Yan Zihui was wearing a wide black hooded sweatshirt, and her steps hurriedly walked in the wet silk rain.

She didn't have an umbrella, and the rain was not heavy but heavy. The rain in autumn comes and goes no more quickly than the thundershowers in summer, and it may end after a few thunderstorms. The autumn rain is cold and lingers for a long time.

Yan Zihui took the hat off his sweatshirt and walked with his head down, but looked across the road from time to time.

She seemed to be looking for something. Finally, after walking a few blocks, she found a newsstand. "Uncle, do you still have yesterday's newspaper?"

The newsstand uncle rustled a string of numbers on a piece of paper, and asked without raising his head: "Yesterday's newspaper, which newspaper do you want?"

Yan Zihui took out his mobile phone and swiped a few times. "City Newspaper. ”

"Probably, you wait a minute. ”

Uncle Newsstand asked Yan Zihui to wait, but he didn't bring her the newspaper, but continued to write the numbers on the paper.

The rain became more and more dense, and after hitting the body, it would be wet into the coat after a while. "Uncle, can you get the newspaper for me first? I'm in a hurry. ”

Uncle Newsstand raised his eyelids and said impatiently: "What kind of newspaper do you read, how convenient it is to swipe on your mobile phone now, what is there on your mobile phone, why do you come to buy newspapers?"

He leaned down to pick up the newspaper and continued to mumble. "I just figured out a set of numbers and there is a lot of hope for tomorrow's draw. Well, when you called it, I forgot about it!"

He pulled one out of a stack of newspapers and threw it on the counter of the newsstand. "Three pieces. ”

Yan Zihui took out a whole piece of money from his pocket and gave it to him.

"You girl, are you joking? The newspaper is only three yuan, and you give me a hundred yuan bill, are you embarrassing me? You scan the code to pay, I don't have change, I can't find it." ”

Uncle Newsstand doesn't want to see Yan Zihui anymore.

"I can't sweep it. Yan Zihui stood in the rain, feeling that her hands were cold and about to stiffen.

"You're young, you can't sweep this? ”

"You don't need to find money, you can give me those newspapers together. Yan Zihui pointed to the rest.

There are only a few copies of the newspaper for three yuan a piece, and all of them are sold for one hundred yuan, such a good thing, of course Uncle Newsstand will not miss it. He immediately changed his attitude. "It's raining outside, the newspaper is going to be wet, I'll find you a bag to put it in. ”

Yan Zihui threw the money on the counter and took the newspaper he handed over. "Uncle, buying a grave these days is better than buying lottery tickets for insurance, and when you die, you can put your ashes in a place, and the lottery is a silent thing. The rest of the money I spent buying the newspaper will be donated to you. ”

Yan Zihui took the newspaper and turned around and left, and the newsstand uncle rushed out of the newsstand, stood in the dripping rain, and scolded.

……

She ran home with the newspaper in her arms. As soon as she opened the door, she looked at the newspaper, and one was not wet. She took off her wet sweatshirt and walked to her bedroom.

Sitting on the floor of her bedroom, she repeatedly looked at the news that Wu Dequan had published in the newspaper.

Newspapers are outdated, but the demand for information on a daily basis has reached its peak. In order to cater to the needs of the public, editors and reporters of major websites are afraid of opening their own windows every day, so they will not let go of anything.

Compared with which new Internet celebrity the son of an industry giant has found, the Wu family's play is even more intriguing. It is another peak and loop, and it is nine bends and eighteen bends, which has whetted everyone's appetite. As soon as Wu Dequan's news came out, for these people, it was like being automatically sent to the door, so they would not let it go, and today the news was uploaded from the newspaper to the Internet.

Yan Zihui couldn't bear it, she didn't know what was so good about this quiet. Not only Wu Junke never forgets her, but even his parents are like this, and now they openly recognize her as a goddaughter.

She remembered what Wu Junke said to Jing Jing on the corridor of the hospital that day, and after she turned to leave, Wu Junke looked at her departing back, and there was no other person except for gloomy sadness. She remembered that Qiao Fangyin's words were all protective of quiet, but she had no mercy for her.

Thinking of this, Yan Zihui tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds. The paper was torn, overlapped and torn again, and the layers were so thick that she couldn't tear them anymore. But anger and jealousy let her out of control, and she bit it with her teeth, trying to make the newspaper more shattered, broken like ashes, or she wanted to crush the quiet to ashes.

Her door was gently pushed open, and Liu Meng walked in with a plate. "Zihui, seeing that you came back just now and it was raining, I cooked chicken soup and brought you a bowl. ”

"I don't drink. Yan Zihui's side was littered with shredded newspapers.

Liu Meng put the chicken soup on the desk in front of the window. Squatted down and picked up the shredded newspapers on the floor.

Yan Zihui said coldly: "Don't touch it." ”

Liu Meng took the trash can from under the desk, and put the garbage in his hand into it. "Zihui, what's wrong with you, you have such a big temper?"

"Don't ask. Yan Zihui sat on the floor at the end of the bed, looking out the window without blinking.

"Zihui, don't sit on the ground, now that the weather is cold, you will ......"

