"He, he, he knows!"
This was the first time Ma Xueyan saw such words.
Strange, hostile, angry and broken.
"Before, when you went home for the first time, he gave me one million and asked me to hide this from you. He also said that he would be nicer to you in the future, and I agreed."
"So that's it..."
Yan Nian's long eyelashes fluttered and he let go of Ma Xueyan. For a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
No wonder Jiang Beiyuan suddenly talked to her mother alone at that time.
No wonder the way Ma Xueyan looked at her changed from that moment on. He flattered her, looked at her as if he were looking at a money tree, and occasionally gave her chicken soup to replenish her health.
At that time, Jiang Beiyuan also lied to her, saying that he had given Ma Xueyan 100,000 yuan.
It turns out it’s not one hundred thousand, but one million.
I'm afraid he was afraid that she would get into trouble with him over money, so he deliberately said 100,000.
His good intentions and his secretiveness are still very moving when I think about them today.
"Hehe...hehe..."
Yan Nian laughed.
The laughter was bleak and filled with deep sadness.
I don't know if the sadness is for myself, Ma Xueyan, or Yan Yuming.
Her father, Yan Yuming, actually fabricated lies for thirteen years in order to give her a complete family.
Her father had been calculating for thirteen years, but failed to calculate that thirteen years later, the woman she asked to lie finally revealed her true colors after his death.
Sad, right
"Which hospital did my mother die in? Tell me!"
Yan Nian stared at the person in front of him.
Maybe her eyes were always too sharp, which made Ma Xueyan feel frightened. Now she answers whatever Yan Nian asks:
"Just... Second People's Hospital, why are you asking this?"
"Of course I'm going to find my mother, otherwise how could I still be at home guarding you, a lying, greedy and selfish woman like you?!"
Yan Nian was ruthless, with determination and resentment in every word.
The unspeakable pain in her heart was well hidden by her, and no one could see through it.
"You will no longer be my mother. I don't owe you anything. I really won't owe you anything this time!!"
She turned and left, and Ding Baoyi hurried to catch up.
Ma Xueyan sat alone, and after calming down her frightened feeling, she suddenly laughed at herself.
She looked into the distance, not knowing who she was looking at.
After a long time, his mouth moved twice,
"You two, father and daughter, are indeed very similar. You dare to love and hate. It's a pity that you died too early, too early..."
…
"It's okay, it's okay. If you want to cry, just cry!"
Ding Baoyi drove with one hand and patted Yan Nian's shoulder on the passenger seat with the other hand.
It was also the first time for her to see Yan Nian like this.
It seemed like all her negative emotions had exploded today.
Yan Nian didn't cry.
Her eyes were very red, but she didn't shed a single tear.
She stared blankly into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart. Her soul penetrated her body and looked down at the sad and dazed Yan Nian sitting in the car.
Her heart no longer felt pain, only her brain was still spinning, and the past scenes were passing by.
The previous Ma Xueyan was considered a good wife and mother. Although she had shortcomings, she at least knew how to care about her. She would hold her hand across the street when she came home from school, and would buy her strawberry cake and honey buns when she made progress in her exams. .
But now that he thinks of this, Yan Nian only feels ironic.
Because they are all fake.
The beauty of the past thirteen years was like a mirror, but now the mirror is cracked, and the cruelty and hypocrisy of reality have penetrated through the gaps in the mirror and been revealed. Those past can never be returned to.
Even if you put it together, it won't work.
She recalled that she had her first menstrual period when she was eleven years old, and the pain was excruciating the first time.
His father, Yan Yuming, didn't know who to ask for a folk remedy to treat dysmenorrhea. Every time she had dysmenorrhea, he would make soup for her. Day after day, she would feel much better after drinking it just once. Her belly would be warm and comfortable. very.
Later her father died.
No one makes soup for her anymore.
She began to eat haise without any fear, and was not afraid of anything hot, sour, or sweet.
I had pain several times in high school.
She doesn't care, she still goes her own way.
After that, there was no pain anymore.
But her menstrual flow became less and less, and until today, she finally tasted the retribution.
"arrive."
Ding Baoyi's words brought Yan Nian's thoughts back.
Yan Nian didn't say anything about getting off the car.
Ding Baoyi grabbed her and unbuckled her front seat belt.
"After all these years, what else do you know?"
"have no idea… "
Yan Nian said blankly.
"My dad is dead. My dad can't tell me about my mom. I don't want to hear about my mom from that woman. She doesn't deserve to talk about my mom."
"Okay then, let me ask you. There should be records in the hospital."
"Um… "
Just as he was about to get off the car, his cell phone rang suddenly.
It's Yan Nian's.
The caller ID above said "husband".
(End of chapter)