Chapter 248 - Chapter 248: Chapter 257: Emotion Stirred (1/2)
Chapter 248: Chapter 257: Emotion Stirred
Su Wenyue looked at the large pile of cloth and picked out two pieces before having someone put the rest away.
“Take these two pieces of cloth to Aunt Feng, with the weather growing colder. Also, fetch some fine cotton so Aunt Feng can make two cotton-padded jackets for herself and An Tai.”
Feng Susu didn’t expect Su Wenyue to think of her and her son at this time. They had already received too much kindness from Su Wenyue, and subconsciously, she didn’t want to accept it. However, she knew Su Wenyue’s temperament. Besides, even if she didn’t need it, Taier needed new clothes. The boy had grown so much; he was practically a man now, and the thought of him still wearing patched clothes made her sad.
Instead of having someone else express her gratitude, Feng Susu personally went to thank Su Wenyue and also had some matters to discuss with her. Previously, Su Wenyue had mentioned that in addition to pickling vegetables, it was also possible to pickle meats or even eggs.
“Lady Yue, you’ve been so kind to my son and me, I don’t even know what to say. Just know I will keep this kindness in my heart and spare you the formalities,” she said.
“Aunt, you don’t need to worry about it. I’m not helping you with the expectation of gratitude in return. It’s just that our men are out there putting in effort for the Imperial Court and suffering together. Uncle An has been out of touch for so long, and these past few days, I’ve been quite worried for my husband too. Fighting with bandits, getting injured is minor; one wrong move and he might lose his life.”
Although Su Wenyue said this partly for Feng Susu’s benefit, she genuinely worried about Han Yu, and tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably as she spoke. She only allowed herself to be this vulnerable in front of Aunt Feng, not in the presence of others.
Feng Susu was also moved to tears by Su Wenyue’s display of emotion, thinking of the hardships of the past years. They comforted each other, and Feng Susu felt their relationship had grown much closer—not just based on favors anymore but something deeper and more intimate.
“Do not worry, Lady Yue. Lord Han is such a good person and so capable; he will surely return safely. Don’t fret too much; you still have three children to take care of, and you need to preserve your health,” Feng Susu consoled her, patting her hand.
“Thank you for your kind words, Aunt. I’m always hoping that my husband will return safely; my children and I can’t live without him. I’m just an ordinary woman who can’t be as strong as you, Aunt,” Su Wenyue admitted humbly.
“Ah, there’s nothing to be done about that. My child’s father was incredibly good to me. Thinking of him, pining for him—I can’t let go of these thoughts, or else life would seem meaningless. I can only speak to you, Lady Yue, about these matters of the heart. Sometimes, I feel it’s better to have no news of my child’s father; at least I can cling to some hope.”
Saying this, Feng Susu’s face was full of sorrow and longing. Just an ordinary farmer’s wife, she didn’t understand deep romances but simply yearned for the man who had been good to her and who she had lived with. Her constant search and remembrance over a decade were plain but profoundly moving and enduring, more than the intense loves of famous romantics.