Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

"That's right, Mom, you were in poor health before, and you shouldn't see the wind, but you're much better now, you haven't gone to see them yet, have you?"

cemetery.

Wen Xi put down the flowers in her hand, stretched out her hand, and cleaned the weeds around the tombstone.

"Father, brother, my mother and I have come to see you."

Wen Xi whispered softly, picked a wild flower that bloomed next to Wen Congrong's tombstone, and put it in her bag.

On one side, Jiang Wanyan reached out and touched the tombstone, "Xiaochen, mom is here."

She rambled a few words, and then said to Wen Xi: "Xiao Xi, go to the guard of the cemetery and find a broom. Mom wants to clean up the dust here."

Wen Xi went to the guard's place to borrow a broom, and when she came back, she saw Jiang Wanyan babbling something to the tombstone, she didn't go in, she just waited here.

When she came, she touched the tombstone. There was not much dust on the tombstone. It should be that Jiang Wanyan wanted to say a few words to Wen Congrong.

……

"Congrong, do you blame me? After so many years, do you blame me in your heart?"

"Then you take me away. I'm bored in this world by myself, and I'm sick all over. But don't worry, I won't live long. I just want to watch Wen Xi get married and see her give birth. A child, I will hug you and leave, I will go to you, I am sorry for you, but how can you be sorry for me?"

"Congrong, you lied to me first, but Mingchen suffered so much. Although this child is not my own, I watched him grow up. I treat him like my own son, so let's go Yes, Cong Rong, you are also cruel, so you just took Ming Chen away..."

When the breeze blew, Jiang Wanyan's gray hair was blown tousled.

She had a skinny, scorched face, dull eyes, and a sickly body, like a wick swaying in the wind that was about to be extinguished.

"Mingchen, mother is sorry for you, you are such a good child, mother hurt you."

This child called him his mother for more than ten years, but because of his own mistake, he was harmed.

Wen Xi stood far away.

But she heard Jiang Wanyan's words intermittently. The woman bit her lip and looked at Jiang Wanyan's back.

She couldn't believe that the deaths of her father and brother were actually related to her mother.

The elder brother was not born to his mother, but the child of Wen Congrong and other women.

And herself, turned out to be Mu Jiangde's daughter.

Today, the amount of information is simply too great.

Wen Xi couldn't digest it. She clenched her palms tightly and exhaled slowly. After waiting for 2 minutes, Wen Xi walked over again. Her steps were heavy, as if to remind Jiang Wanyan that she was coming.

Jiang Wanyan raised her hand to wipe her face, the tears on her face had been dried by the wind.

She stretched out her hand, combed her hair with her fingers, turned around, took the broom from Wen Xi's hand, bent down and began to sweep the dust on the ground.

Wen Xi looked at her skinny back, suddenly her eyes froze, and she walked over, "Mom, let me do it."

Jiang Wanyan's voice was hoarse, "I'll come by myself, I won't be here for a long time."

"Xiaoxi, tell me, how are your father and elder brother doing in heaven? Do you miss us?"

Wen Xi nodded, "Yes, I often dream about them."

She raised her head and looked at the sky, the blue sky, cloudless, with occasional breeze.

Jiang Wanyan trembled for a moment, then said slowly in a low voice: "I never dreamed of them, not even once, I thought about talking to them in my dreams, but I never even dreamed of them."

Wen Xi pursed her lips and looked at her mother. For a moment, she suddenly felt that her mother seemed to be much older.

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Suddenly, she didn't want to continue thinking about her father and brother. She didn't want the truth about her life experience, her relationship with Mu Jiangde, and the cause of her father's and brother's death. She only had her mother as a relative. If Jiang Wanyan was gone, she was the only one in this world.

In the afternoon, on the way back.

Jiang Wanyan rested on the back of the chair with her eyes closed, Wen Xi looked at her, she thought, what happened in the past, she only had her mother as a relative, and she didn't want to think about the past anymore .

Even if something really happened between Jiang Wanyan and Wen Congrong back then, let him go...