Jin'er's soft sobbing caused pain on the side, and he stepped forward again and again to wipe away all her tears with his hands.

He Rumo saw that Dongli had stepped forward to comfort him one step ahead of him, so he had to give a concerned look as his brother had allowed.

I saw that the actions of these two people were quite ordinary, and I looked around casually, and I actually saw Xiao Shengxia who was a little abnormal on the side.

There was still a faint evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a different subtext in his eyes. "Ask for more blessings!" That was the message I read from the look in his eyes.

"Jin'er, these days, are you okay? Did the witch harm you? Mrs. He pressed my shoulders and kept a distance from me.

Her look was caring, but it shouldn't be the tenderness that belongs to me.

My gaze drifted, and my finger touched Jin'er's realm. Mrs. He was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes were full of puzzlement. Her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't say a word after all.

Seeing her confused state, I resolutely changed my moves. Since it is implied that a trick does not work for it, then it has to be made explicit.

"Mrs. He, take a look at who I am? Who is she? "I pointed between the two of us with my hand. If she still does not understand such clear words, then it can only be regarded as self-deception.

He Rumo gently pushed his hand and sent Jin'er, who was wet with tears beside him, a few steps forward. Mrs. He let go of her grip on me and slowly moved forward.

Her speech was still slurred, and no one could tell what she was talking about. I watched the distance between the two of them grow closer and closer, and I was finally able to sigh in my heart to express relief.

"Jin'er? You're my Jin'er. Mrs. He first questioned, followed by a tone of affirmative confirmation. Jin'er heard this, and tears fell again.

The two of them hugged each other, as if they could melt all the ice and snow together. Seeing this, He Rumo retreated to our front with great interest. He is obviously not an outsider, but at the moment he seems a little alone.

"That's right, mother. Let's not panic and cry, I have come back this time because I need to ask you something. Jin'er forcefully wiped away the tears, and the red eyes looked like the tears had not yet dissipated.

"Things? You're coming back for some purpose? Mrs. He suddenly pushed Jin'er away. Her words were suspicious, and her expression became more terrifying.

When I saw her behaving like this, it seemed that there were signs of madness, so I pulled Jin'er away again and again. Under my tugging, she and Mrs. He. Finally saved some distance.

Jin'er's helpless expression attracted pity, but no one wanted her to be tempered by new injuries and old scars several times.

Seeing that there was no one beside her, and seeing that her lost and regained relatives were far away again, Mrs. He couldn't help but look up to the sky and shouted. The hatred in her eyes was not gone, and it seemed that everyone thought she had ulterior motives.

"I know that you, the demon girl, will not be so kind to let my Jin'er go, and you are like ink, how can you help outsiders ruin your mother's plan!"

Mrs. He pointed indiscriminately in the direction we were, and her words were fierce and unpleasant. It's similar to a shrew scolding the street.

Jin'er didn't want to believe that her mother had really changed, but now that she had witnessed it with her own eyes, she had extinguished the flame of hope.

"Mother, don't you understand, these things are just your fault!" He Rumo took a few steps forward and said directly to Mrs. He. Such a straightforward tone really made Mrs. He's expression change suddenly, and she was stunned and her eyes were stranded.

"Really, yes...... I was wrong? Mrs. He said in a low voice. She whispered in a faint voice, if she hadn't listened carefully. It's really unhearable.

"Nope." There was another extremely trance tone, and there was a gust of wind in our ears, and we didn't understand what she meant.

"No...... No!! I'm not wrong, I'm doing this to obey the master's wishes! Am I wrong? What did I do wrong? Mrs. He's tone suddenly changed. An awe-inspiring look.

As outsiders, Xiao Shengxia and I can't say anything, but as children, Jin'er and He Rumo didn't say much.

Seeing that we were in a weak position, Mrs. He's demeanor became more and more urgent. She jerked open the thin quilt on the collapse, and then pointed to the man lying on the floor.

Her fingers trembled slightly. But the words were not uttered. Such actions have made the collapse more clearly displayed in front of our eyes.

However, after a few days, Master He's face has lost the complexion of that day, his face has collapsed downward, and his eye sockets are even more sunken out of the ravine.

Seeing this situation, even a few of us who have nothing to do with it are a little difficult to see, but Jin'er is staring at that realm with a slight expression.

She didn't say a word, like the calm before a storm, and such words were as choked as her crying and endless noise.

"Jin'er, look, is your father sleeping peacefully? You see, his face is as handsome as ever? Mrs. He saw that Jin'er was gradually walking towards the collapse, so she threw away such a deceptive question.

Jin'er didn't say anything, just bypassed Mrs. He, squatted and knelt beside Master He. She used to be willing not to get along with that person when she died, but now that person is really dead, it is a different state of mind for her.

"If you die, I don't hate you, you have been relaxed, but I have lost the opportunity to forgive you personally, which is not fair." Jin'er said flatly.

She had cried too many times before, and now, she wanted to force herself to be strong.

After Mrs. He heard her words, her complexion suddenly collapsed. She was confused not only because of her words, but also because of her disrespectful words, which caused the control of etiquette.

"You haven't been back for a long time, how can you learn your brother's oil tone? What hatred do you talk about your Father, what fallacies do you shout? "Mrs. He is almost crazy, and even her words have a deliberate sense of finding fault.

"I hate him for ruining my years, I hate him for ruining my heart, I hate him for giving me a marriage to keep the lintel together, I hate him for dying at your hands like this, I hate him...... Hate him......" Before the words were finished, Jin'er couldn't help but sob.

She had been enduring the pain in her heart, but when Mrs. He was aggressive, she was on the verge of collapse again.

He Rumo couldn't see a woman crying the most, not to mention that this was still his best sister in the palm of his hand. He was ready to step forward and lift her up, but saw the man reach her side first.

Fortunately, with Dongli by his side, his brother has also been able to relax a lot. He Rumo retracted his steps and stood there not happy or sad.

"Who are you, even if she cries, I can't help but comfort you!" Mrs. He's eyes were like eagles, and she just glanced coldly at Dongli and other uninvited guests.

Jin'er saw that Mrs. He had changed the object and was hurting her language, so she wiped away her tears and got up to stand in front of Dongli. Her man is guarded by her, maybe that's what she says.

"Jin'er, you get out of the way for your mother, where can this ugly person still be seen." Mrs. He pointed as she spoke, and the disdain in her eyes was worth a thousand words.

"Ugly? Jin'er doesn't think that even if it's ugly, it's the father's fault, it's the father's general Dongge's torture in the basement! Jin'er's words were well-founded, but they blocked Mrs. He's tongue.

"Do you know why I hate him?" Jin'er said again, but still couldn't get Mrs. He's word answer.

"Good! Good! Your temper is hard, and you can't teach your mother a lesson! Mrs. He's face turned red for a long time before she confided in this ordinary sentence.

The warmth of the original reunion is gone, replaced by a picture of competition.

Mrs. He finally didn't want to see the current situation clearly, and Jin'er didn't want her mother to indulge in these swamps of counter-current mistakes all the time. (To be continued.) )