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Chapter 240 Unfilial Piety (Second Update, 62000 words, requesting monthly votes)
"Oh dear, I heard that the eldest son of the Jiang family suddenly ran back and then committed suicide!"

"Damn, these young people, young people these days are too fragile."

"Yes, unlike our older generation. Our older generation was so resilient, they could endure any hardship. Nowadays, young people commit suicide at the drop of a hat..."

Jiang Si squatted down to the side and glanced at the two old men chatting.

"Where is the resilience? Kuku is the resilient older generation who drank paraquat to the point of stopping production."

Jiang Si sighed beside her, "What a waste of such a good herbicide."

The two elderly people who were playing chess looked at Jiang Si but did not recognize him—after all, Jiang Si had an accident at that time and had been staying in the hospital, and was later taken away by Lu Ya.

The neighbors who weren't particularly close to him didn't all know him.

"You silly child."

"How can you talk like that... Do you think we old folks aren't as hardworking as young people?"

Jiang Si stood up and patted her legs. "Paraquat is really bitter. You must have a good palate."

The two elderly people immediately moved the chess table away with grim expressions.

Jiang Si didn't chase after them, but just watched the vehicles coming and going on the road.

Holding in their hands the seed of their own miracle.

After taking out his heart, he retrieved the miracle seed, but was unable to transform.

The purple miracle seed has dimmed.

He touched his chest; his heart was still beating, as if the heart-to-heart talk with his father in the funeral hall had been nothing but an illusion.

He didn't stay there for long.

He had no interest in wasting time with the police or discussing the inheritance with his brother again.

It shouldn't be too early to be targeted, since there's no Colonel Chu here to launch a sneak attack. Reporting it to higher authorities would probably take quite a while.

There was still plenty of time, so Jiang Si wasn't in a hurry.

After leaving the park, he took a detour to the school.

The school has added several new buildings, and the railings, gates, and even the playground have been renovated.

When they arrived, the school security guards instinctively came over to shoo them away, but then looked puzzled when they saw Jiang Si.

"Jiang Si?"

He looked up at the rather old security guard, thought for a moment, but couldn't remember who he was.

"Oh my, it really is Jiang Si! You haven't changed at all."

They were rambling on and on, as if they wanted to talk about something.

But when the school bell rang, the security guard just waved his hand and said, "Be careful, don't get hit by a car again."

He didn't intend to stay at the school for long. After leaving the school, he went to the place where he had the car accident.

The alley is gone; it has been completely renovated into a main road.

The houses on both sides were demolished, and it's unclear how much compensation those people will receive.

Jiang Si didn't linger for long. He followed his brother's instructions and walked through the streets, roads, and market.

Some things haven't changed, but overall, quite a few things have changed.

The place where I was born and raised eventually becomes a strange city.

We're a bit early.

he thinks.

It was more rushed than I had anticipated.

So much so that I felt somewhat tired in the face of this unfamiliarity.

The road was not easy to find, and the place where I used to live was remote.

Fortunately, he soon saw the familiar alleyway.

Although he walked through the snow back then, he can still recognize it now that the snow is gone.

Sometimes, in an unfamiliar city, you find a corner that is still in your memory.

It's inevitable that there will be a sense of familiarity.

He walked forward, and finally there were people in the houses on both sides.

Snoring, conversations, the clatter of bowls and chopsticks, the crackling of the stove, and the noise of boiling water.

The air is filled with the smell of cooking oil that can be smelled every evening when school lets out.

Although the overall layout remains unchanged, many rooms have been renovated. When he was a child, these were dilapidated houses, or even mud houses, but now many of them are covered with brand-new tiles.

Some were even converted into two-story buildings.

The kittens and puppies strolled leisurely along the road. When Jiang Si walked by, they stood up alertly, some meowing and others running away.

He only glanced at the spot where he had thrown away the dead cat.

There are no more garbage dumps. Some flowers and plants have been planted there, and you can see butterflies and bees fluttering around. The morning glories are blooming quite profusely.

In the shop next door, the owner sat at the doorway, shelling edamame, occasionally yelling at the child playing on his phone inside, and grumbling as he told the child to come out and help.

The children reluctantly came out with their phones in hand, and the sound of gunfire from the game echoed through the alleyways.

An older woman on the second floor opened her window and splashed a basin of dirty water onto the road. An older man next door shouted a couple of times, and the two sides started arguing.

The little girl, who was squatting by the roadside playing with cats and dogs, looked up curiously at Jiang Si as she passed by.

He rarely paid attention to the magical girl world because he could simply fly to wherever he wanted to go.

He wasn't interested in these mundane daily matters.

However, here, where you can only walk, you can only watch these trivial daily routines and feel bored.

When we reached the end of the road, we finally saw a familiar house at a corner.

