Ye Jian kept telling her secrets in a very calm tone, without sorrow or pain, only the ease of speaking.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I let you down. I can't let go of everything. All I can do is forget those things, those people. But you can rest assured that I will not do extreme things. I will get along with them. All the things they had for me in the previous life were buried in their hearts, and gradually forgotten with the end of Ye Zhifan's family."
"I think I will let it go, but it will take some time."
The villagers of Shuikou Village in the previous life all stood by Ye Ying's side and scolded her for seducing the teacher from the city. Later, as soon as Sun Dongqing went back to the village, she blatantly publicized what shameful things she had done outside. When Ye Ying returned from studying in France, the villagers We compared her with Ye Ying, and their dislike for her reached its peak.
Those inexplicable, follow-up injuries, even if they were to live again... Ye Jian still didn't let go.
Therefore, every time she came back, she smiled and declined the invitation of the villagers to sit in their homes, and she would never stay to eat. She really couldn't be calm without letting go.
This is Ye Jian’s deepest secret. Even facing an empty chair, it’s very difficult to say. Saying words that are hidden in the heart and buried in blood is like picking out from the depths of the soul. Every word is wrapped in a layer of blood.
Fortunately, she was able to face it calmly, although every word was like a cry of blood, but her expression was particularly relaxed.
There was a faint bark from a dog, awakening Ye Jian who was talking, but she blinked her eyes lightly, and the old man who seemed to be sitting in a big chair listening to her talk disappeared with a kind smile, and Ye Jian blinked again. After blinking, the smile at the corner of her mouth, facing the empty chair, deepened.
She knew what she had said, and she knew that she was just talking to herself all the time. She just wanted to say it, telling the secret that was covered to the bone and blood,... I felt much more comfortable when she said it.
That's it, you don't need others to know this secret anymore, just know it yourself.
Ye Jian, who took a deep breath, stood up, her brows in the light looked like a clear lotus in the first clear after rain, but she was strong after wind and rain.
The fire in the kitchen had started, and Ye Jian, who had added dry wood, set up the copper bottle cage with water, and after washing her hands, she opened a waterproof and moisture-proof leather bag.
Her expression was solemn, and when she took out the items in the cowhide bag, Ye Jian even felt a little trembling in her fingertips.
This is what she just took out from the mezzanine of the closet, and it is her mother's relic.
Two diaries, she opened the first diary while keeping warm.
The diary records the daily life of a soldier, and also records the female soldier's love.
"The one I love has no news again, as if just disappeared. He disappeared, but I was pregnant, leaving his blood to remind me that being in love with him is not a dream."
"I went back to the village again and married an honest and honest young man in a neighboring village. He was also a poor man, a poor man who could not have his own child for a lifetime. He said, I am also a poor man."
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Ye Jian turned slowly and read carefully, line by line, let her walk into her mother's life, knowing how strong her mother is.
But I also feel distressed for my mother. Unmarried and having a child was undoubtedly shocking in that era. Fortunately, my mother met my father, had a home, and then had her own birth.