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Chapter 344 It¡¯s mine!

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    "No! It's mine! It will always be!" The woman suddenly jumped up from the ground, her eyes widened with anger, and she yelled. Three thousand waterfall-like hair flew all over the sky, like a witch from another world!

    The old woman sighed, stretched out her rugged withered hands, and gently touched the woman's smooth and white face with distress.

    Those hands seemed to have a magical power. Under its gentleness, the flying Daisies fell meekly on the slender shoulders one by one, and the woman's eyes gradually returned to calm.

    The old woman's cloudy eyes showed infinite care and maternal tenderness. She moved her withered lips and said sadly: "Qian'er, you are in too deep and too painful. Grandma knows your pain and knows that you are in pain."  It makes you feel sad, this bow is like a monster, it has made you indulge in it bit by bit since five years ago, it has taken away your soul"

    The woman smiled bitterly, her delicate face easily separated from the old woman's withered hands, walked to the ancient bow that was already hanging in the air, and gently stroked the arched back back and forth that was so elegant and perfect that she was infinitely obsessed with it, just like a young woman.  The mother comforted the newborn baby, so intoxicated, satisfied, and proud. After a long time, she said with no regrets: "I do!"

    "Three years ago, grandma told you that it does not belong to us, or even to this world. It is like a ritual vessel on the altar, proud, majestic, and unrivaled! But it is loyal, but persistent,  It has been waiting quietly for its owner, no matter how hard we try, it" the old woman sighed with a sad tone.

    The woman stroked the back of the bow, walked around the ancient bow and walked to the opposite side. She raised her beautiful face, smiled slightly, and interrupted the old woman: "Mommy, do you see how beautiful it is? Do you see how stunning it is? Do you see how beautiful it is?  The earth is unique? Isn't it? From the first time I saw it, I knew that it was mine and I was its, and we will never be separated in this life."

    As she spoke, she gently raised Gu Gong's hands to her chest, lowered her head, and touched Gu Gong's back lovingly with her soft face, feeling extremely intoxicated and happy.

    Seeing that she was so ordinary, the old woman felt helpless and sad, and said silently: "Maybe this is God's will, fate plays tricks on people."

    The woman raised her head, still with that faint smile, and said softly: "Mommy, didn't you say that if the master it is waiting for dies, it will not wait any longer?"

    The old woman trembled all over, and a cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to her mind. After a while, she shook her head and said, "But he has already appeared!"

    The woman stood there stunned, murmuring like a dream: "What if I die, right? I die"

    The old woman was suddenly startled. Regardless of her old age, she rushed to the woman, grabbed her shoulders, and said urgently: "Qian'er, Qian'er! Wake up! Wake up! You can't do this, it will kill you.  !¡±

    The woman smiled faintly and said sadly: "Mom, without it, do you think I can survive?"

    She lowered her head, caressed her body, and sighed: "My life has been linked to it"

    Hearing this, the old woman staggered backwards, trembling and ready to fall. She blamed herself and said repeatedly in pain: "It was my grandma who harmed you, it was my grandma who harmed you! If I hadn't supported you in buying it, your father would have  I will never let you spend so much money to buy a bow of unknown origin. It was me who harmed you, and it was grandma who harmed you!"

    "No" the woman smiled, her eyes full of magical light, and whispered: "You didn't, you let me get the most precious gift in my life, you made me experience the wonderfulness and joy of life.  And the end of life, you are one of the people I love most in this life!¡±

    The old woman¡¯s tears streaked across the dry skin, and fell into the slightly squirming cloth-like mouth, bitter and bitter.

    The woman gently lifted the ancient bow and walked past the old woman. Her flowing hair undulated slightly

    "Qian'er, wait!" The old woman turned around, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips trembling, and she said calmly: "Let grandma help you, grandma help you, maybe, maybe, it's your wish"

    The woman trembled slightly, stopped, turned her back to the old woman, but shook her head and said: "Mom, this is its owner, you will lose all your mana, and even you have helped me too much.  , Qian'er doesn't want to"

    The old woman smiled warmly, took a step forward, gently stroked the woman's long hair, and said lovingly: "Qian'er, do you know that when grandma was young, she also had very long hair. Your grandfather's mother -  - Mrs. Chu, every morning, she would comb them carefully for me in front of the window, combing them one by one, just like the water in the river, trickling and refreshing. At that time, your grandfather was standing outside the window,  Holding the book and looking at us quietly"

    Speaking of which, there was a trace of blush on the old woman's face. It was the happiest and weakest place in her life. It was a girl's dream, a girl's fairy tale. It was heartbreaking but precious and buried deep in her heart. She had never told anyone about it.  Pass.

    "Your grandfather was a scholar. He was so heroic, yet so worried. He was happiest until he followed Mr. Sun. I hid in a far place and watched him. I could see him  One glance and I was satisfied.

    I know that I am not as good as Miss Qiao. Miss Qiao is your grandmother. I envy her. She is a new-school female student studying abroad. She knows a lot of truths. It is a pleasure to listen to her talk. She treats me like a sister and teaches me  She taught me a lot of things. At that time, I felt that she and your grandfather were a perfect match. They were both such outstanding people

    ¡°Later, I promised Mrs. Chu that I would never marry and learn Chu skills from her, fulfilling her father¡¯s last wish.  At that time, your grandfather only had a son, your father, when he was in middle age. But as soon as he was born, the Japanese came Only I climbed out of the pile of dead people holding your under-month-old father.  You wandered all the way to Hong Kong City, and your poor father was injured again because of the full moon. Although Hong Kong City also had your family's property, the current situation at that time

    In order to let your grandfather die with a peaceful eye, I spent my whole life and finally figured out a way to let your father have a son in old age and give birth to an only daughter like you with your mother.  Qian'er, do you know that you are everything to grandma, you are grandma's bow!  ¡­¡±

    The woman gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around and nestled in the old woman's arms, calling: "Mommy"

    "Silly girl!" The old woman happily touched the woman's soft shoulders and said, "Give me the bow"

    The woman nodded, handed the ancient bow into the old woman's hand, and sat down on her knees.

    The old woman tremblingly took out many various magical instruments from the exquisite wooden box on the side, spread out a piece of special yellow talisman paper on the ground, carefully and cherished it, dipped it in unknown paint, and concentrated on her thoughts.  , as if using all the strength of the whole body to draw carefully.

    If Chu Yunsheng were here, he would be surprised to find that the graphics written by the old woman are crooked, full of loopholes, and full of mistakes. They are not even comparable to the most basic first-order elemental symbols. They are simply inferior products among inferior products.  It is a kind of imitation, a kind of copying, a kind of infiltration and innovation that embodies the wisdom and speculation of countless generations. In the end, it can produce something that is neither similar in spirit nor in form.

    That thing has a native name in this land, called "Tao Fu"!

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