When her daughter is coming, let her come happily and go back happily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She must not be made to worry about herself.

She can hate herself and be afraid of herself, but she can't feel sorry for herself.

Jiang bent his lips and smiled, got out of bed to wash and change.

While Yi Cui was happy, he was a little worried. When she gave Jiang's rosary to Taiwei a few years ago, Taiwei was not yet ten years old and still looked like a child. What is the current Taiwei, what kind of character is it?

Yi Cui replied happily but worriedly.

The news was quickly sent to Jixiangyuan.

Taiwei guessed that this path would work, but when she saw that it had really happened, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. She didn't hesitate and quickly scheduled a lunchtime meeting.

It's better to choose a day than to hit the day.

It's good today.

After Jiang Shi found out, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and looked for clothes for a long time.

She first picked out a red outfit, which seemed too showy to think about, and threw it back into the box. She didn't care about dressing up for a long time, whether it was gorgeous or not, beautiful or not, it had nothing to do with her.

If you can wear it, if you can use it, you can use it.

The red dress she worked so hard to find was still the clothes of her early years. Although Yi Cui took good care of it, it also had an old taste for a long time.

She is like this garment, which seems to be intact, but it is rotten inside.

She is so faint that she doesn't know what to think.

Jiang sat in front of the mirror, carefully studying his eyebrows. When Taiwei was a child, she was born quite like her, but now that she has grown, I don't know if she still looks like her.

――I'm afraid, it's not like that.

Jiang thought to himself.

Years of vegetarian life have made her body feel a lot clearer.

Her eye sockets looked sunken due to the heavy shadows. The plump and full cheeks of his youth have also dried up a lot. The ruddy touch on the top has long since passed with the years. But fortunately, the eyes of the people in the mirror are still clear.

This is more important than anything else.

Jiang asked Yicui to put out the rouge gouache that she hadn't used for many years.

By the time noon approached and Taiwei came over, Jiang looked completely new. She was gorgeously dressed, dressed up, her face greased and powdered, and she was in good spirits.

In Yi Cui's opinion, such a Jiang family is like a different person.

But in Taiwei's opinion, her mother was born so thin.

Even though she is dressed in brocade, her face is ruddy, and her fragrance is pink, but her thinness and her nervousness are still unobstructed.

Mother was deliberately dressed up.

Taiwei sighed secretly in her heart.

The crape myrtle garden during the day was no different from what she saw when she came alone that night.

The same quiet, the same loneliness.

When she entered the door, she saw the woman under the porch.

The mother's elaborate dress is so distinct from this small and lonely simple courtyard.

Taiwei stepped forward step by step, and her mother stepped back step by step.

She was retreating almost unconsciously.

It seems that he is afraid to approach his daughter.

Taiwei walked to the bottom of the platform and stood still.

She called out "mother", and her voice was steady, without a single trill. What she revealed was a calm and harmless appearance.

The bright early summer sun poured over her shoulders in large swaths.

The girl's eyebrows, eyes and facial features are thus reflected more gently and moving.

Her jet-black hair was dyed a faint blonde.

Her amber pupils were deep and deep because of the backlight.

Jiang stood under the porch, holding the pillar with his hand, and looked at his daughter not far away.

She was born really good-looking.

Jiang's eyes were red and full of tears, but soon her face changed, and she hurriedly turned her face away. She thought she wouldn't think of that scene again, but the moment she saw Taiwei, the girl who had lost her eyes and was covered in blood still crawled out of her mind......

The child, looking at her with black eyes, called her "mother" and "mother" in a heart-rending manner—one more frightened and weaker than the other.

She wanted to save her pretty aunt like that.

However, there was nothing she could do but watch the child die in front of her after being humiliated.

The child, who was only ten years old, suffered a catastrophe that she could not even imagine.

Jiang propped his hands on the pillars and breathed heavily.

She can't be like this, can't be like this anymore!

Her tiny, now thirteen years old, is standing in front of her alive and well!

Jiang raised a hand and covered his eyes.

Tears welled up and dried up.

The makeup on her face has been spent.

The big girl Yicui stood on the other side from a distance, and when she saw this scene, she approached anxiously and supported the Jiang family. Jiang gently pushed her hand away, and said in a suppressed voice: "Lead the girl into the door and sit down, and I will come later." ”

Yi Cui was a little worried, but seeing that Taiwei was still standing there, she had to listen to Jiang's instructions and invite Taiwei to go in and sit down first.

Seeing this, Taiwei didn't say a word, just silently followed her inside.

When she walked under the porch, she glanced sideways at Jiang.

Jiang turned his back to them, still standing in place.

Taiwei looked at her thin back, and her heart sank slightly.

Although she wanted to see her mother, but now that she did, her mind was in chaos. Will her mother be good? How sure is she that she will be able to change her mother's fate?

Her mother died in Laba this year.

After her mother died, she never ate a bite of Laba porridge again.

She thought that her mother could get through it, but is it really feasible for such a mother?

Taiwei's heart was unusually heavy.

But in the heaviness, I feel empty.

She followed Yi Cui into the house.

There are few tables and chairs inside, and there are few furnishings, and at a glance, you can see all the corners and corners. The inside of the crape myrtle garden is even more humble than the outside of the courtyard.

The father did not stop the mother, and he had a reason.

No matter what the truth is, as long as the mother is still Mrs. Jing Ningbo for a day, she can enjoy her wealth and glory for a day. Even if her grandmother doesn't like her, even if she can't preside over the middle feeding and raising her children, she will not be left behind if she should have her.

In Ziwei Garden, it is so simple, she can only be willing to do so.

Was her almost ascetic life a punishment for herself?

Taiwei was led into the seat by Yi Cui.

The table is not big and there are only two chairs around.

She had come at this hour to prepare for a meal with her mother.

Tai glanced at the dishes on the table.

She knew about her mother's vegetarian diet, but in front of her, it was full of meat dishes, and there was only one vegetarian one.

There are a lot of dishes and a lot of bowls.

She turned her head to look at Yi Cui.

Yi Cui smiled and set chopsticks for her and explained: "Madame knew that you were coming, so she specially asked the slave maid to go to the big kitchen to get some more things back." Do you still like these dishes?"

Taiwei looked in the direction of her finger.