That was the room my father used as a room for alchemy.

It was also the place where the family of three lived for a long time.

My father almost died from taking the elixir, but my mother eventually softened and came back to take care of him.

Finally, the father reformed himself and cleared out all the elixirs, alchemy furnaces, and books in the house.

It was originally intended to be sold, but for some reason it ended up in the funeral hall.

But since then, Jiang Changshou has never touched alchemy again, nor has he ever mentioned cultivating immortality or seeking the Dao.

The family of three gradually got back on track.

This once dilapidated alchemy room has now been renovated and is no longer so shabby and unsightly. Of course, it is still inferior to the other houses in this alley.

When I opened the door, an unpleasant smell wafted from inside.

The house looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time; there were cobwebs, dust, and plates of food with solidified grease on the table.

Then came a heavy, weary cough.

"Who?"

He stepped into the house and closed the door.

“It’s me, Mom.”

The coughing subsided, and after a while, the old man on the bed struggled to turn his head and glance at the scene.

His eyes were somewhat cloudy; I wondered if he could still see.

But there's no need to see it.

Upon hearing the voice, the elderly woman said tremulously, "Is it Jiang Si?"

"Ah."

He tidied up the table, then pulled out a stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm back to see you, Mom."

The old man tried to sit up, but Jiang Si pressed him down.

Lying on her side, she turned her head and reached out her somewhat withered and aged hand to touch him: "It really is Jiang Si, Jiang Si... Son, what's wrong? Haven't you grown taller? Haven't you been eating properly?"

Jiang Si lowered her head, took her hand, and let her touch her face. "I just haven't grown up yet."

"Not grown up yet, that's good, not grown up yet, that's good."

She murmured, touching her son's face, and then tears streamed down her face, "Mom misses you so much, son."

"Ah."

"Why don't you come back to see your mother?"

"In the future."

"From now on, Mom won't be able to see anymore..."

"Yes, we will," Jiang Si said simply. "We will see."

"well……"

The confused old man couldn't understand what he was saying, and just mumbled in agreement.

He started mumbling something Jiang Si couldn't quite understand, his voice growing softer and softer.

Until it turned into snoring.

The old man's physical strength was not good; he seemed tired just from talking.

When his mother drifted off to sleep, he got up and went outside to find a basin and boiled water.

Then we cleaned the old man's body of the filth and changed the sheets.

The elderly person with limited mobility was unable to get out of bed and could not control their excretion.

He remembered his childhood, after his grandfather passed away, his grandmother lived in his house.

Grandma was getting old then, and sometimes she would wet the bed at night if she wasn't careful.

Then, when I got up during the day, I didn't dare to get up. I just covered myself with the blanket, as if I wanted to dry my urine.

At that time, he saw his grandmother clutching the bedding tightly, looking bewildered and timid, and he felt completely lost.

Her mother just smiled and changed her clothes, bedding, and sheets, saying it was okay, and that's how we all grew up.
And so it goes, over and over.

After changing the sheets and blankets, my mother, who had been cleaned and washed, changed into a new set of clothes.

He laid his mother on the bed, covered her with blankets, and quietly looked at her aged, wrinkled face.

Not long ago, I saw my mother as a young woman in my memories, but now she is old and frail.

While his mother was sleeping, he searched the kitchen again and found some rice left. There was no refrigerator in the house, and the vegetables had all gone bad.

So I went out to the store and ordered some vegetables and snacks.

There was a considerable amount of money given as a gift at the funeral, and he took some with him when he left, since he would eventually need the money.

After preparing the hot porridge, along with some snacks and pickled vegetables, I brought it over. My mother was already awake.

"Son, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

Jiang Si sat down next to her again, picked up the porridge, blew on it, and said, "Eat something."

"Mom isn't hungry."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry."

"Oh." The old man, like a child, obediently opened his mouth and ate the hot porridge his son fed him. "You, clean the bed, okay? Don't do these things..."

"smoothly."

"The bed is too dirty."

"good."

As she ate, the mother started crying again, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Are you getting senile?" Jiang Si frowned. "Eat properly and sleep well."

"Mom thought you might not be able to get up, so she had another child, and that's how your brother came to be..."

"What's the problem?"

"Later, while you were in the hospital, Lu Ya took care of you the whole time, so Mom rarely visited you anymore. She was focused on taking care of your younger brother. Eventually, all her attention was on your brother, and she didn't even know you and Lu Ya had left the hospital..."

Jiang Si didn't know what she was apologizing for, and was just speechless. "Let's eat."

The mother lowered her head and choked out, "I'll take good care of you, so don't worry about me anymore."

He said while feeding the child, "Stop talking nonsense."

He has plenty of time; a little more won't make a difference.

Taking care of his mother was just something he did naturally.

I cleaned the house, took out the trash, helped my mother wash up, and listened to her rambling about my younger brother.

