Coming out of Zhuo Shiwen's study, Zhuo Meng stood at the top of the stairs, overlooking the empty house, and his heart was cold. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis place does not belong to her, the Zhuo family, it has never been a place that her Zhuo dream can deserve, the Zhuo family feels, even she thinks. Her home...... It's always been that place, it's always been.

Step by step, step by step, she walked as if she had lost her soul, and the steps under her feet were vain and bumpy.

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Summer days are always changeable, but when she wanders, lightning already appears in the sky.

The silver-white light shone brightly and darkly on her thin face, and in the dark night, her lonely figure looked even more desolate.

Pushing open the simple wooden door, Zhuo Meng stood in the small courtyard overgrown with grass, looking at the familiar house, the fog that had already accumulated in her eyes gradually condensed into rain and soaked her eyes.

She slowly approached the room, and the closer she got to it, the more intimate she felt...... It's all the same as it was.

This place carries so many good memories for her.

When she opened the door of memory, she could still smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, even though it was already an empty room. She lifted the corners of her mouth and stepped into the room, a familiar warmth coming over her, making her heart run through a warm current.

The furniture in the room had accumulated dust, and the familiar scenes crossed her mind, and she could still see the mother sitting on the sofa waiting for her to come home, with a gentle smile on her face.

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sneaked into the house, Zhuo Meng was still caught by his mother.

"Mom......"

Zhuo Meng, who had been playing outside for a day, got into her mother's arms as soon as she got home, she was afraid that she would be coquettish if she was too late to appease her mother's emotions, and her mother would blame her for messing around outside and punish her. Meng Xue was holding the little ball of meat in her arms, helpless and a little distressed, her index finger pointed at her little head, she was punishing it and it was not like it, it was more about her doting on her daughter.

"You, why are you so naughty."

She smiled innocently, ignoring her mother's scolding, and once again deftly burrowed into her mother's arms, like a cat, her hands tightly wrapped around her mother's waist, even if there was no flesh there, she felt that it was the warmest and most comfortable place.

"Mom...... Don't be angry with Yaya, Yaya promises not to go out to mess around in the future. ”

She swore by it, but how could Meng Xue, who was a mother, not know her tricks, and she was still very skeptical of her assurance.

"Can you believe your promise?"

"Can ......!"

With her little head held high, she reassured her mother with great seriousness. Meng Xue closed her mouth and held back her laughter, and hugged her child again.

"Yes, Mom believes."

She shook her body slightly, and her expression became a little lonely.

"Of course Mom believes Yaya...... Yaya is so cute and so well-behaved, my mother likes Yaya the most...... Your dad will love Yaya's ...... too."

Her mother gently shook her body, so comfortable, and she was the happiest in her mother's arms at that time. At that time, she was so happy and protected by her mother.

In the familiar scene, Zhuo Meng smiled gently, because she could see her mother everywhere.

When she passed by the hall, she could see her mother immersed in handicrafts, when she passed by the kitchen, she could see her mother sweating profusely while cooking, and when she passed by the room, she could see her mother holding her hand and teaching her to write under the lamp......

But these are all phantoms that she can never touch again. Her mother is gone, many years ago. She knelt on the edge of the wooden bed where her mother had left, her hand touching the cold plank, and she could still feel her mother's last breath.

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"Yaya ......"

It was when Zhuo Meng was six years old, and it was also when her mother finally called her nickname, at that time, Meng Xue had been tortured by tuberculosis to the point that she had no human form, and that day, Xu's mother quietly took her away from Zhuo's house and brought her to her side.

At that time, she was still a maid, still a crybaby, standing in front of her mother's hospital bed, she cried a lot.

Meng Xue also cried, but she didn't cry out loud, even if the tears slipped into her mouth and fainted, she didn't say a word when it was so bitter. Reaching out, she stroked her daughter's wet little face, and she forced herself to smile.

"Yaya doesn't cry, there is a mother ......"

Even if her mother said this, Zhuo Meng couldn't stop crying, she was really afraid that her mother would leave like this, and she would never see her again. Meng Xue also knew that she couldn't stop her daughter's sadness, she could only hold back her crying and not make her maid even more sad.

"Do you remember, Yaya, my mother sent you back to Zhuo's house to tell you."

"Remember...... Remember...... Yaya remembered that her mother told Yaya that when Yaya grew up, she should be sensible, and she would take care of herself in the future, and she would take care of her father for her mother. ”

When she mentioned "Dad", Meng Xue's tears flowed more, and even her voice was mixed with crying.

"Yaya is so good, do you remember what your mother said...... You have to remember that you have to take care of your father for your mother, which your mother has not been able to do, and you have to help your mother do it, you know? ”

"Yes."

She cried and agreed. Hearing her daughter's assurance, she looked away with confidence and looked at Xu Zishan, who was also teary-eyed behind Zhuo Meng.

"Thank you for bringing Yaya to see me."

Xu Zishan squeezed back the tears in her eyes and looked at this poor and pathetic woman, who pretended to be indifferent on her face.

"It's nothing, I just pity you."

Meng Xue understands her, she has always been a good person, and it is good to be able to pity her.

"Thank you."

Again, she thanked her. Turning over her stiff body, she was still holding Zhuo Meng's hand, looking at the dilapidated ceiling, she seemed to be able to see the shadow of that man.

"If only he could pity me......"

She closed her eyes and remembered the man's appearance, she could still draw his handsome face after not seeing him for so long.

"I've always wanted to marry him, to be his wife, to be considerate of him, to take care of him for the rest of my life, but ...... He doesn't want me, he doesn't want me, he doesn't want to marry me. They won't see me, and they won't ......."

Tears slipped down quietly, she smiled coldly, slowly closed her eyes, and let the tears flow all over her face......

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Zhuo Meng knelt on the cold ground, his heart was even colder.

She is not worthy, she is not worth it for herself, she is not worth it for her mother, her mother has always thought about him, but what about him, he is not worthy!

He hated her mother, hated her poor and infatuated mother, how could he be so cruel. She was wrong, she was really wrong, her mother still wanted her to take care of him, she was wrong, he didn't need it at all, he looked down on his mother, and even more down on her.

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"I've always wanted to marry him, to be his wife......"

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This is a mother's wish, how small it is, but it is a luxury.

However, this wish is disdainful of Zhuo Shiwen, so it is okay to trade.

She thought like this, her eyes were full of hatred, she had never tried to hate someone like this, hated so much that she could go crazy