes were red and he threw himself on his mother.
"Okay, with Ah He's words, Mom will definitely get better soon." The mother said as she stroked her daughter's hair lovingly.
"Really?"
"Really, people who are called mom never lie."
"Ahe doesn't believe it, unless..."
"unless?"
"Unless mom and Ahe sign a contract! Once the contract is signed, anyone who breaks it will be punished by eating rocks!" Xiao Shenhe said with a straight face, "Anyone who breaks the contract will have to swallow a thousand rocks!"
"Even if they don't want to, the Rock King will force those who break the contract to swallow it! Mom doesn't want to be punished, so she has to get better as soon as possible!"
The gentle mother laughed and said:
"What a terrible punishment! Swallowing a thousand stones will surely lead to immediate death."
"Okay, Mom and Ahe will sign the contract."
"Mom promised A-He that she would get better as soon as possible. Mom is most afraid of death, so she will never break the promise she made to A-He."
Two fingers, one big and one small, were hooked tightly together.
The mother looked at Xiao Shenhe's scattered hair and said:
"Ahe, can I comb your hair instead of your birthday gift this year?"
"of course can!"
Little Shenhe walked up to his mother with a comb.
The mother picked up the comb and combed her daughter's hair, whispering:
"Happy birthday, my dearest daughter..."