Jiang Si wasn't really interested, but she figured she could let the old lady talk.

The next day, Jiang Si bought a commode for the elderly, which made it much more convenient to use the toilet next to the bed.

At one point, he ran out of money, so he went to his younger brother and got some more.

This unfamiliar younger brother yelled at him, complaining that his parents, who were still alive, didn't come to take care of him, but now that they were dead, they came to steal his inheritance. Not only did they not help with his father's funeral, they also disrupted it.

They're utterly beasts.

Jiang Si ignored him, after all, blood ties are a thing.

A relationship that has never been built through shared experiences is nothing but meaningless waste.

He was just taking his own money.

This younger brother was getting in the way, so I just slapped him. It wasn't a big deal.

I bought some food, some clothes that my mother used to like, and a coat for myself too—my mom used to be a pain when I was little, she liked to make Jiang Si wear new clothes for her to see, she probably enjoyed this kind of silly thing.

Sure enough, when we got back, my mom changed her coat, and her cloudy eyes lit up.

She even sat up energetically, touched his face, and said, "My son is so handsome."

Every time she changes clothes, she only says this one sentence over and over again.

I can only say that my mom isn't very educated; she doesn't read many books, not just online novels.

Days passed by like this, and it seemed like my mother had endless things to say.

She told him about a dream she had of Jiang Si, in which Jiang Si committed suicide, and how waking up gave her a fright. She also told him that she had promised Lu Ya that she would let Jiang Si marry Lu Ya and make Lu Ya a daughter-in-law of the Jiang family.

Then he talked about his father's regrets before he died, regretting that he had ruined his body by practicing alchemy.

After the younger brother started his own family, he changed completely. Neither his father nor his mother wanted to take care of him anymore.

Although the younger brother doesn't say anything, his wife and her family all have a lot of complaints about their parents here.

The old man sighed, saying that he hadn't given enough dowry back then, and he couldn't hold his head up high. Even though they lived together, he was still subjected to all sorts of disdain.

After her father died, her mother lived in the other house in great pain and loneliness, and she missed the house she used to live in.

Perhaps she wasn't actually missing her old house; she just simply missed home.

But after her father died, her mother had no home anymore.

So she returned here and lived alone, never bothering her younger brother again, and her brother never came to see her again.

The elderly don't want to trouble the children, and the children do indeed feel that the elderly are a burden.

But at least a funeral will be held.

Is that enough?
Even if it might take several years.

Jiang Si would occasionally respond to her mother's nagging, but sometimes she wouldn't feel like responding and would just listen quietly.

The old man's health deteriorated, and in the end, he spoke less and less.

After seeing a doctor, it turned out to be nothing serious, just simple organ aging and the body's functions gradually reaching their limit.

Sometimes, Jiang Si would sit in the room and watch her all day without saying a word; the only sound in the room was her breathing.

I still wash my body and clean up after myself as usual. Even though I bought a toilet, sometimes I still can't do it at night.

Listen quietly to her breathing, which gradually weakens.

"Son."

One day, his mother suddenly woke up and grabbed his hand tightly. Her withered palm even made Jiang Si feel a little pain. "Mom, Mom wants to go up the mountain, to see the sea, is that okay? If not, then forget it."

He was panting heavily after saying just one sentence.

Jiang Si simply picked her up and said, "Let's go."

It's not very far; there's a mountain just outside the city, and across the mountain is the sea.

My mother used to say that whenever we had time, we should go to the mountains to see the sea.

But in the end, Jiang Si never actually went with her mother.

Because I'm always busy, I never have time.

This delay has dragged on until now.

After taking a car down the mountain, I bought a wheelchair at a nearby shop.

However, it was impossible to push the wheelchair up, so Jiang Si held her mother in one arm and lifted the wheelchair with the other to climb up.

It started snowing when I got to the road.

He remembered the time when his mother carried him out of his father's alchemy room, laughing and joking, and his mother even sang him a song.

As Jiang Si reminisced, she began humming a song from that time.

My mother only wakes up occasionally; she remains in a coma most of the time.

Jiang Si carried her and dragged the wheelchair up to the middle of the mountain when her mother suddenly woke up, gave a hoarse, aged laugh, and said, "Oh dear, why does this snow keep getting into my son's neck?"

Perhaps it was because she had come out for some fresh air, but her mother's speech became much more fluent.

"Son, stop carrying me, carry Mom on your back."

Jiang Si said "Oh," and although she didn't understand what the old lady was fussing about, she changed the way she carried it on her back.

"Mom is shielding you from the snow, hehe..."

For some reason, the mother started laughing to herself.

Jiang Si couldn't help but smile.

