At this moment, settle down in the house.

Mrs. An walked towards An Ning step by step on crutches. The servant next to her wanted to be helped, but she threw him away.

walked up to An Ning and sat down: "Girl, do you still recognize me?" ”

An Ning nodded first, then shook her head.

Mrs. An asked softly, "Do you know why your surname is An?" ”

The sound was soft and inaudible.

An Ning bowed her head and muttered for a moment. According to ethics, it should be because her parents' surname is Ann.

And Anjia is An's. Could it be ......

Mrs. An suddenly burst out laughing, giggling, and her voice was terrible and creepy.

Her ink girl, her ink girl......

A peaceful heart, subconsciously twitching. She didn't feel scared of such an old lady, but felt a little distressed.

An Ning suddenly stretched out his hand and held Mrs. An's old hand. Zhang Li: Everything will be fine.

Mrs. An looked at her in a trance, what a clean girl......

Just like with her mother.

Mrs. An hooked her lips and pushed the things on the table to An Ning's eyes: "Your mother left it." ”

An Ning raised her eyes and stared at Mrs. An. A pair of eyes, pitch black, inexplicably terrifying.

An Ning's eyes are pure, black is black, white is white, and right and wrong are clear.

And now, the eyes are swept by ink, swallowing up the few whites, hollow and godless.

An Ning lowered her eyes, covered the different colors under her eyes, and licked her lips. There, bleeding from her bite. Bright red, gorgeous and magnificent.

An Ning opened the box, and there was nothing else in it, only a thin notebook.

An Ning's expression was calm, he was extremely calm, and he glanced at the past with a mechanical glance. Eyes, a line of words that stay at the end.

[I am not a good mother, let alone a good daughter. 】

An Ning's fingertips whitened, and he closed the note.

She knew that the notes were true, and so were the old lady's words.

Mrs. An's eyes were bloodshot, and she explained in a hoarse voice: "This is the note left by Mo Niang at the beginning. ”

Mrs. An closed her eyes painfully and continued: "You are twenty-one years old this year, I went to sea seven years ago to save you at sea, and since then you have been in a vegetative state for a long time, four years ago a miracle woke up, but your vocal cords were damaged and your memory was lost. ”

Mrs. An paused when she spoke, but An Ning did not disturb and listened carefully.

Mrs. An's tone changed suddenly, and her voice was obviously poignant: "Do you think this is our brief intersection? ”

"Your father, named Dai Zhi'an, is an unlearned bastard who has harmed your mother. And your mother, named An Mo Niang, is my daughter, and you are my granddaughter......"

Dead silence, long dead silence.

The two of them did not speak, and all the people in the house were dismissed by Mrs. An.

She sat there quietly.

Silent.