There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the farm over there, after Jiang Jiangyu left, Lin Xuelin, who had been desperate for two days in a row, was whipped several times, and finally collapsed completely. She couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, and stretched out her hand weakly to grab her mother Chen Jingru's hand, but she was always so close that she couldn't grab it no matter what.

The people standing in front of her came and went, including her grandma Gu Ruyi, her grandfather, her father, and many, many people she was familiar with. Everyone just looked at her quietly, turned and left.

Only her mother kept crying at her. She hates it, why don't you just cry and don't hug yourself? She is cold, cold and aching all over. No, they don't want her anymore, and no one wants themselves anymore.

When night fell, tired women came in one after another. Everyone looked blankly at the shadow huddled in the corner of the eye, slumped on the kang, huddled together to keep warm, and no one had the energy to pay more attention to it.

Too much sympathy has long been blown away by the great northwest wind and sand. Besides the dead, who else would be honored to leave here? What's more, sometimes death is not a kind of relief, a kind of happiness?

The cold wind whistling outside blew a corner of the sack at the entrance that served as the door, and no one said a word. Years of high-load work had already made them sleepy from exhaustion and fell asleep—there is only paradise there.

When the news of Lin Xuelin's death reached Chen Jingru, she was holding a cup of hot tea, thinking about the housing problem after her son got married, and planning the time and place for her in-laws to meet.

Lin Aiguo, who opened the door and came in, clasped his palms tightly, took off his disguise, and said softly: Xiao Lin is gone, our Xiao Lin is really gone.

Chen Jingru looked at the man with red eyes not far away, his head went blank, and he fell to the ground suddenly, losing consciousness.

With a loud bang, Lin Aiguo could no longer feel the grief of losing his daughter. He immediately rushed forward and knelt down to pick up his wife, and pinched Chen Jingru's cock until she woke up.

Looking at his wife's dazed eyes, Lin Aiguo couldn't help but shed tears, Mother, don't be like this, we still have Xiaohui, and my son is still waiting for you. If you have hatred in your heart, send it to me. Everything is my fault. , I shouldn't have been away for so many years, I am the most damned person.

It's all my fault. If I hadn't left, the child wouldn't have become like this. Why didn't she wait for me to think of a way? Why didn't she stay longer? How could she be willing to let us white-haired people give black hair people……

That's our first child. Damn it, I deserve it the most. I shouldn't have come back and not cared about her. No matter how disobedient she is, it's still my child. I threw her away, it's all me Killed her...

Chen Jingru struggled to stand up, moved into the bedroom step by step, lay down on the bed straight and stared at the roof.

Lin Aiguo grabbed her right hand, Xiao Ru, talk to me, don't do this.

Chen Jingru closed his eyes motionless.

Xiaoru, can I let Xiaohui come back to accompany you?

Chen Jingru said hoarsely: Don't tell him.

Don't be like this. Send me anger and hatred. I beg you to cheer up. It's all my fault. Hit me...

Chen Jingru lay there quietly without saying a word, no matter how sad she was, her tears had been shed in the past few years. As early as when she abandoned this daughter, she knew that she couldn't keep it, really couldn't.

How did such a small group grow up? She forgot...she wasn't worthy of being a mother. She is the sinner, she is the one who deserves to die. She shouldn't let the child be pampered by that dead old woman, and shouldn't worry that the child will bear a grudge and let her have fun.

...I will resign now, we will go to the northwest now, we will find the children...

Chen Jingru opened her eyes, It's not your fault. She went to seek revenge from her grandma.

Lin Aiguo suddenly lost his voice, opened his mouth and looked at her in astonishment.

Your mother is the culprit, and your mother is the sinner. It's all her fault. Without her, my daughter would be as good as Xiaohui. Without her always instilling the right family, without her single-handed training, my Xiaolin would not be as good as Xiaohui. So high-minded, not too high-minded, not going astray.

My Xiaolin is so small, she stretched out her arms to be hugged by me, your mother immediately drove me to the kitchen; your mother didn't let my Xiaolin go to her natal family, because she was a poor worker who was not worthy of your family's status; your mother Don't let my Xiaolin marry, because she is a mud leg that is not worthy of your family name.

And your good brother and sister who instigated our mother and daughter to separate every day and caused their siblings to have grievances. How many times my pair of children have suffered, it was all them, and they were all responsible! And your good brother-in-law, If he didn't add trouble, how could my little Lin go to that ghost place in the northwest? It's all of them, it's all of them that killed my daughter. And your father, he cut off my little Lin's life with his own hands.

Hearing these words, Lin Aiguo tightly closed his eyes as he watched his wife gradually recovering from life. That's fine, hate it, it's fine to live on these hatreds. This family has already lost a daughter, and there is no one less.

Did the second child say that his wife just saw the child?

Lin Aiguo opened his eyes, looked at his wife who had recovered, and nodded.

I sent so many packages to the past. I just wanted her to get through it and pick her up one day. She could still write to us before. Why did the woman go to see my Xiaolin and the child left gone?

Lin Aiguo's eyebrows twitched.

Daddy, I beg you one thing.

Lin Aiguo held his breath and solemnly said yes.

Bypass the second child, you can check in private, what happened before the child left? Chen Jingru closed his eyes, I want the truth.

Don't worry! If someone really murdered our child this time, I will definitely take revenge.

Lin Aiguo understood that this was a kind of grafting of hatred that shouldn't exist, but he still wanted to find out exactly what role that younger brother and sister played. My daughter is a ruthless character in the sky, and she will definitely not seek death if she is alive.

So he asked his younger brother to meet the child when he was free, so as to give her the confidence to live. What's more, they have been saving supplies and mailing them over. With the mind of a child, with so many things, not to mention food and clothing, he will not die in a desperate situation.

Unless the child has not received anything in private... This possibility is not impossible with Zhou Jiaoliezi before.

Thinking of this, Lin Aiguo firmly denied it in his heart. This is impossible, he treats his second child well, but that is his own niece he has seen since he was a child. What's more, this time I was still guarding against that greedy younger brother and sister.

With Lin Xuelin's death, no one knows what the future relationship between the two brothers of the Lin family will be except for the test of time. But the couple in front of them can be regarded as suffering from the pain of losing their daughter. As the end of the year approaches, they start to arrange the visits of the prospective daughter-in-law again.

Is this not a deep feeling, or is it really all over after death? I don't know if Lin Xuelin will rest in peace under the Nine Springs? The parents she had been thinking about really broke their ties with her this time.