(239) deep in my mind

I've been having a dream in my mind lately, as if everything has been buried. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the events of more than 20 years ago have been deliberately covered up, and I can't find any way.

I've been thinking a lot lately. Although I was only six years old, I understood something.

Perhaps Yan Shaocheng is right when he says that no one should be abandoned. My mother may not be innocent, and there must have been something to be covered up.

My mother, Pan Wanlin, may really have something to cover up. Although Fang Yewei has no feelings, it is not to such an extent.

My mother should also have something to hide from me, I once even suspected that I was not Fang Yewei's biological daughter, until I took out Fang Yewei's paternity test, I didn't know that I was Fang Yewei's biological daughter. That's why I'm even more skeptical of what my mother did in the first place.

My mother didn't tell me this, and I don't know and I can't fully understand it now.

Now it seems that only one person knows what my mother did in the first place. It was my titular father, Fang Yewei, who knew what happened at the beginning.

Fang Yewei has always cared about interests, so I now measure them by interests.

I suddenly realized that in the world I am in now, in this world, all the tenderness around me is an illusion in terms of profit, and if I am not careful, I will fall into the trap. In the illusion around me, it is like perfection in a mirror, and when the mirror is broken, my world will return to the original point, and maybe my life will fall into deeper darkness.

I couldn't sleep, and the smell of Yan Shaocheng was all around. I found that I also had the smell of Yan Shaocheng on my body. The smell of this man's departure made me wary.

I got up and got out of bed, it was a little inexplicably cold, I saw Yan Shaocheng's suit on the hanger, and I picked up Yan Shaocheng's suit jacket and draped it on my body.

Then I walked straight into my study, I was a severely insecure person, so I had to deal with something.

Before that, I signed up for a decompression class, but I never got relief. My teacher didn't know what my reason was, and I didn't say it. But after a test, he told me that I was calm when I received the hug.

He said I was insecure and hostile. Because I don't trust anyone, there will be no happy day.

Because of my paranoia, I didn't succeed in decompression, and I never sought a way to decompress from the outside world that day.

At least when I didn't open my heart and choose to trust someone, all the ways to decompress didn't work for me.

But I think it's right, after all, I have a serious problem with my mind, and if it can be cured, then I won't be like that.

I looked at the study, most of the books Yan Shaocheng gave me on the bookshelf were ancient sayings and poems, as well as some famous works at home and abroad, as if he wanted me to be a good wife and cultivate my self-cultivation.

I sat down in my chair and quietly took my laptop out of the cabinet, choosing to ignore the desktop LCD computer on the side. I have all the information I looked up about my mother in my notebook.

I turned on my computer, entered my password on it, and opened the secret folder.

Unravel the password and take a closer look at the information in the file. I was very thorough in my research, and it took a lot of effort for my mother to get that.

Of course, I have bought all the files from the time of my mother's death and the archival photos from that time. So at this moment, I can still see the state of my mother at the moment of her death.

And I don't think I'll ever forget that face. Some people are born to be saved, some people are born to be spurned, and people like me are like dust, as if they have no value, so they will be constantly abandoned.

The picture of my mother that appeared on the computer monitor reminded me of my mother. I asked someone to help investigate my mother, and in this photo she and Fang Yewei attended an event together, smiling. I think it was probably the most glorious time of her life.

At that time, there was no Ren Shuyan, no Fang Luyao, and of course no me.

I'm not a man, I don't know what it's like for a man to treat his woman, so I'm curious to know what it's like to abandon a wife who I used to say I was in love with.

And my husband and wife Fang Yewei did it, even if he knew that my mother was pregnant, he still wanted to leave her alone.

I found out from the previous information that during that period of time, there was turmoil in Founder's internal shares, and then it gradually subsided, but it is difficult to understand what kind of reason is this.

I was thinking that maybe what happened at the beginning was the biggest reason why Fang Yewei resolutely abandoned me and my mother.

I actually hated my mother, and hated her abandonment. Perhaps the most painful thing in my life is to shed Fang Yewei's blood, and the most desperate time is to see Pan Wanlin's blood. It was as if my life was bloody, so my life was doomed to misfortune.

When I heard Yan Shaocheng talk about it before, I didn't answer him, nor did I fully tell him what I knew.

Until I figure out what my mother went through, I will never reveal half a word to Yan Shaocheng.

Yan Shaocheng is not so kind to help me, he will definitely have his purpose, and I will not let him succeed so easily.

I shut down the computer and put it in the cupboard. I'm just putting things in order again, and I suddenly want to look into what happened back then, and I don't want to bother with that much.

This time, I want to wait until I win Fangzheng, and then directly question Fang Yewei.

I got up, knowing in my heart what to do, I needed to calm down.

Suddenly feeling pain, and suddenly remembering what Yan Shaocheng said, I walked to the kitchen, took out brown sugar and red dates from the locker, and took the boiling water to brew.

I don't know if I should praise Yan Shaocheng's carefulness, but lately it has become more and more difficult for me to see what this man's thoughts are.

Yan Xiangwei said that his thoughts couldn't be simpler, but I was always like a mist, and there was no way to see clearly what the simple essence of his face was.

"Sister-in-law." Yan Xiangwei's cry suddenly appeared behind me, and I woke up to the fact that there was still a non-fuel-efficient lamp at home.

I took a sip of brown sugar and jujube water, and then turned to look at Yan Xiangwei.

He's lying on the couch listening to music and playing games at the moment, he's wearing headphones and I'm obsessed with myself without noticing. He looks like this, almost his own home, but every grass and tree here is the Yan family, as if even I am Yan Shaocheng.

(To be continued.) )