Lin Xiangjiu suddenly saw his old and ugly self from the black pupils, in tattered clothes, black and thin, with unkempt hair like a wild ghost, still the kind of wild ghost who was about to go bald.

She also seemed to smell the sour smell of herself, which she hadn't bathed in a long time.

Lin Xiangjiu's gaze returned to the diary and stopped moving.

She also once had such a diary, and the cover was also printed with portraits and quotations of great people, in which she recorded famous quotes and also remembered the thoughts of young girls.

She used to have such a fair face and bright eyes, and she was a well-known and pleasing woman in ten miles and eight towns, and the person who came to propose marriage almost broke through the threshold.

She used to use clam oil, which other girls could not use, and wore a new and good shirt, and all the girls in the village were envious of her, and all the young men looked at her with admiration.

Since when did she become like this?

Lin Xiang thought blankly for a long time.

Zhao Erlai's beautiful sweet words and vows, the wildflowers and plastic hairpins that Zhao Erlai gave her, Zhao Erlai proposed to his father, but his father disagreed, and the two brothers beat him out.

Zhao Erlai came to her in the dark, and the two of them cried silently until dawn through the nailed window.

She quarreled with her father and brother and fought coldly, looking for death and life, and Shuimi refused to touch her teeth.

In the end, her father and brother compromised and prepared a rich dowry, and she got what she wanted and married Zhao Erlai.

At that time, she wore a bride's red cotton jacket and newly made red cotton shoes embroidered with flowers, and her mother gave her a pair of silver bracelets handed down by her grandmother.

At that time, she was still beautiful, proud, and with a spirit of not admitting defeat, she vowed to live a personal life, so that her father and brother could see that her choice was right!

However, since when did Zhao Erlai stop going home?

Since when did her waist no longer soften, her eyes no longer bright, she cut off the beautiful long hair that made her proud, and she couldn't care about washing her face and cleaning herself up every day, like an old cow, struggling to pull a car dozens of times heavier than her, and the Zhao family and a large family sat in the car.

Her bent back never straightened again.

Just a few months ago, the pair of silver bracelets her mother gave her were also sold by her to Zhao Sanmao to raise money for tuition.

That was her last dowry, and the others had been sold out one after another in the past decade or so.

When she was selling bracelets, she used to hate her mother, why couldn't her father and mother help her? Why couldn't they lend her money? Why didn't her second brother, who had loved her since childhood, not lend her a penny?

But now that I think of the dowry that she sold in pieces, I suddenly understand that my father and brother have given her a lot, and she wants too much.

Lin Zijin saw that Lin Xiangjiu was in a daze, a little overwhelmed, she was not very close to this aunt in her previous life, and she subconsciously did not want to have more contact with Lin Xiangjiu.

Because many times, Lin Zijin feels that her fate is similar to Lin Xiangjiu, but Lin Xiangjiu is more unlucky.

Lin Xiang has lived without self for a long time, and she was no better in her previous life.

In her previous life, her salary in the first few years of marriage was subsidized to her in-laws, and she was reluctant to wear a new dress during the Chinese New Year, but she bought new clothes for her in-laws and sister-in-law to take back.

Fortunately, she understood later, but she understood and crossed.

Lin Zijin shook his head, unwilling to recall the past, and stuffed the notebook to Lin Xiangjiu.

Lin Xiangjiu took the notebook in Lin Zijin's hand, his eyes swept over the hands of the two, and he raised his eyes to ,-->>