"Sister, why did you keep all these things?" Looking at the broken and dirty things, Lingyan couldn't help but complained.
Lingxuan looked at a dilapidated doll that Lingyan was pointing at, her eyes were full of memories, she couldn't help explaining with a smile: "This thing was made for me by my mother, and it was someone who didn't have it outside. Pick up that doll, she The corners of the mouth are full of good memories. At that time, I was the happiest. I didn’t understand anything, only knowing that my parents loved me very much.
A trace of envy flashed in Lingyan's eyes. She had never owned something made by her mother herself - she had never seen her own aunt. When I was young, I heard from the talkative old lady in the house that I knew that my aunt had conceived me in an improper way, and finally died because of giving birth to me, leaving nothing but me alone.
The nanny often said to herself, if it weren't for the kindness of the wife, how could she still have her own life.
Originally, I was also redundant.
Later, when she grew up, she saw her sister being hugged by her mother, showing that kind of gentle smile, which made her envious and wanted to get close to her sister, but her sister always didn't like her.
"Do you like it? Then give you a hug to see the envy and regret in her eyes. Lingxuan knows that she has lost her aunt since she was a child. No matter how good her mother is to her, she is only given good things. She has never really hugged her. In the past few years, I have been kind to her and cared about her very much. Sometimes, I even feel that Lingyan treats her like a mother.
Because I have the memory of my previous life, I don't think there is anything wrong with being treated like my mother when I am ten years old.
Lingyan hugged the doll that Lingxuan threw over, and rubbed it happily - it was carefully washed by the maids, and she was not worried about getting dirty.
Lingyan hugged the baby and didn't care about Lingxuan and Cha'er who were busy. Anyway, she didn't know what her mother gave her sister, and she couldn't help with anything, so it's better not to make trouble.
Rubbing the old doll, Lingyan's eyes flashed the feeling of her sister being hugged by her mother, and she felt unprecedented satisfaction in her heart.
"Ah, suddenly, there was a stabbing pain on her face, which made her throw the doll she was holding on the ground involuntarily.
"What's the matter?" Lingxuan put down the ruby gold hairpin in her hand, and asked anxiously.
"It hurts so much." Lingyan touched her cheek, said with red eyes and aggrieved.
"My servant cleaned it up well, why is there still something on the doll?" Cha'er suspiciously picked up the doll that was thrown on the ground, and examined it curiously, wondering what it might be that scratched Erxiu.
Lingxuan checked and found a red mark on one side of Lingyan's cheek, a bit scratched, but it was not serious at all, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There will be no traces after applying some ointment, don't worry, It won't turn ugly" sister Lingyan protested dissatisfied.
"Daxiu, Erxiu, after checking Cha'er carefully, he found something wrong with the doll, and immediately exclaimed.
"What?" Lingxuan took the doll, looked at the place Cha'er was pointing at, stretched out her hand and pulled open the doll's ears vigorously, and found a little trace of a golden lock inside, and there were also tooth marks. That's what hurt Yan'er.
Cha'er saw that Daxiu's strength could not tear it apart, so she took scissors from the embroidery basket on the side...