Chu Yulan is not worried at all, why should she worry, there are two pools under her feet, she has already thought about it, if Chu Chuntao's rolling pin falls, her feet slip, pull the wheel and turn around, Chu Chuntao will fall and eat~.

She is not a reckless person, she knows how to cherish her life, how can it be child's play!

The heavy rain continued, and the villagers of Baiyangshu Village had a new conversation after dinner, but Chu Yulan continued to fiddle~ with her two vases. Thinking in his heart, it would be nice if there were more of this thing, Chu Yuzhen and Meng Qingyue squatted beside them, looking at them with good eyes.

"Is it pretty?" Chu Yulan asked.

"Beautiful!" Chu Yuzhen nodded yes.

"It's not pretty!" Meng Qingyue shook her head in disdain.

"It's okay, right?" Chu Yulan lowered her head again and looked at it carefully, and hesitated.

"Pretty improvised!" Chu Changgui added with a smile.

Chu Changfu was talking with Yang Suen in the house, Yang Suen told him a lot of past events, and the old lady cried while talking, very sad. It can be seen that this time, Chu Chuntao's actions really made the old man's heart cold, and the arrogance in the whole person disappeared, and he became silent.

What Yang Suen didn't say, no one knows, in fact, she didn't drive her away for the so-called eating and drinking. Chu Chuntao looked at her coldly because she knew that her coffin book was used by Chu Yulan and her mother.

The second time Yang Suen felt desolate, and the first time she felt like this, was when her husband passed away, and she was kicked out of the house by her mother-in-law with a group of children. Because the mother-in-law wants to take back the house where she lives, which is intended for his eldest grandson to marry his daughter-in-law, they are superfluous people.

Yang Suen clearly remembers that day, in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the snow was falling, she was homeless with her five children, and finally the secretary of the brigade was pitiful, and lent her the cave where the village raised livestock, and she lived for so many years. The cattle shed in those days has now become three caves, and she has become old and useless, and her daughter can dislike her useless like her mother-in-law, dislike her for not agreeing to remarry, and can't change some food for the family, so she will be kicked out.

"Jingle bell, ding bell."

The bell hanging on the gate of the Chu family rang softly, the gate was pushed open, Ding Haiyang came in against the rain, walked straight to Yang Suen's house in the middle, and knelt down in the middle of the courtyard.

Yang Suen sat up from the room at once, and was about to go out without putting on his shoes, but suddenly froze there. Without words, he turned around, slowly sat back on the kang, continued to lie with his eyes closed, took Chu Changfu's hand, and tears rolled down in his cloudy eyes.

Chu Yulan just raised her eyes and swept over, without extra words and movements, and continued to be busy with the painting in her hand, the two little ghosts wanted to speak and stopped, and finally Meng Qingyue pulled Chu Yuzhen and quietly exited the room.

Many years later, Ding Haiyang slowly closed his eyes, he saw the fate that seemed to belong to him, shouted that he was wrongfully imprisoned, and his life was ridiculous. After being released from prison, he was abducted and cheated, did all kinds of evil, and even sold his own flesh and blood for money to spend, and finally died in a car accident for unknown reasons.

And all of this turned out to be the evil fruit planted by Chu Chuntao, if she hadn't chosen to be private, chose not to call the police, and chose to calm down, his life would not have been so miserable.

He suddenly understood that people's fate is in their own hands, from the year he chose to believe in Chu Yulan, from the year he helped Chu Yulan block the rolling pin, and from the year he knelt in front of Yang Suen's house in the rain, his fate in this life is destined to be different from his previous life.