Mrs. Rong couldn't rest assured that Ayi, if she could see it, she would be proud of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Ayi has always been a sensible child, and he is also the most assertive. He is very smart, always the best in his grades, and the fastest in learning. From an early age, he showed maturity and wisdom beyond that of children of the same age, not allowing himself to make mistakes, and being strict with himself to the point that it was distressing. Sometimes, I even occasionally wish he could relax like any other child, proving that he was just a cannibal mortal.

As her mother had hoped, he grew up safe and healthy. I can't replace her mother, but I've done my best to make up for the loss of his mother since he was a child, and I've done my best to make him live up to his mother's expectations. Compared with my own children, I am afraid that I put more energy on him. But he was still like his mother, always trying to keep his distance from me.

But all this does not prevent him from becoming an excellent person. He is intelligent and upright, has traveled thousands of miles, read thousands of books, has a broad vision and profound experience; He was kind and sincere, and when he was a child, he was able to pick up Ah Zhong, an orphan who had become a beggar on the street, and raise him as a younger brother; He excelled in his studies and became a well-known expert scholar and university professor. So far, I've been relieved and satisfied. One day, Ayi will marry a wife and have children, and form a happy family. After all, I did not break the oath I made at Mrs. Rong's bedside!

Although, the current Mrs. Rong is myself. I've been Mrs. Rong for decades, but I still occasionally wonder if I'm taking someone else's place. I also hesitated for a while that Rong Bin loved me, or was he a stand-in for his ex-wife, or just following the arrangement of his predecessor Mrs. Rong. My father-in-law, Mrs. Rong, never called me by my name. As she wished, what replaced her as the mistress of the Rong family was a woman whose family background, beauty, and talents were inferior to her, and she was an obedient stand-in who walked down step by step according to her arrangement.

If she knows underground, she should be content.

It's just that smart and intelligent like her, there are also unexpected things.

That's this war!

She did not expect a war! But who would have predicted that?

War has destroyed people's homes and many people's faith. It draws a strange and unpredictable arc in the otherwise normal curve of life, and the line between right and wrong is suddenly blurred, and people begin to twist wildly without knowing it.

Ayi is like that.

In order to work for the new government and work for the Japanese, he did not hesitate to turn against his family. He holds a plausible concept, is a traitor without knowing it, and can still tell a lot of truths in eloquent words. It turns out that the smarter people are, the more egotistical they tend to be. They only listen to their own wishes, not listen to the opinions of others, and insist on their own opinions. He inherited his mother's tough personality that was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. But how can he be sure that the path he has chosen will be the right one? It seems to me that he has gone further and further down the path he has chosen. If he had been born to me, would he have listened to a word or two of advice? But in fact, he misunderstood me very much. Whenever I think about this, I am really anxious and distressed.

And it doesn't stop there that makes me anxious. Whenever Ayi points the focus of the conflict to the Rong family's property, I am only more anxious. Because, the Rong family's property is unclear! As if I couldn't answer Hyo's question, some of the company's income has long since disappeared. I once heard my husband say that he did a little bit of tricking in the accounting and spun off part of the profits from the Rong business and did something else.

But when it comes to what it is for, the husband is silent. No matter how much I pressed me to ask where the money was going, he didn't answer, but said that it was used in the right way.

But in the end, what was the right way, until he died, he didn't have time to tell me!

I've had speculations. Rong Bin is an honest and kind person, I have no doubts about his character, and he will never use his money on evil ways. However, if you only do investment or charity, you can't hide it from your wife and son. So, what is it that is not known and needs to be kept secret from the family?

I made a conclusion, but it was immediately overturned. I can't believe that my husband would gamble the lives of his whole family and the family business of his ancestors. He must have had his reasons, and there must have been compelling reasons.

It was also after Rong Bin's death that I suddenly discovered that I was not as strong as before. When I was young, even though I lost my parents, I was alone and had no source of livelihood, but I still had the strength to not be afraid of the sky and the earth. And now, maybe I'm getting old, maybe I've been taken care of too well over the years, maybe I'm too much to worry about, but I've become weak.

I often think about it day and night, and I can't sleep all night. I always vaguely remembered that I didn't know how old Ayi was at that time, with a chubby little face. He was holding a bouquet of roses that had just been plucked from the garden, and his little tender hand was pierced with several bloody holes by the thorns in the stems. But he didn't care. He said that he was going to see his mother, who liked roses the most.

Another time, nine-month-old Ah Xiao, who didn't know where he got the strength, suddenly stood up from the crib and climbed the edge of the bed to see that it was about to be planted on the ground. It was Ayi who rushed forward with an arrow. Although he himself fell and his knee was stuck, he successfully received Ah Xiao. Ah Xiao's round face, leaning on Ah Yi's arms, drooling and smirking.

I remember that when Ah Yi picked up the ragged Ah Zhong from the street, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had already picked up the demeanor of being the master of the house. He didn't listen to Rong Bin's dissuasion to send Ah Zhong to the welfare home at all, but said categorically: "From now on, he is a member of our family and my other younger brother!" "He was resolute, and no one could do anything about him.

I will never forget that when Ayi took Azhong across the ocean to start his study abroad career, he said to me, "Madam, please take care of your father and younger siblings. Please rest assured that I will definitely be back. "I remember his nostalgia for his homeland, his yearning for his future life, and his youthful ambition.

It's just that I don't know that once upon a time, the person was still that person, but it became strange, and even so strange that it scared her.

I also think it's ridiculous. In the final analysis, he was brought up by himself, so he would never have done anything heinous and heinous. Why do I think he's scary, after all, he's a kid who grew up around.

But I couldn't see through him. Perhaps it is this uncertainty that makes me scared and worried.

Wu Yuzhen talked about the past for a long time, like flipping through a yellowed old book. The memories unfolded, no longer the black and white images left in the photos, what they loved, what they feared, what they paid, and what they lost, all three-dimensional and vivid. Wu Yuzhen tried her best to confess, but she hid the details of emotional entanglements and her personal views on some things. Tired of talking, she and Rong Ziyi simply leaned on the trunk of the tree and sat under the magnolia tree. It wasn't until a cool breeze hit them that they realized it was almost dusk.

Rong Ziyi listened quietly, as if he was listening to the stories of irrelevant people, as if the people he was telling were not close relatives who were connected to him by blood. Under the green leaves of the magnolia tree, the light and shadow were mottled, and there was no expression on his well-defined face. It was only occasionally that his lips twitched and his eyebrows raised slightly, proving that he was really listening, and that he was indeed touched.

It is often said that the past is like smoke. Will everything in the past one day disappear like green smoke, leaving no trace? No! In some people's minds, this is a lifelong imprint, a precedent that guides how they act, and a way to discover hidden secrets.