Chapter 12 fourth quarter

Lan Yueer remembered that the day she boarded the boat was an afternoon in September.The deck was crowded with people who seemed to be waiting for her.These people are very beautiful, but there are tears in their eyes.She found a pair of curious and mournful eyes behind the crowd, looking at her secretly. When she looked back at those eyes, they disappeared in the crowd.Later she knew that the man was Dan Mengsan, a little older than Yan Guxing.Many years later, when Dan Mengsan died, those sad eyes finally closed. "Okay, now let's wipe the moss off you first," Big Mother said to her, and then took her to the bathroom on the boat, and washed her from head to toe with a little rose soap. The rose-like red mark on the skin was made of moss and couldn't be wiped off, so I knew it was a birthmark.

"You have a birthmark." The eldest mother looked at it and said with a surprised expression on her face. "This is a very special birthmark." Then the eldest mother combed her tangled hair and wiped her eyes with rue.Spray thyme nectar on her chapped lips, then lift her out of the tub, powder her with a purple velvet puff, let her long hair loose, and wrap her in a domed white pantsuit. A robe, like the one worn by angels. She shyly grabbed the two sleeves that reached to her knuckles, and raised her head to see the eldest mother for the first time. "My God!" exclaimed the eldest mother, "you are the most delicate creature in the world!" she asked again, "what's your name?"

"Blue Moon," she replied. The eldest mother stroked her face pityingly, and said, "Blue Moon is a kind of rose!" Then she asked her, "Where are your parents?" Her nose moved, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Was it swept away by the flood?" She lowered her eyelids and didn't answer. "Do you like staying here?" Big Mama asked her. She looked at Big Mama, into her honey-colored eyes, into her red hair the color of bougainvillea, into the lilac in her hair, and was curious about her, feeling great. My mother has a very mysterious temperament, and there seems to be halos around her eyes.So she nodded.

"Who taught you those songs you sang on the embankment?" asked the eldest mother. "My mother taught me," she replied. "It's too bad, don't sing any more! I'll teach you some new songs tomorrow," Big Mama said to her.