The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

"it is good."

Lan Youyi tightened her shawl and felt the cool breeze on her shoulders disappear instantly.

She moved her shoulders gently and felt much more comfortable.

"The house I live in was actually left to me by my mother. My mother passed away early. My father remarried and never cared about me. Only that house gave me an absolute sense of security." Lan Youyi said as she walked out.

For the first time, she faced her inner fear.

"I've never told anyone that I actually know how my mother died. She committed suicide."

Lan Youyi suddenly stopped and looked at the tall apricot tree in the yard next to her.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but she instantly regained her composure.

"My mother was a very pure woman. She had a strong temper and was also a very romantic woman. She once thought that she and my father would love each other till old age. But she never expected that the husband she had carefully chosen would be involved with another woman. She chose to commit suicide in anger."

Meng Wantang was shocked when she heard this and asked, "Why can't we get a divorce?"

Do you have to choose a dead end?

Lan Youyi shook her head: "I also want to ask her why she chose such a desperate path? If she chose to divorce, the two of us could live together. Even if she chose to marry someone else, I would have no objection. But she chose the most desperate path."

Meng Wantang remained silent, feeling a little regretful.

"I saw her commit suicide with my own eyes. From then on, that yard became the place I least wanted to set foot in. Many years later, my marriage also had problems. It was not because he was sorry for me, but because we had lost our child."

Lan Youyi took a deep breath and felt a piercing pain somewhere in her heart.

It seemed as if that point was about to explode.

She took a breath and said, "In fact, I already knew what that girl was doing, and I also understood what I was choosing. Maybe it was because I felt that there was no hope in life, so I didn't want to live anymore. And deep in my heart, there is a kind of fear that was left after my mother's death. Because of this fear, I didn't choose a decisive way. Instead, I used the slow suicide method to end my life."

Meng Wantang became even more silent when he heard this, and only felt sad and distressed.

"Fortunately, you persisted." Meng Wantang said with a smile.

A smile gradually appeared on Lan Youyi's lips.

"That day I felt my anger again. It was as if the last rays of light had burst out from my withered body."

Lan Youyi still found it a little unbelievable that she had misunderstood and that Lu Qingye was the child that Lu Zhennan had with another woman.

"I feel so stupid that I didn't even recognize my own son. I always felt that Yun and the other kids were very much my type. I felt so happy just looking at them. Then I saw Qingye, and I didn't even think that Qingye was my child."

Meng Wantang: "I think it's not that you haven't thought about it, but you may not dare to think about it."

"Yeah, I don't dare to think about it. Everyone told me that my child was dead. How could I dare to hope that the boy who looks so much like my lover could be my son?"

"God will not treat any kind person unfairly." Meng Wantang supported Lan Youyi and continued to move forward.

Lan Youyi chuckled: "Yes, God is actually very fair and just. Although my son and I have missed spending more than 20 years together, now I can live with my children."

The two of them walked slowly around the village.

I waited until the time was almost right before returning to the Lu family.

As soon as they entered the yard, they heard noisy sounds coming from the yard.

"Why divorce?"

“Someone took drugs!!!”

"Hurry up and fill it with soapy water!"

"No, I can't drink it down!"

"Get a few people to hold her down and don't let her move. Force her to drink it to induce vomiting."

As soon as Qiao Siji regained consciousness, her mouth was filled with liquid. As soon as she swallowed it, she fell to the ground and vomited violently.

She was just saving people and drank a few mouthfuls of dirty water. There's no need to treat her so rudely, right?

"Fill more."

The man's anxious voice exploded in my ears.

Qiao Siji was forced to drink a few gulps of unpalatable water, and he felt so nauseous that he vomited bile.

Which hospital is this?

She wants to complain!

The captain breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the people were rescued.

"Send them into the house and then they will all disperse."

The people who carried Qiao Siji were very rude. They threw her on the kang and left.

Is this a black clinic?

Qiao Siji was lucky enough not to be tortured to death by those people just now.

Her eyes were truly opened and she was stunned.

At this moment, Qiao Siji was numbed by the memories in his mind.

One of the two children was in jail, and the other was hacked to death on the street.

She had a happy and fulfilling old age.

Completely whitewashed.

When Qiao Siji first read the book, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

She angrily commented at the bottom of the book: "Author, do you have any values? Are women like the villain's mother whitewashed? You are not such a person too!"

After commenting, she dropped her phone and continued driving.

There was a flood on the road, and she was exhausted while trying to save a pregnant woman and two children, and was washed away by the flood.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become Qiao Siji, who pretended to drink pesticide to force his parents-in-law to move out of the house, but accidentally drank two sips and scared himself to death.

What is going on!!!

Ugh!

well! ! !

How did she dress like this? ! ! !

How to live this life!!!

Qiao Siji wished he had not been rescued just now, maybe he could be reborn again.

"Mother?"

The soft, baby voice with a crying tone made Qiao Siji turn his head.

The big black eyes were so big that it felt like only the eyes were visible on the entire face. The face was also dirty, and the small hands were even more so, so black that you couldn't tell the original color of the palms.

The little guy was stuck on the edge of the kang, unable to get up or down. When he saw Qiao Siji looking over, he cried, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Qiao Siji has seen many orphans in the orphanage.

The orphans are also very pitiful.

Compared with the little guy in front of me, this little kid is more miserable. He obviously has a mother, but it's as if he doesn't have one. He is even more miserable than the little beggar on the street.

Qiao Siji didn't have much strength, but he still had enough strength to pull the child up.

"Come up."

She said this weakly, and the child immediately cooperated and climbed up.

He sat beside her obediently and didn't dare touch her with his hands. He seemed very afraid and only dared to look at her with his big eyes.

Qiao Siji sighed.

This child is only two years old and is the youngest one.

He had not had milk since he was born, and was raised by his mother-in-law with rice soup. He looked much smaller than other children of the same age, and was so thin that there was not even a pound of flesh on his face.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that this child is quite pretty.

When Qiao Siji started to struggle, he discovered that his belly was full of flesh, his shoulders and waist were broad, and his hands had no calluses.

Would you dare to believe it if I told you?