"Mom, mom..." Fu Jingzhi''s voice became lower and lower, and finally he almost choked in his heart. He felt in a trance that something was wrong. Looking at his mother''s delicate face, tears came out of his eyes.


    This is about the first time that Fu Jingzhi has been at a loss since he was born. Before, Su Rourou didn''t compete for favors, although she was promiscuous in the Fu family. But her identity is here after all, and she has plenty of money. No one in the Fu family dares to slack off Su Rourou.


    As long as you don''t do so many bad things, the life of mother and son is actually very good. In addition, Fu Jingzhi is almost the spiritual pillar of Su Rourou''s last stage of her life. Su Rourou loves her son very much.


    Fu Jingzhi''s impression of the mother is also gentle like water doting on himself, now looking at the mother so quiet lying. Although he grasped his mother''s hands tightly, he felt as if his mother would never come back.


    Sometimes children''s intuition is really terrible. Fu Jingzhi doesn''t know what is death and what is eternal separation between heaven and man. He can''t even understand his mother''s despair and humiliation at that time.


    His little hand tightly grasped his mother''s cold hand, and gradually he had tears dripping on Su Rourou''s back. Fu Jingzhi''s voice was almost choking and hoarse at the end, but his mother still didn''t move a bit.


    If it is in the past, the mother would have complained, and then looked at himself with a smile, gently carried himself to the bed. Now she is still, look Enron, even with some liberation, completely ignoring the side of the son sad tears.


    A drop of tears fell on the back of Fu Jingzhi''s hand. He knew later that he was already full of tears. Think of the mother said to himself, even if it is fall also can''t shed tears, man tears will be laughed at.


    Mother about touch is not like his tears, Fu Jing afraid of mother blame. Scared to reach out in a hurry to obliterate his tears, practice to stop his choking voice.


    Able to feel the deep chill rising from the soles of his feet, Fu Jingzhi looks at his mother. Leng Leng felt that the event was not good, but did not dare to go out to call people. The people of the Fu family didn''t really face themselves.


    Even when Fu Jing was young, he could feel it.


    He wiped away his tears, thought about it, and climbed into his mother''s bed. Small body as in the past the same shrinkage in the mother''s body, but different from the past is the mother''s hand is still motionless in holding roses, did not gently embrace themselves.


    In a daze, Fu Jingzhi only felt that his mother should be sleeping deeply. When he touched her skin, it was still so soft, but it was so cold that he felt terrible.


    He can only shrink his body as much as possible, just like his mother holding himself to warm her.


    The fragrance of rose is light in the room, mixed with the smell of mint incense humidifier. Should be to extricate, Su Rourou''s mood was abnormal good, she cleaned up the room very clean.


    Incense flowers, all leisurely as if she was still alive. The mint rose flavor is Su rourourou''s favorite. The bath gel on her body always has a light mint aroma.


    Influenced by his mother, Fu Jingzhi is actually very familiar with the taste. The smell in the air makes me feel at ease, just like the smell of mint mixed with rose when I tried to drill into my mother''s arms.


    He snuffled. After all, he was a child. After crying, he felt that there were some tears. Holding his mother in his arms, he gradually fell asleep in this dreamlike and familiar taste. Fu Jing was restless all night.


    Now I don''t remember what dream it was. Fu Jingzhi had never stopped his nightmares that night. About touch is that people always have a terrible intuition about things. Although Fu Jingzhi is only eight years old, he wakes up in a nightmare.


    Mother had been gently sitting next to teach herself to play the piano, black and white piano keys floating out of her mother''s hands, a wonderful note, is a simple song Fu Jingzhi is learning "to Alice".


    Outside the sun is just right, the huge French window is covered with a layer of elegant white gauze. With the wind blowing, there are small pieces of sunlight sprinkling in, vaguely revealing the shape of flowers and plants outside. The air is full of the fragrance of the rose planted by his mother. Fu Jingzhi''s dream is pure white.


    The music was in his ears, and he looked down at his mother''s hands beating on the piano. Slightly looked up to see the mother, but saw the mother''s face just shrouded in a piece of white sunlight inside.


    In a trance, I couldn''t see my mother clearly.


    "Wandering again! Look at this carefully. If you can''t play it well later, I won''t take you out to play. " It seems that Fu Jingzhi''s absence annoys his mother. Su Rourou''s slender finger pokes Fu Jingzhi, saying helplessly.