Yan Zihui interrupted Liu Meng's words with a roar. "Don't talk anymore! What about the cold, I'm not even afraid of death, am I still afraid of the cold?"

Liu Meng, who was squatting on the floor and cleaning up, was frightened by Yan Zihui and sat on the ground. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong? You don't know what's wrong with me?"

Yan Zihui took out another newspaper and flipped to that page with trembling hands. "Look, see for yourself! Wu Dequan admitted that he was quiet as his goddaughter,"

Liu Meng knew Wu Dequan, but she didn't know who Quiet was. She took the newspaper and read it, but Yan Zihui snatched it back and threw it on the ground. "What to see, is it useful to watch?"

"Zihui, don't be angry first, you Uncle Wu ......"

Yan Zihui's violent state did not give Liu Meng a chance to finish a complete sentence at all.

"Do you know who this quiet is? It's Junke's previous fiancée, they can't get married, this woman is ghostly!

"Zihui ......"

Yan Zihui covered her ears, she tried her best to hook her toes in. The old man with her neck stretched out looked at Liu Meng fiercely.

"Don't call me Zihui anymore, every sentence is like a conjuring spirit, do you know how much I hate this name? Every time you call me, I think of Yan Weicheng and Yan Zichang!"

"Okay, okay, I won't call anymore, not again. Can you calm down first?" Liu Meng begged Yan Zihui.

"Calm down, how calm am I! It's all you, since you were already going to divorce that devil in the first place, why do you want to go back! Why do you want to take me with you when you go back, you should have beaten me, you hurt me!"

These are the words that Yan Zihui buried deep in his heart, and now he is like a knife, slashing at Liu Meng's spine with a knife.

Liu Meng sat on the floor with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all my fault. ”

"Is it useful for you to admit your mistakes now? Is it useful? Look at me, you take a good look at me! Am I a human or a ghost, you tell me?"

Yan Zihui grabbed Liu Meng's arm and shook her vigorously.

Liu Meng wanted to call Yan Zihui's name again, but fear and guilt made her stop immediately. "It's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay. Junke is good, but you can't force it too much, you're going to drive yourself crazy. ”

Yan Zihui pushed Liu Meng away. "Crazy? Who's not crazy now?"

Yan Zihui pointed to himself and said, "I! They all think I'm sick." It's because I'm sick that Junke will pity me, I need him to be pitiful, I need him to give charity, to keep him. ”

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become a fish under the sword! If it weren't for Yan Weicheng, Jun Ke and I wouldn't have been separated! If it weren't for him who caused our life and death, how could that woman have a chance to snatch my Jun Ke!"

Yan Zihui clenched her fists tightly and banged on the floor, sparing no effort with every blow.

Liu Meng grabbed Yan Zihui's hand distressedly. "Don't do this, don't do that, child, I beg you, don't do this. ”

"Mom, tell me, what am I wrong about, what did I do wrong? Why did God punish me like this? Born in such a family, I have been loved by thousands of people since I was a child, but I am a wild seed. Junke is so perfect, we could have lived a life that everyone would have envied, but it was gone. Why always give me the best, but the ending is so bleak and terrible. ”

Yan Zihui pulled Liu Meng's arm. "Mom, tell me why? Why? Why?"

Liu Meng couldn't answer, her heart had been torn apart. She hugged Yan Zihui. "I was wrong, it's all my fault, don't torture yourself anymore. ”

"Mom, you know, Junke doesn't love me anymore. Aunt Fangyin hated me so much, I went to visit her in the hospital, and she drove me away! Mom, her Xiao An is sad, but what about me? How many times have I almost died, I used to be her daughter-in-law, why didn't she feel sorry for me at all?"

Yan Zihui fell on Liu Meng's shoulder exhausted. "What did I do wrong, I lived so hard, but why is it worse than death now?"

Liu Meng felt the same way, she was alive but scared her more than death.

Yan Zihui was tired of crying, shouted tired, and fell asleep leaning on Liu Meng.

The mother and daughter sat on the floor, and Liu Meng slowly pulled a thin quilt from the bed and covered Yan Zihui's body.

Liu Meng let her rely on herself. She looked out the window, tears flooding her eyes again and again.

The branches of the tree were swaying back and forth in the wind, and the leaves began to drift away. Everything looks so lonely.

Liu Meng touched Yan Zihui's forehead, her hair, and her face. Everywhere I touched it, I remembered that she was almost covered in bruises.

"Son, Mommy is sorry for you. Sleep, sleep well. ”

Liu Meng's slender arm wrapped around Yan Zihui's shoulder and patted her gently, but Yan Zihui still leaned on her with her eyes closed.

"You used to like me to hold you and sing to you the most. I'll sing it to you today, too. ”

Liu Meng's voice is very good, and like her name, you can fall asleep by listening to her singing.

She sang in a low voice: The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, and the shade of the trees shades the window lattice. Crickets, crickets, like the sound of the strings......

Liu Meng sang, Yan Zihui fell asleep, leaning on Liu Meng's shoulder, tears flowed out of her closed eyes.

Liu Meng doesn't know how long he sang it or how many times he sang it. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?