Ye Jian has always told her secrets in a very calm tone, there is no sadness, no pain, only the ease of speaking.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry to disappoint you, I can't let go of everything, the only thing I can do is forget those things, those people. But don't worry, I won't do anything extreme, I will live in harmony with them, and I will bury all the things they did to me in my previous life, and gradually forget with the fate of Ye Zhifan's family. ”

"I think I'll be relieved, but it will take some time."

In the previous life, the villagers of Shuikou Village all sided with Ye Ying and scolded her for seducing the teacher from the city, and later Sun Dongqing trumpeted what ugly things she had done outside as long as she returned to the village, and when Ye Ying returned from studying in France, the villagers compared her with Ye Yingyi, and their dislike for her reached its peak.

Those inexplicable, follow-the-trend injuries are even relived for a lifetime...... Ye Jian still didn't let go.

Therefore, every time she came back, she smiled and refused the invitation of the villagers to sit at their house, let alone stay for dinner.

This is Ye Jian's deepest secret, even in the face of an empty chair, it is very difficult to say, the words hidden in his heart and buried in his bones and blood are said word by word, as if they are pulled out from the depths of his soul, and every word is wrapped in a layer of blood.

Fortunately, she was able to face it calmly, although the words were like blood crying, her expression was extremely relaxed.

The barking of a dog came faintly, waking up Ye Jian, who was talking, she blinked her eyes lightly, the old man who seemed to be sitting in the big chair listening to her disappeared with a kind smile, Ye Jian blinked again, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened a little in the face of the empty big chair.

She knew what she was saying, and she knew that she was just talking to herself all the time, and she just wanted to say it, to tell the secret that was tied to her bones,...... It is much more comfortable to say it.

That's it, the secret doesn't need to be known by others, it just becomes oneself.

Ye Jian, who took a deep breath, stood up, her eyebrows in the light were like a clear lotus in the early sunshine after the rain, and she was only strong after the wind and rain.

The fire in the kitchen had already been lit, Ye Jian, who had added dry firewood, put the copper kettle with water on the rack, and after washing her hands, she opened a waterproof and moisture-proof kraft bag.

Her expression was solemn, and when she took out the items in the cowhide bag, Ye Jian even trembled a little at her fingertips.

It was a relic of her mother that she had just taken out of the mezzanine of her closet.

Two diaries, and she opened the first diary while keeping warm.

The diary records the daily life of a soldier, and also records the love of a female soldier.

"The person I love is never heard from again, as if it has disappeared. He disappeared and I became pregnant, leaving behind his bloodline as a reminder that being in love with him was not a dream. ”

"I went back to the village and married an honest, honest young man from a neighboring village. He is also a poor man, a poor man who has never been able to have a child of his own in his life. He said, "I'm a poor man, too." ”

……

Ye Jian flipped through slowly, read carefully, and the lines of text made her walk into her mother's life and know how strong her mother was.

But I also feel distressed for my mother, unmarried and having a child was undoubtedly shocking in that era, but fortunately, my mother met my father, had a home, and then had her own birth.