The mountain wasn't very high, only about a thousand meters. Carrying my mother up the mountain wasn't too tiring. On a snowy day, there weren't many people on the mountain path, and when we reached the top, there was almost no one there.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of sky unfolded before my eyes, dotted with snowflakes, while several eagles circled and cried out.

On the other side of the mountain lies the surging sea, churning amidst the snowflakes, its roar echoing through the mountains, melodious and ethereal.

Looking down, the world is magnificent and beautiful.

Jiang Si had just placed the wheelchair when she heard her mother, who had always been in poor health, also cry out along with the eagle.

Jiang Si was stunned for a moment.

"Haha, son, you should shout too. Go to the top of the mountain and shout. It feels good."

The wind was strong, and her mother was speaking with great force. Jiang Si called out as she placed her mother in the wheelchair.

"Your voice is too soft, not as soft as your mom's."

The mother smiled like a child.

Jiang Si simply nodded, pushed the wheelchair, and walked to the other side of the mountaintop.

The mother stared blankly at the surging sea below the mountain, watching the fluttering snowflakes weave a white silken tapestry across the sky and earth.

It was like a grand funeral, with wreaths and mourning banners covering the mountains.

"My son."

The mother's lips twitched, and saliva involuntarily dripped from them. She shifted her body slightly. "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

As she spoke, Jiang Si took off her newly bought coat and covered her mother with it, then wiped away her drool.

The mother tremblingly stretched out her hand beyond the mountain peak.

Below was the surging sea, and she caught the snowflakes.

"Jiang Si".

"Ah."

"son."

"Ah."

"My little baby."

"What?"

"No," the mother murmured, "I just wanted to call out, Si'er, little Si, eldest..."

She recited all the names she used to call Jiang Si, as if they were her own treasures.

Jiang Si responded patiently to each of them.

"Mom, I have a dream."

"You said."

"Mom has always wanted to go to the ocean. When she was little, she loved the ocean. Back then, when the teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up, I said, 'When I grow up, I want to be a diver.'" The old lady laughed as she spoke. "Back then, everyone thought your mom was crazy."

"It's alright." Jiang thought for a moment, "The seabed is very dark and cold, which can easily lead to claustrophobia."

"I'm not afraid of that at all."

The mother said cheerfully, tugging at her clothes, "If I die, I won't be afraid anymore."

"When Mom dies, shall we send her to the bottom of the sea, son?"

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below was like a roar.

"Oh."

So the mother smiled happily:

“When I was little, I saw you throw away that cat, and I thought to myself, my son will definitely be able to fulfill my wish someday. Only my son…”

She murmured, and her voice gradually faded.

The snow began to lessen.

"son."

"Ah."

"Mom once said that she hoped you could be my son again in your next life. I will definitely do better in the next life and become a more perfect mother. This is what I meant..."

“I take it back,” the mother said hoarsely. “You deserve better parents, richer parents, parents who understand you better, who love you more, so you can live a happier life and grow taller, not parents like us…”

Snowflakes blew by the howling wind clung to the corners of Jiang Si's eyes as she gazed into the distance.

The dense clouds in the sky parted.

A magnificent sunset spilled out from the gaps in the clouds, the setting sun like blood, burning the clouds and causing them to churn, so much so that the sea seemed to boil.

It burst into a sea of ​​fire.

"No need, my parents, it's enough that you're here," Jiang Si said softly. "I'm used to it."

His mother reached out and grabbed his hand: "Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."

“Yeah, there’s nothing I can do about it, I’m used to it,” Jiang Si simply agreed. “I’m not used to other people.”

The setting sun cast its light on the mother's face, her smile radiating warm happiness. "Habit, it's so good."

The empty world gradually quieted down.

The sounds of waves and wind faded into the distance, the snowflakes stopped falling, and the cold ground began to melt.

The setting sun was slowly dragged into the sea on the horizon, and the world fell into the abyss.

However, the sunset was still magnificent and dazzling.

"My son."

"Ah."

"It's all dark now, how are you going to get down the mountain?"

Jiang Si looked at the blazing red sky and said, "I can see it."

"Huh? Can't Mom see?"

"No, it's just getting dark."

"I see."

Bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, high in the mountain, the mother slowly drifted off to sleep. "You should go home early, Jiang Si. Go back to sleep early, don't stay here too long, you'll get cold..."

He stood there, and his mother's voice began to fade away until it could no longer be heard.

My body temperature gradually dropped on the mountain, becoming as cold as snow, and even my heartbeat stopped.

The wind howled, blowing through the mother's pale hair. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was peaceful, as if she were asleep.

Until finally, as the sun set, the world turned into an abyss.

It's getting dark.

He said.

Pushing her wheelchair, the mother, who would never wake up again, reached the edge of the mountaintop.

White foam churned up from the sea below.

"Good night."

He pushed the wheelchair down.

It plunged into the deepest part of the ocean.

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