The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 331 What should I do? I forgot what my mother looked like
The drums roared and the sounds of killing shook the sky.

The plain-clothed woman's calm words spread throughout the room.

Those soldiers, those old men and young men, those strong women carrying rolling pins, chopping boards and laundry pestles, all looked up at her with shining eyes.

The box was opened in front of them, and the gold and silver were shining brightly, reflecting the sunlight, but not many people looked at it. All eyes were fixed on the gentle but determined woman in plain clothes.

She was the wife of their commander-in-chief, the mother of their commander-in-chief's eldest son, and the woman with the highest status in the entire city.

However, she was also the sister-in-law of generals and captains, and the aunt and sister-in-law of the soldiers.

She once went into the military camp to comfort the wounded soldiers and bandage them with her own hands. She also brought the wives of generals and lieutenants in the city to make military uniforms, military shoes, and bandages for the soldiers...

She could have retreated quickly under the protection of elite soldiers and joined the commander-in-chief, but she chose to stand with everyone and defend the city!

"Madam, let's go to the city wall immediately!"

A few soldiers who were taking a break turned around and walked away. The old men and young men who had not gone up to the city followed them forward:

"Ma'am, let's go too!"

"We'll go too! Even if we can't kill people in battle, we can at least help carry the wounded and bandage them to stop the bleeding!"

"Let's go cook!"

The soldiers fighting hard on the city wall were surprised to find that they had a group of reinforcements...

They finally won this hard-fought battle and waited for the coach to come back for help. Facing her husband's thanks, the plain-clothed woman just smiled lightly:
"I am your wife. We should share honor and disgrace, life and death together. Isn't that what I should do?"

From that day on, Shen Le discovered that his perspective seemed to have changed.

To be precise, his perspective seemed to be attached to the young child.

The child, next to the plain-dressed woman, was close to her, looked up at her, held onto her skirt, and listened to her teach him to read and write;

Rejoice in every smile of hers, and leap for joy at every compliment she gives;
On the contrary, although he was respectful, filial, and attached to his biological mother, he did not have that kind of admiration and respect for her...

"Is it true that there are women who take care of illegitimate children as if they were their own? Is it true that there are children who are closer to and admire their stepmother more than their biological mother?"

Shen Le was a little confused, but after reading it over and over again, he had to admit that it was indeed true. The child grew up day by day, learning literature and martial arts, and was called "smart and sharp";
The way he addressed his father changed from "Father Marshal" to "Father King" and finally to "Father Emperor".

The little boy grew up day by day. He was granted a title at the age of thirteen and set out on the journey to the frontier at the age of twenty to rule a region and defend the country against enemies on the grassland.

When leaving, I am reluctant to leave and I am worried about everything:
"Mother, you must take good care of yourself... When I get to Jin, I will hunt for the best furs and make you a headband, a scarf, and a cloak!"

"Do a good job when you get there." The no longer young woman in plain clothes sat in the hall. She leaned forward with concern and wanted to touch the child's shoulder.

The young man quickly took two steps on his knees and handed his shoulder to his mother.

The plain-dressed woman's clothes were more luxurious than those she wore in the city before, but they were still rough, thick, plain-colored clothes that were half-worn from washing and even had holes in some places.

She gently stroked her son's shoulder and said softly:

"You are your father's child, a prince of the Ming Dynasty. In terms of loyalty, you should guard the border for the country, and in terms of filial piety, you should share your father's worries. If you can do this, your mother will be very happy. - Fur and other things are not important. Don't put your mind on them..."

She kept on telling him, and the young man was a little disappointed, but he nodded obediently. Shen Le sighed beside her:
Alas, a mother worries about her son even when he is far away, let alone a child who has just turned twenty years old and has not yet graduated from a modern university. Now he has to go out to manage a region and face the enemies who are constantly plundering on the grassland.

As a mother, no matter how worried she is, she can only bury her worries in her heart and send her child off with a smile...

The young man looked back every step he took, and finally left Jiangnan and went to Jin. After that, he wrote letters to greet the country from time to time, and brought back the best furs every year.

However, he never returned to Beijing, nor was he able to see his loving mother again.

Four years later, the loving woman died of illness in the capital. The whole country was in mourning. The 24-year-old young man Nanwang cried and wrote a memorial to the emperor, requesting to build a temple to pray for his mother's afterlife.

He even ignored everything and shouted at the craftsman with his sword on his waist:

"Make the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva look like my mother! When I went to the temple to burn incense, I looked up and saw my mother! I almost skinned you!!!"

"Yes, my Lord! Yes, my Lord!" The old craftsman kowtowed repeatedly. After he made his promise, he trembled and looked up at the young prince above him:

"Please grant me the holy image of the Queen, so that I can sculpt it... The Queen's grace has benefited all people. If the image I sculpted is even slightly off, I will never forgive myself..."

"No problem! I'll draw it for you right away!" The young man was full of confidence. He had studied literature and martial arts since he was a child, and he followed the best teachers, and he was quite proud of his painting skills.

How could it be difficult for him to paint a portrait of his mother?

The young man stood in front of a blank scroll, grinding ink and spreading various pigments. He raised the brush in his hand and put it down, put it down and raised it again. After a long time, he threw the brush away and covered his face and cried:

"What should I do... I forgot what my mother looks like... I actually forgot..."

I thought I remembered it all the time, I thought I would never forget it, I thought it would be vivid in my mind as soon as I closed my eyes.

I could clearly see it in my dream, but when I picked up the pen, my face was round or oval, my eyes were almond-shaped or phoenix-shaped...

Every feature seemed blurred, and every detail was impossible to write with confidence...

Shen Le sighed and closed his eyes. He lost his parents when he was very young and was raised by his grandfather. His impression of his parents was limited to photos.
However, his grandfather had passed away for so many years, and when he closed his eyes, he found that he had no way to accurately describe his grandfather's face...

The young man cried at his desk for a long time, wiped his tears, and began to write a memorial to the court and his father.

Word by word, tears and ink fall:

He asked his father to give him a holy image of his mother, so that he could look at it and think of her, and he could give it to the craftsmen to make a Buddha statue in her image, so that her kindness could be spread throughout the world...

After eight years, the temple was finally built. A huge, nearly ten-foot-tall Thousand-armed Guanyin stands in the Great Compassion Hall, overlooking the world.

The Buddhist temple in the young man's palace also has a half-human-tall, graceful and beautiful Buddha statue:

"Mother... I didn't treat you well in the past. From now on, I will come to see you and burn incense for you every day..."

(End of this chapter)