Even if the other party succeeds, the psychological shadow left at the beginning will never disappear.

Many people say that the prodigal son does not change his money, but those who have really experienced it know that even if the prodigal son turns back, they will not turn back.

Not all "sorry" can mend the wound.

Concubine Ye went up with a smile and talked to Jiang Ziya, "Old man, what do you say is home?" ”

Because of Concubine Ye Demon, Yin Shi Niang and Nezha both had a complete understanding, so they all had a faint sense of respect for her, even if they felt that Ye Demon Concubine did something wrong, they didn't stop it.

Jiang Ziya looked at Concubine Ye and touched his beard like a wise man.

"The stability of the country is home everywhere!"

Concubine Ye also smiled, "Is that the country first, or the family first?" ”

Jiang Ziya obviously didn't expect her to ask such a question.

"Only when there is a country can there be a home!"

Concubine Ye nodded, "Shouldn't countries be able to coexist?" Old man, you say, why do some people abandon their homes because of the country? There is a way to get the best of both worlds, but you are still stubborn and don't know how to be flexible, is it stupid or what? ”

Jiang Ziya always felt that there was something in this girl's words, but she couldn't think of what it was.

"Wrongdoer, I beg you, write this letter of resignation, let me go back to my parents' house and have an explanation!"

Suddenly, his wife ran out and begged Jiang Ziya to write a letter of resignation.

Jiang Ziya is very helpless, such things often happen, his wife is always dissatisfied with her fishing all the time, but this is a major event related to the world, why can't the other party understand herself?

"Madam, how many times have I said that as soon as I catch a fish, everything will be settled, why can't you wait?"

Jiang Ziya's wife is a village woman, and she also has hope for Jiang Ziya, but year by year, hope has long been worn away.

She waited for so many years, worrying about tomorrow's food every day, but saw that her husband was like a child, fishing with a fishing rod every day, and didn't know anything to help.

Don't make money, don't do housework.

She really couldn't stand it, she was thin-skinned when she was young, but she had to go out to make money and deal with other people by herself, how many people laughed at herself at that time, and she secretly cried I don't know how many times.

Later, she got used to it, but that doesn't mean she won't be sad listening to other people's discussions.

Her heart is cold, and she can't get it back, she just thinks now that she can leave her husband, so that even if she dies, she will feel more comfortable.

"I can't wait, I'm going to die if I'm with you any longer, please, let me go!"

If you look closely, you can see that Mrs. was not beautiful when she was young, but she was also very delicate, but now she is tormented by life and her face is full of wrinkles.

Her expression was painful, and anyone could see her helplessness and a kind of despair that came out of her bones.

Jiang Ziya was also very helpless, he really couldn't understand his wife's thoughts, after all, he didn't need to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, he usually borrowed money from his next-door neighbors, but he never saw the appearance of those neighbors and the ladies who went out to make money when they asked for money.

"Madam, you see that this person is looking at you, don't make trouble, go home quickly!"

Mrs. Jiang Ziya looked at Concubine Ye and them, her expression was a little embarrassed, but she was more desperate, "Forgive me, this old man and I really can't get along, now I just ask him to write a letter of resignation!" ”