There is no record of such a thing as changing her life against the sky, and there is no one to teach her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。 “

For Taiwei, it is a blessing and a curse to see the heavenly machine and return from rebirth. All she knew was that her grandmother didn't have their granddaughters in her heart. As long as the grandmother lived, they would not be able to live in peace.

Sanniang, Siniang and others, they can't ask for anything, so don't mention it.

But Xiao Qi grew up day by day, and when she was old enough to be able to "sell", how could her grandmother let her go?

Since grandmothers don't treat them as blood relatives, why should they respect her?

She has lived for more than 20 years inexplicably, but she has only a few impressions of her father.

His weight in her life was nothing more than that.

Even if they met, talked, or even ate at the same table this time, it didn't change anything. Although they were father and daughter, they had never been close to each other, she didn't know what kind of person he was, and he didn't really know her.

Taiwei said indifferently: "Without grandmother and father, the rest of the people are not afraid." ”

What's more, the fate of his father is already in front of him. All she had to do was not meddle. Tai Wei looked at her surprised mother, and said calmly: "Do you think, is this the truth?"

Grandmother can't stay, father can't trust, and he is really cornered, so he can only take a murderous road.

There is such a thing as human nature, even if the gods make a move, they can't figure it out. When it's time for either you to die or me to die, what else can I do?

Taiwei's eyebrows revealed a cold cruel meaning.

Jiang Shi was shocked, her daughter was born a little similar to her, but her temperament was very different. She was as timid as a mouse, and she would exclaim when she saw a bug, but when she talked about killing, she didn't even blink her eyes.

She has heard a lot of things from Taiwei's mouth, and she also knows that when Taiwei ran away from marriage, she had set a fire.

But that fire didn't really burn Zhou Ding'an.

Speaking of which, it can't be considered homicide.

However, looking at Taiwei's appearance, he was really ruthless and ruthless, and Jiang couldn't help asking: "Aunt Qiao, have you ever killed someone?"

The woman's voice trembled, sliding gently from her lips.

Taiwei sighed and said, "Not much." ”

Not much, that is, there is.

Jiang Shi's breathing was light, his legs were weak, and he sat back and sat back: "Who is it?"

Taiwei looked at her and didn't speak.

Jiang Shi looked back and stared into her eyes for a while before slowly coming to his senses. She was confused, and even asked such a question, that is, Taiwei told her name, and she didn't know who was who and what it meant.

Jiang let out a long sigh and asked softly, "Are there good people?"

Taiwei was stunned and laughed: "Of course not." ”

Jiang stared at her eyes firmly, as if trying to distinguish the real from the fake.

The girl's pupils were naturally amber, clear and clean, flawless, and Jiang couldn't see anything. She seemed helpless, but also relieved, looked at her daughter and sighed again, and said sneeringly: "Speaking of which, these eyes of yours are really like that old ancestor." ”

This kind of eye color is not unusual, but it is not uncommon to say that it is not unusual.

After all, in a few generations, there is only one Taiwei.

When Jiang had just given birth to Taiwei, Taiwei's grandmother was still alive. The old lady was in poor health, she had been sick and bedridden for a long time, and she only wanted to see her granddaughter before she died.

But it's not easy to take a child to see a patient.

The baby is weak, and if it passes, it will be bad.

Although Mrs. Qi saw that Taiwei was a girl, she was full of dislike, but she refused to agree to Jiang's request, and only said that she wanted to go only to Jiang's alone, and wanted to take the child with her, but there was no door.

Jiang said again, she scolded Jiang for not being a mother, and even disregarding the safety of the child.

As for Jiang's mother's dying wishes, she didn't care at all.

In the end, it was Qi Yuanzhang who wanted to personally escort Jiang's mother and daughter back to Jiang's house, and Mrs. Qi had nothing to say.

The daughter-in-law can be trained casually, but the son can't. She only has such a son, and she can talk well, but she still has to talk well.

It was Jiang who finally took Taiwei to see his mother.

At that time, Mrs. Jiang was already terminally ill, and when she saw her granddaughter, she seemed to be back to the light, and she was in good spirits. She was on the hospital bed, carefully looking at Xiao Taiwei's eyebrows, and suddenly laughed and said, this child's eyes are like ancestors'.

The baby's eyes were large and round, like the finest glass beads.

The figures are reflected in it, as clear as if they are looking in a mirror.

Jiang listened to his mother's words and realized that it was indeed the same.

It looks like it, and so does the color.

However, what kind of old ancestor was born, the Jiang family had not seen. What she had seen with her own eyes was only a small portrait. The edges of the paper have been slightly yellowed due to years of preservation.

It's just two palm-sized pieces of paper.

The picture on it is a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, looking very young.

Apricot eyes and peach cheeks, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a very moving smile.

It's just that the dress on her body, at a glance, shows that it looks like many years ago. Now it seems that it is too old. The style of the flower between the eyebrows is more like a person in an ancient book.

Jiang, who was still a girl at the time, stumbled upon the statue and secretly asked her mother.

Her mother smiled and told her that the person in the portrait was their ancestor.

People from a few generations ago are naturally very old.

After the mother finished speaking, she sighed again, and the smile on her face faded and faded, and finally there was nothing left. Jiang couldn't understand his mother's expression, so he could only hear his mother sigh and say that it was reported that the old ancestor died in the year he painted this small portrait.

Jiang was surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly asked his mother how he died.

At a young age, was it an illness, or did it have an accident?

The girl in the portrait is obviously smiling so happily, how can she say that it is gone?

Especially since this person is still a person who is connected to them by blood. I didn't know it before, but now that I know, I always feel uncomfortable in my heart.

Jiang Shi chased after his mother and asked repeatedly.

It's both curiosity and trepidation.

My mother, who was young at the time, saw that she was pestering and refused to let go, so she told her.

However, after the mother finished speaking, Jiang was a little disappointed.

It turned out that no one knew how the ancestor on the portrait died. She disappeared in the autumn of the year in which the statue was painted, and has not been heard from since, and has not been seen again.

When Jiang first saw the portrait, he thought she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he didn't expect that when his mother said that she was missing, she was actually eighteen years old.

Not only that, but when she disappeared, she had a child.