When An Yu and Yihan arrived at Jiangshan Garden, An Qingxiu did not arrive, only Lao Zhao and Zhao's mother.

The whole yard is deserted, the surroundings are slaughtered, Lao Zhao is sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard, Zhao's mother is drying the sheets in the yard, in fact, the sun has not risen, but since last night I learned about Jin Se's death, the two have not slept all night, one mourns, and the other is worried about being taken away by the police station.

The daughter of the couple unfortunately died in a car accident when she was in junior high school, and from the first time they saw Yihan, the two found that this girl was too similar to their daughter, so they couldn't help but have some emotions. They all treat her as their daughter in their hearts, although in fact, they know that Yihan's identity is very disgraceful, and An Qingxiu is a family person, but this does not prevent the two from liking Yihan.

Seeing the two coming, Lao Zhao and his wife hurriedly put down the work in their hands and walked over.

"Miss Yihan, I heard about that incident, but fortunately you weren't hurt. Anyway, my Lao Zhao definitely doesn't believe that you are such a person, don't worry, Mr. An will believe you. Lao Zhao clenched a fist and slammed it on the palm of his other hand and said. Mother Zhao on the side nodded vigorously, looking at Yihan with a firm look.

But Yihan shook her head bitterly, she walked to the bench on the other side of the courtyard and sat down, An Yu also sat down next to her, and Lao Zhao and his wife sat on a chair opposite.

Early in the morning, the autumn wind whipped up the withered yellow leaves on the ground and spun and flew into the air, if only people's sorrows could be attached to those leaves and fly together, fly away and never come back. Yihan looked up at the leaves in the air, and was full of emotion in his heart.

"Do you think Qing Xiu will believe me? How could it be, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't believe that Jin Se had painstakingly told him such a big lie. Yihan straightened his head again, stared at the front and said complainingly.

Her face was pale, without any blood, and Zhao's mother hurriedly went to the house to get her a beige windbreaker and put it on her body. Yihan propped his head with both hands and rested his elbows on his knees.

"Why don't you go to the house, it's windy outside, be careful of catching a cold, I'll go make some breakfast for Miss Yihan and Young Master An." Mother Zhao rubbed her hands as she spoke, and hurried back to the kitchen.

Yihan refused to go back to the house, she always felt that the air outside was smoother, and she urgently needed fresh air to relieve the pent-up resentment in her heart. If she could, she couldn't wait to rush to Jinse to confront her, that vicious woman deserved to die, why should she suffer this innocent injustice.

After half a sound, An Yu on the side said: "Let me guess, that Xiao Liu was arranged by my mother, she knew that she didn't have long to live, so she deliberately arranged this good show, so that my father mistakenly thought that you pushed her to the brink of death, and then killed my unborn sister, or maybe my younger brother." This trick is really wonderful, killing two birds with one stone, she is really ruthless, and she will not hesitate to lose her life to make my dad hate you. ”

Hearing An Yu's words, Lao Zhao, on the other side, opened his eyes wide in horror and grew his mouth, he felt that such a plot was unbelievable just to see it in the TV series, but it happened to him. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked incredulously, "Young Master An, what you said is true?" ”

An Yu nodded, "My mother can do such a thing." ”

"Then what now, Miss Yihan can't just be deducted, we have to go to Mr. An and tell him the facts." Lao Zhao said impatiently, he seemed very anxious now, and kept rubbing his legs with his hands.

"It's useless, when Qing Xiu pushed the door in, I just held Jin Se's back, no matter how you look at it, it looks like I deliberately pushed her to Xiao Liu's knife edge in the back, and besides, Xiao Liu insisted that he didn't really want to do anything to me, I used Jin Se as a shield for self-protection. Coupled with the words that Jin Se said before he died, how could Qing Xiu believe that all this was Jin Se's conspiracy? ”

When she said this, Yihan's expression was indescribable, and her resentment revealed despair, and she felt that her soul had been stripped from her body.

"What should I do?"

Lao Zhao lowered his head, he deeply sympathized with Yihan's experience, but he couldn't think of a way to help the other party for the time being. An Yu too, he never dreamed that Jin Se would come up with such a decisive idea and implement it so perfectly.

The sun poked its head out of the eastern horizon, and the orange and yellow of the sky were reflected on the blue interlining, which was unspeakably beautiful, and it was in stark contrast to Yihan's mood now.

Zhao's mother called them in for breakfast, but Yihan had no appetite at all, she thought that she was still eating delicious cakes yesterday morning, happy like a child, but after a day, things were wrong. Now I guess the beggars on the side of the road are happier than myself.

Back in the house, a steaming breakfast was set on the table, and fried eggs, green vegetable porridge, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns exuded the unique aroma of food. But Yihan couldn't eat at all, she reluctantly drank a mouthful of porridge, and as a result, an inexplicable nausea churned from her stomach.