    Although he was angry, his mother''s smile at the corner of his mouth made Fu Jingzhi afraid. He smiles as if he used to be coquettish with his mother, "I know, but this is really hard! Mom, can''t you just do it? Why do I have to learn this? ""You didn''t study hard. If you do this again, I won''t see you any more. Isn''t it all agreed that we should try our best to learn everything? Otherwise, I''ll be gone. What will you do? "


    Su Rourou''s tone became serious, as if she was really angry. Beautiful face in the white light shrouded in more and more intense, even the Fu mirror almost can''t open his eyes. The intense white light enveloped the whole mother. Subconsciously, she closed her eyes and opened them again, but her mother disappeared.


    In the empty piano room, I was the only one sitting on the stool, with orderly black and white keys in front of me. He didn''t see his mother. Maybe he was flustered. He looked around for a week, but he didn''t see anything.


    In the heart anxious, thought mother can be angry?


    Fu Jingzhi turns his head and wants to practice piano music so that his mother won''t be angry. I anxiously put my finger on the piano, but I found that the keys couldn''t move. He tried several times, but it didn''t work, until some sweat gradually came out on his forehead.


    Afraid that his mother would leave him, Fu Jingzhi worked hard on the black and white piano keys in a panic. Looking up again, I found that all the sunshine outside the big French windows had disappeared. In a moment, the night was coming.


    There was no more leisurely atmosphere. Fu Jingzhi felt scared. The gloomy environment is only one person, black.


    All of a sudden, there was a loud noise outside, and Fu Jing raised his head consciously. But I saw a huge black crow flying towards me. The crow''s eyes were red, looking straight at himself, and then making a sharp cry.


    Before he had time to react, the crow had rushed to his eyes! He screamed in fright and reached for his mother, only to catch the empty air.


    Suddenly wake up from the dream of Fu Jing''s face is also a cold sweat, he opened his eyes and rushed to find his mother. See the mother is still good lying in their side just relieved, but soon found something wrong.


    Mother is still lying motionless, her white skirt was pressed by Fu Jingzhi with some wrinkles, but her posture did not move. This makes Fu Jingzhi feel vaguely bad in his heart. He calls his mother again, but there is no response.


    I just thought that my mother had such a deep sleep that she didn''t care about herself. I think of the last time my mother said that if I came here in the middle of the night, I would ignore myself. Fu Jingzhi thought it was her mother who was ill.


    Look at the sky outside. It''s just early in the morning. Very beautiful red sun gradually rose up, at most is more than six o''clock appearance. Mother attaches great importance to sleep, generally to open the sun will get up.


    Afraid of his mother''s illness, Fu Jingzhi got up carefully. I just want to go back to my room, so that my mother won''t get sick.


    The child''s ignorance makes Fu Jingzhi return to the room carefully. Forcing himself to fall asleep again, thinking that soon we can see his mother smiling to wake him up, every day as long as sleep in, Su Rourou will come.


    But this time, Fu Jingzhi was shaken up by his nanny. There was a lot of noise at home. Mr. Fu was sitting on the throne, looking at the woman beside him. The servants ran around in a panic, with panic on their faces.


    The source of a group of nervousness seems to be behind the closed guest room. Fu Jingzhi thinks that his secret past has been discovered, so he doesn''t dare to say that he was sleeping there yesterday.


    What''s more, since childhood, Fu Jingzhi was raised by Su Rourou, and there were no close servants. He was more afraid to say a word, looking at his grandfather''s gloomy face, he was afraid. Subconsciously, she wanted to find her mother, but she was stopped by the nanny at the door of the guest room.


    The servant looked at himself with a confused and slightly compassionate look, and prevented himself from entering. Fu Jingzhi was only brought back to his room, but his grandparents came out again.


    Later, the Fu family was in chaos, and this memory was almost chaotic in Fu Jingzhi''s mind. He can''t remember anything clearly. He just thinks it''s a big thing.


    Even until later, Fu Jingzhi didn''t tell his grandparents that he had secretly gone to his mother''s room. It was after a long time that he realized clearly the departure of his mother and knew for the first time what death meant.


    This memory was sealed in Fu Jingzhi''s heart and became his heart knot for so many years. No wonder Fu Jingzhi always had a premonition that he was going to die.