Nearly half an hour of words, two thousand words of the update is also completed, it was already possible to turn off the computer, it may be the reason why there are still more than ten days to be put on the shelves, Yan Jin has not been closed for a long time.

The night breeze blows gently, and the wind in September is not as dry as the night wind in the scorching heat of August. With a hint of calming the heart, caressing the girl.

It's almost my birthday in September.

The birthday of the seventh day of the eighth month of the previous life was converted to the current new calendar, and it was around September. In the previous life, she entered the palace at the age of seventeen. Originally, it was said that when the age of eighteen was over, he would give Yan Jinxiang a good family affair. Otherwise, if you don't get married, then you can get it?

The result is not yet a piece of paper, it is just a metaphor. Earlier, because I got the news that Yanjin was looking for a son-in-law, the sons of the family were like frosted eggplants.

Yan Jin often wonders how he would have lived if he hadn't come to this world? Is it in the harem to intrigue with the beauties who have advanced after the eternal emperor? Become as vicious as in Gong Dou novels? Wearing a mask every day and smiling at the back, but hurting people with a knife?

That's it, that's it, that's it, why be disturbed?

I haven't seen my parents for more than 20 years, and Yan Jin misses it tightly. She hasn't eaten the osmanthus cake made by Eniang for 20 years. That taste is unique in the world, and she will never find it again.

Bean-sized tears snapped down on the cold off-white tiles. People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless? In the previous life, the love of the Yan family and his wife for Yan Jin has been engraved into the bones of Yan Jin and the soul of Yan Jin.

Hugging his knees, Yan Jin looked extremely helpless at the moment. The wind blowing from the balcony lifted the light curtains, and the light of the waning moon reflected in the dim room, and the strong and eye-wrenching light on the screen illuminated a homesick person.

Yan Jin is like a child abandoned by the world, helpless and weak in the corner of one side, licking his scarred wounds alone. She is not of this world, and there is no place for her in this world. She is like duckweed, rootless and stalkless.

From childhood to adulthood, the parents of this body have been pouring their love into the original brother, Yan Jin is a dispensable daughter for them, she can't inherit the family business, the family will support her, but when the time comes, she will definitely be allowed to marry the young master of a certain family.

Once when he watched his parents and younger brother together, Yan Jin would also recall the various things in his previous life, and his nose would be sour. Later, I saw more and got used to it.

But what about habits? She would rather go back to her previous life, even in the deceitful palace, she can still see her father and mother occasionally, instead of being separated forever like now.

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"Wanwan, my mother made osmanthus cake, let's wash our hands and eat together, okay?" The woman is always gentle, like a handful of clear springs, nourishing the heart.

When she was young, she smiled like her mother Liu Yue. Yan Jin is extremely brilliant and bright, like a bright galaxy in a pair of eyes, but Liu Yue is extremely gentle, like spring and white snow, like a bent moon.

Yan Jin sweetly replied to her mother. Running over on two small short legs.

The dream is obviously very sweet, it is Xiao Yanjin and Yanmu in the previous life. Yan Jin was wet with tears.

Yan Jin laughed, she was dreaming again.

She misses them, she misses, she misses.

Who can see Song Huan today, but it is difficult for her to see her biological parents again.

The world held her in a tight cage, and she couldn't escape, and she wanted to go back, but she didn't know how, or even why she came.