The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 341 Setting 29 Yuan Liangyan (Extra)

She learned of her mother's serious illness on the night of her first wedding anniversary.

Her brother called her and said in a calm voice, "Mom, I'm going to be sick soon."

Surrounded by children who were waiting to eat the rare cake in the mountains, she was holding a knife and preparing to cut the cake, but her ears suddenly became deaf.

"Come back if you want to come back. If you don't want to come back, my brother won't force you." It seemed like a century had passed before she heard this sentence.

He Nian next to her saw that something was wrong with her, took the knife in her hand and took the initiative to cut the cake and distribute it to the children who were waiting eagerly.

Yuan Liang Yanqiang cheered up, rubbed the withered yellow hair of the thin girl in front of him, turned and went into the kitchen.

The next day, she got up early and was going to pack her suitcase.

When she got up, she saw that the suitcase was already placed beside her bed.

When He Nian opened the door and came in, he held a bowl of candied eggs in his hand, and with a gentle smile on his face, he said fondly, "Breakfast is just right."

Yuan Liang Yan hugged him from behind, resting her chin lightly on his thin shoulder, she seemed to sigh and said, "Why don't you regret it?"

"I never regret it." He Nian stirred the bowl to let it cool down quickly.

Last night, after answering the call from her uncle, she was restless all night.

He knew that her heart was shaken.

So, he got up early and packed her things for going out.

This time, he couldn't go.

There are only three teachers in the fourth grade. If he follows him, the remaining teacher Wang will definitely not be able to take care of so many children.

"Thank you." With tears in her eyes, she didn't know what to say, so she said again, "Thank you."

Yuan Liangyan once again stood on the land of her birth, her mood did not fluctuate much.

She had thought she would have.

Seeing her, Yuan Jin waved to her from afar.

She walked over step by step, and saw the gray-haired old man holding a box in a daze under the eaves.

Hearing her footsteps, the old man raised his head, staring at the dreaming face in a daze, he didn't want the box anymore, and struggled to hug her.

Yuan Jin was worried that the old man would fall, so he hurriedly supported him.

The things in the box were scattered all over the place, Yuan Liangyan bent down to pick them up, her eyes were attracted by the old photos that were glowing yellow.

"Liang Yan... Liang Yan..." the old man murmured, his wrinkled hands wanted to reach out to touch her but slowly retracted.

Her Liang Yan hated her so much.

To be able to come back to see her, a dying person, must have done a lot of psychological construction.

Yuan Liangyan squatted on the ground, staring at the photo without blinking.

It can be vaguely seen that the photo is a little girl with braids.

The dusty memory box was opened.

She remembered that on her fifth birthday, her mother rarely took her to the market.

In the past, being taken to the market by my mother was the exclusive treatment for my brother.

At the beginning, she was very obedient because she was afraid that her mother would be angry, and she always followed her mother closely.

Later, my mother sold the wheat and was busy buying daily necessities.

She was attracted by people taking pictures on the street, and ran over to take a peek while her mother was not paying attention, but was escorted by the boss to take pictures.

At that time, she didn't know that it was taking pictures.

She just watched the boss holding a round object to her face, and a white light flashed in front of her eyes.

When she opened her eyes and wanted to run away, she was stopped by the tall and thin young man next to the boss, who said that she wanted to pay for the photo.

money?
She was afraid when she heard the word "money".

She told the young man that she had no money.

The young man pointed to the woman wrapped in a red scarf who was still looking around on the stairs, and said viciously: "Isn't that your mother? Tell her to give the money. If you don't give the money, don't think about leaving."

She couldn't remember what happened next.

It's just that she clearly remembered that her mother's money from selling wheat didn't buy anything in the end, only a photo of her.

Back home, my mother lied to my father for the first time, saying that the money from selling wheat was stolen by a thief.

Father smoked dry tobacco all night under the eaves without saying anything.

She curled up on the straw bed in the pigsty and stared at her father all night long.

"Liang Yan, I know you still blame mom and dad. I know." The old man hugged his son, his voice hoarse.

Yuan Liangyan picked up the photos and put them back in the box, turned around and pushed the suitcase into the house.

The portrait of the old man in the center of the mourning hall is obvious.

She glanced at it, then looked away.

This time, her bed was finally placed at home.

She walked over and gently stroked the unique embroidery on the pillow with her rough fingers. She was about to laugh, but she cried out.

When she was in elementary school, she envied her brother so much.

Because my mother would embroider all kinds of small things for my brother every time - handkerchiefs, towels, small bags containing shuttlecocks...

At that time, she longed for her mother to embroider one for herself, even if it was useless, just a piece of cloth would be fine.

It's just that no one heard the secret prayer in her heart.

The original mother died three days later.

Yuan Liang Yan saw her off for the last time, refused her brother's offer, and went to the station alone with her suitcase.

She has paid all that should be paid, no more debts.

Back in the small mountain village where he was a support teacher, He Nian was already waiting at the school gate.

Seeing his lover coming back, he hurried up to meet her and hugged her tightly in his arms.

God knows, he couldn't sleep every day and every night these days.

God knows how much he wanted to call her and ask how she was doing in that house.

He finally suppressed his inner thoughts.

She was already under enough pressure, and he didn't want to add any more worries to her.

Yuan Liangyan felt his heartbeat, and tears fell down.

"I don't have parents anymore," she said.

"And me." The young man hugged her tightly, giving her a beating heart.

"I will always be with you." He whispered in her ear.

Yuan Liangyan suddenly remembered clearly what happened after she was caught by a tall and thin guy when she was five years old and gave money for the photo.

Seeing her being caught by the boy, the middle-aged woman in a red scarf didn't want anything. She ran down the stairs in three steps, ran to her side, pushed the vicious boy away, and threw her Holding her in her arms, she said viciously: "If any of you bully my daughter, you will die."

In the end, the middle-aged woman gave all the money in the bag to the boss who took the photo.

At the age of five, she stared blankly at this scene, feeling shocked and frightened in her heart, but she was not moved.

Walking one after the other on the way back to the village with the middle-aged woman, her heart ached.

She was afraid that the woman would beat her.

After walking for a long time, I was about to see the village. The woman suddenly stopped and said to her:
"Go out, you must go out. Only when girls leave their hometown can they really grow up."

At five years old, she was not good enough to understand what the woman said, so she forgot.

After many years, when she recalled the past, she was deeply moved.

For so many years, she has always felt that life is so hard, and she desperately wants to leave the place where she grew up.

It turned out that the seeds were planted at that time.

(End of this chapter)