Yes, she shouldn't.

But why are they?

Why did they accuse her like this, even before that, they treated her as if she were dead!

Her mother was sad, her mother was so weak that the family did not dare to mention her existence...... So, is it her fault?

Ridiculous.

From the bottom of my heart, I just want to laugh coldly.

It was obvious that they abandoned her, but in the blink of an eye, she was a sinner.

Is it fair for them to be able to let a child die by themselves, just because they don't want to face it, so what about her? She doesn't know anything, she survives tremblingly, and now she comes to accuse her, is it fair to her?!

The divorced mother and father are here after all.

Come to see the daughter they thought was dead.

When she was taken to Xiao Yufeng's guest room by Gu Xiqian, she suddenly remembered that it had been two days since she had a bad break with her so-called younger siblings last time.

"Aunt Qingning is a very good person and very gentle. ”

Gu Xiqian looked at the motionless Liluo standing in front of the door and comforted.

There was a faint laughter in the house, it was the delicate voice of Liwan who was sweetly coaxing something, and the silent brother also obediently echoed, and after a long time, the woman's gentle voice sounded, and after a while, there was a soft laughter in the room.

She stood in the doorway, and for a moment she only felt a little redundant.

The mother and son in the house are filial and enjoy the joy of family, and what is she going to do?

She could have found an excuse to shirk, after all, they had no right to interfere with any of her decisions, but in the end, she still came with Gu Xiqian.

There was a faint longing in her eyes that she hadn't even noticed.

Gu Xiqian patted the girl's tense shoulder, thoughtfully left her here and left alone.

She bit her lower lip, a little confused. In fact, resentment, anger, and indifference are still breeding in her heart, but in the end, they can't resist her nostalgia for the warmth she once had - maybe over the years, she has lived an extremely difficult life, so those that make her feel warm are even more difficult to let go. For example, the friendship with her peers, such as the love affair with An Yunan, and the love of her parents who once had.

She took a deep breath, nervous.

Probably her younger siblings also sensed her mother's nervousness, and accompanied Yu Qingning to say sentence after sentence.

When Liluo pushed the door open, he heard Liwanrong and Liqifeng being coquettish with Yu Qingning.

"Mother, I haven't worn new clothes for a long time. The woman's sweet voice rang out.

"Me too. The boy chimed in.

"You're not!" the woman said angrily, "A few days ago, my mother made a new set of clothes for you, why do you still want it!

"Then you're not, the eldest lady who left home is short of clothes to wear!" The young man was not convinced, "Your clothes, including shoes, are sewn by your mother for you, you are not greedy enough!"

"You!" the woman was very angry, "my mother does it so good-looking, I like it, my mother will naturally do it for me, so I am not greedy." As he spoke, he snuggled up to the woman coquettishly, tilted his head and winked, and said sweetly, "Are you right, mother~"

The girl heard a helpless, tolerant chuckle, and then a gentle voice sounded only in memory.

"Yes, yes, since our family Rong'er likes it so much, my mother will naturally do it, of course, you are indispensable, Qi Feng. ”

"But as a sister, don't bully your brother like this. ”

"Mother, you really don't like me anymore, it's obviously Qi Feng who bullied me!"

"Sister, if you talk nonsense like this again, I will swear to ignore you for two months!"

Noisy, playful, yet extremely warm, this kind of atmosphere is pitiful, even hard to find.

Since she was a child, she has been burdened with hatred, life and death, and loneliness, which makes her want to have it and strange at the same time, so strange that she subconsciously wants to escape.

She held her breath, afraid of disturbing her, and before she could distinguish her emotions at the moment, she had already subconsciously turned around and prepared to go back.

It's a pity that my mind is in a mess, and the breath that I just subconsciously hid was exposed at once.

"Who?!"

The boy's voice was childish and fierce, and he came out of the back room almost immediately.

When she saw the indifferent girl, she was stunned again, and wanted to call her sister, but she couldn't call her after opening her mouth a few times, and finally she only said dryly.

"You're here. ”

"Who's coming?"

A gentle voice sounded in the room, probably this is the sensitivity of a mother, and after feeling the strange silence in the outhouse, Yu Qingning's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, is she coming?"

The sound of rustling in the house sounded, as if Yu Qingning was about to walk out, the chair touched it, and the word "careful" was also accompanied by it.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched extremely long.

She saw that the woman, dressed in a gold gauze skirt and a pale pink feather satin cloak, was carefully helping the woman out.

The woman was still as she remembered, with gentle eyes and brows, as if all the pain of the world could be removed from her body by watching it like that, and the delicate face, which she loved most in her childhood, was that she leaned down and rubbed her face playfully, causing her to giggle, and the soft but warm embrace, which had been her sweetest sleep.

No, there are different ones.

Her brow furrowed, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, not like the occasional sorrow.

- She may not have understood it before, but now she does, because they didn't get home then.

But when they went home, she had no home.

Thinking of this, the slight emotion in her expression faded, and she returned to an indifferent appearance, looking at Liwanrong on the side.

She only glanced at her, but when she thought of what they had just said, she couldn't help but look at her, on her beautiful dress—I heard that every year they had at least one of their mother's doing, even though they looked like they were all that old.

She didn't want to care about any of this, but when she accidentally met the woman's perceptive eyes with a hint of pity and self-satisfaction, shame almost instantly flooded her whole head, especially when her eyes were on her waist!

She remembered for a moment what was hanging on her waist—the pear blossom sachet that she had worn out since she was a child.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to have exposed all these years of entanglement, resentment, but irresistible nostalgia, and fragility through this sachet!

At this moment, she seemed to be like an unclothed beggar who suddenly came to the beautifully dressed crowd.

She couldn't even look up!

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