The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

“Huh?”

The crisp sound of beating the metal sounded intermittently, just like the most beautiful music in the world.

However, father is not in it.

There is a familiar thin woman.

Sitting in front of the stove and casting a sword, she looked weak, her slender arm seemed to be broken, and people couldn’t help wondering how she waved the girl with no difficulty so that she could not do her best. A large mallet for flexible control-Oh, she usually uses a small mallet specially made for her by father.

“Mother, why are you here? Where’s Daddy?”

The girl approached the woman in amazement, approaching her mother.

In her image, her mother’s callous hands only pick up needles, threads and kitchen utensils. The girl had never seen her mother pick up a tool for making a sword, and she didn’t even know that her mother could strike iron.

Tonight is destined to be a different night from the past.

“Ting’er, you are not sleeping again for an excuse, do you come to chat with your dad?”

Mother put down the big mallet and put the sword blade that was still beating back into the fire Then he turned his head and cast a stern look at the girl.

“I should have watched you fall asleep.”

There is a deep reproach in the mother’s orange-red eyes, which are exactly like those of a girl. Obviously, she was a little angry.

The girl who knew she had made a mistake curled her neck and hurriedly put her hands together to explain:

“It’s not like that! I really can’t sleep, mother…”

Under the mother’s scrutiny, the girl said more and more quietly, and in the end her voice was just like a mosquito, but she almost couldn’t hear herself.

Different from father who spoils herself, no matter what she does, she will not let her go. Her mother is very strict and often scolds girls for various things.

Girls know that mother is only thinking about herself, but occasionally she feels that the other person is very wordy, and will complain about mother secretly.

At the same time, she often wonders if her parents have mistaken their identities. Otherwise, how come other people’s families are fathers and mothers, but her family is mothers and fathers?

However, this is not something to be disgusting.

Compared to her childhood sweethearts, she was already much happier.

“I’m sorry, mother…I’m going to bed now.”

The girl knew that she hadn’t lied to her mother ──Who told her that she was already exhausted and had to be depressed Apologizing frankly, he drooped his head and turned and walked out to the door.

Of course, she didn’t intend to change it, she just obeyed on the surface, but she was still me in secret. She was already thinking about what reason she should get out of bed tomorrow.

However, nobody understands one’s son better than his father, and the selfish calculations in her heart seem to have been seen through by the mother.

“What about you little slipper…”

The mother sighed helplessly, and then said something that made the girl quite unexpected.

“Ting’er, come here.”

Thinking that the other party is going to scold herself severely, the girl froze suddenly. Mother asked her what was wrong, and she looked back at her vigorously.

“Mother, I really knew it was wrong! Let’s take an example!”

“You come here first.” Mother beckoned.

The girl knew that there was nowhere to escape, so she walked back with her head down. Standing in front of her mother, she dodged her eyes and looked at each other’s expression, an expression that was both disturbed and scared.

However, mother showed an indescribable expression, mixed with colors that seemed to lament the past.

It wasn’t until a long time later that the girl knew that the feelings that showed her mother’s face at that time were intense sorrow, which also contained the anxiety and sense of crisis for the future.

“foolish child, does mother have such a terrifying?”

Mother did not scold her as the girl expected, but rather gently stroked her face and her hair. Lips.

It’s like being attached to something.

The girl let the mother who smiled bitterly in a daze, but she wondered why her mother was uncharacteristically, why she had to show such an expression-she was very ill, claiming to see through life and death, but before she died The expression on those who suddenly became scared.

“Mother, what’s wrong with you? Did you encounter something unhappy?”

Finally, the girl couldn’t help but ask.

Mother did not answer her, but repeated the three words “foolish child”.

“Mother, what’s wrong with you?”

The girl panicked a little, and hugged mother’s arm tightly.

She had never seen a mother like this before, and she had never seen a mother with a timid expression like the present one, intuitionally that meant something bad.

“Ting’er, do you like mechanical surgery?”

Mother asked abruptly, with a smile that was about to blur into a ball.

It was a faded smile, the girl thought.

Despite her uncomfortable feelings, she was still driven by the scorching emotions from her belly, and replied clearly and forcefully:

“Like!”

She couldn’t help but answer, feeling that as long as she hesitated, she seemed to deny her love for organs.

Inexplicable emotions.

The mother who got the answer lightly made a vague voice, as if she said the word “really”, but the girl was not sure.

However, the girl cares more about why she asks herself this question than to figure out what the mother said just now.

until now, mother seems to be very taboo about the three words “mechanical technique”. As long as the girl mentions these three words in front of her, she will always be glared at and regard “mechanical technique” The father who existed to tell him also had to be scolded.

It is so strange that a mother who dislikes “mechanism” would ask if he likes mechanism technique. The girl who thought so much had the idea to change the topic.

She wandered around, searching for topics to talk about. In the end, her gaze fell inadvertently on the blade of the sword that was already red by the fire, and the girl suddenly had an idea.

“Mother, do you know how to forge a sword?”

Hearing the girl’s question, the mother was taken aback for a moment, and then he set his sights on the fire. The fire swayed on her pupils, but gradually fuse together with pupils, regardless of each other, becoming one.

“I have…” The mother stroked the mallet placed on the chair next to him, “I haven’t touched these tools for a long time.”

The fire is shining brightly. His face paled for a while, looking very lonely.

Unfortunately, the girl at the time did not notice the complex and unspeakable emotions entangled in her mother’s face.

“Huh, really? Mother can forge a sword?”

The girl stared in disbelief, and the mother just responded with a soft “um”. “But I have never seen a mother cast a sword!”

Not a question, but a statement of facts.

“Foolish child, is it different from doing it or not. Your dad can also cook, but have you seen him walk into the kitchen? He, even if he is hungry, he just sits Wait for it.”

At this time, the smile on Mother’s face finally became a little bit more happy and warm, and it was no longer miserable.