She quickly ran to the bathroom and threw herself on the toilet retching, with no food in her stomach, only blue-yellow bile and water spitting out. Mother Zhao took the towel and hurriedly followed, she patted Yihan's back distressedly, and then An Yu, who came over, handed her a glass of water.

After relieving herself, Yihan sat on the edge of the toilet and cried, yes, she was an ordinary girl in her twenties, and she had never experienced any strong winds and waves. How could it be unbearable for this to happen suddenly.

With the help of Zhao's mother, Yihan took a hot bath and went back to the house to lie down, An Yu and Lao Zhao sat on the steps in front of the door, waiting for An Qingxiu.

"You're the toughest kid I've ever met." Lao Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, really?" An Yu looked into the distance and asked casually.

He suddenly thought of something, withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Lao Zhao, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and then continued: "I'll tell you a story." ”

The little boy was probably in kindergarten for as long as he could remember, but his mother refused to be close to him. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, these are the most normal things between other mothers and sons, but they don't happen between their mothers and sons. Sometimes his father was not at home, and he was scared of thunder at night, so he went to his fucking bedroom to find his mother.

Let him stand at the door and knock on the door and cry, but the door never opened, and then the nanny couldn't stand it anymore, so she came and carried him back to her room, and coaxed him for a while until she fell asleep.

Later, when he went to elementary school, his father had no time because of his busy work, and his mother was reluctant to attend his parent-teacher conferences and never cared about his life at school. It's a weekend, and he always plays by himself, and no one asks him where he goes, except for endless pocket money, he has nothing else.

At that time, he felt that he was probably lonely in this world, no one loved him, and his withdrawn personality could not make friends. But he was relieved, and felt that it would be good to go on like this, at least purely.

The boy thought that his relationship with his mother was like that and that it would not go bad again, but he was too naïve.

Since the second year of junior high school, his mother began to talk nonsense in front of him, like a madman, and the vicious eyes and vicious words were deeply imprinted in his mind and became an indelible shadow. To this day, he often has nightmares, about his mother's nightmares, and every time he is awakened in the middle of the night.

But in front of outsiders, his mother is like a normal person, she can laugh and speak softly, especially in front of his father, as if she has changed her personality, which is simply not the mother he knows.

In his freshman year of high school, one night, his father was on a business trip, and all the employees in the family went home from vacation. He and his mother were the only ones left in the house. He remembers very well that the dinner that day was a curry beef bowl, which was the first time his mother cooked for him, and it was delicious, and he remembered that he ate a whole big bowl.

After eating, he started vomiting and diarrhea, and he was scared and didn't know what was happening. When he woke up, he was already in the hospital, and his mother was standing by his bedside, expressionless, no greeting, and no words. When he woke up, he turned and left.

He later learned that it was his mother who had poisoned the beef curry that night and wanted to die with him, but his mother ate little and only reacted slightly, and he was unable to do so, and soon fell into a coma. For some reason, his mother suddenly regretted it, called 120 in time, and saved his life.

Only he and his mom knew about it, not even his dad. That's when he realized that other people's mothers were "moms", and his wasn't, and he wasn't even a stranger.

But after that incident, his mother suddenly became closer to him, although she still talked nonsense, showed fierce eyes, and scolded him. However, she began to take him shopping, attend his parent-teacher conferences, and help him buy clothes, electronics, and so on.

He knew that these were all illusions, and his mother was actually still the same as before, but later he regarded herself as the only support in the world and had to change his attitude towards him.

After the story was told, Lao Zhao fell into deep thought after listening to it, and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you think that your mother is mentally ill, the kind of split personality." ”

"I thought about it, and I'm sure she does, but what can I do, no one will believe what I say, besides, she's always my mother, and I can't watch her go to a mental hospital." An Yu replied wistfully.

"You never told your dad about it, did you?"

An Yu shook his head.

And An Qingxiu said? Heh, An Yu snorted coldly in his heart, he didn't think about it, but he didn't know why, every time the words came to his mouth, he held back stiffly. Because he couldn't forget Jin Se's eyes, once he just arrived at An Qingxiu's study, and when he was about to speak, Jin Se walked in with a cup of tea.

The look left for An Yu before leaving, indescribably insidious, a look that played with others in applause, only glanced at An Yu slightly, which made his back chill and start to break out in a cold sweat. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

From the perspective of outsiders, they all envy him, the family is rich, the person is handsome, the family is harmonious, the mother is gentle and virtuous, and the father Yushu is in the wind. Only he knows that these are all appearances, all skins. It's rotten inside, but no one knows.

Yihan on the bed on the second floor fell asleep after a while, and Zhao's mother had been sitting on the edge of the bed guarding her, and only after seeing her fall asleep did she tiptoe out of the room and gently close the door.

When they got downstairs, Lao Zhao and An Yu hurriedly got up and walked over, and Zhao's mother made a "shhhhh ”