Aunt Mei showed a strange smile on her face, and there was endless contempt and disdain in this smile: "The first time my father saw my mother, he was already stupid, and my mother just slowly turned around, smiled at him, and hooked off his three souls and seven spirits."

My mom and my dad have been in love for many years, and they have never used charm, but it doesn't mean that she won't use it, my mother's charm is far above me, I only inherited a little bit of her mantle at most, and she is really charming to the bones.

I guess my mom has already fascinated my dad with only her three-layer charm skills, he just stood at the door, drooling all over the ground, and after that, he walked up directly and hugged my mom, and even didn't care about me standing on the side, and put his hand directly into my mom's clothes.

And my mom didn't say anything, just turned around and watched my dad gasp twice, which made my dad can't stand it anymore, and directly beat my mom horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

After that, my dad seemed to be a different person, he came home on time every night, and our family resumed laughter again, but this laughter was too different from the previous one, I didn't seem to live in a normal family at all, whether it was my dad or my mom, it was like acting in a play, and we were just characters in a TV series.

And I obviously feel that my mother is not happy, although my father has changed his mind, but this is all thanks to my mother's charm, if my mother does not have charm, I am afraid that she will suffer for a lifetime like other women.

Before getting married, my mother insisted that love was unyielding, clean, and free of any impurities, but then she learned that all men in the world are the same, no cat doesn't like to steal, no dog doesn't like ****, this is the nature of men, there is no way to change it, charm is the same as money and family relationships, in addition to love, many things can maintain the existence of a family. Aunt Mei sighed and looked out the window, her expression was extremely vicissitudes, but what made me feel strange was that at this moment, Qi Peiya and Huang Zihua also seemed to be completely infected by Aunt Mei's vicissitudes, and both of them looked out the window together and sighed deeply.

Seeing these three women do the same action, I felt furious in my heart, and I always felt that this was not a good thing.

Aunt Mei smiled coldly: "Since my dad fell in love with my mom again, it is destined that that pathetic junior will never have any chance again, I believe that in terms of charm, no woman has ever won my mom, let alone a scumbag like my dad, any man in this world will fall under my mom's pomegranate skirt."

It's a pity that my mom is really too shallow, even if she is angry that my dad betrayed her, she still can't ignore my dad, and in my opinion, she uses kitsch again just to fight for a breath, in front of my dad and in front of the mistress.

It's a pity that my mother did everything she could, but she didn't calculate that this junior was more ruthless than she imagined.

Once a woman is ruthless, there is nothing she does not dare to do.

My mother's coquettishness is really awesome, but it can only work for men, and even if it is useful for women, the effect is very limited.

So, one evening, my mom and I went shopping at the market, and as we walked out of the market, I felt a light shining in my eyes.

I looked up and looked curiously for the light source, but at this time, I suddenly realized that the light source was actually a motorcycle, and immediately after, the motorcycle was moving towards us at a very fast speed.

At the last moment, my mother pushed her away, and the motorcycle directly knocked my mother into the air, and then ran over my mother vigorously, more than once, repeatedly.

After that, the motorcycle flew away and disappeared in an instant.

I was so frightened that when I ran over, my mother was almost out of breath, and she held my hand and whispered in my ear, find our people, don't trust others, leave your father, and live on your own.

I was only 10 years old at the time, and what she said was a fantasy for me at the time, and I couldn't have done it anyway.

No one attended my mother's funeral, because she was dead, and she couldn't continue to use charms, so she reverted to her previous appearance, with a bloated face, haggard and irrelevant skin, and wrinkled and pigmented skin, and my dad didn't even want to look at her more, for fear that he would never understand why he suddenly became so excited about my mother.

Not long after my mother died, my dad continued the string, and the woman who continued the string was the junior who came to my house before, and this junior also quickly became pregnant and gave birth to a boy.

At that time, I was almost fifteen years old, and in the years after my mother died, I didn't think a day when I wasn't thinking about what she told me.

My mother didn't mention to me that there were not many Hun people, I only knew that I was a Hun, our tribe had completely disappeared hundreds of years ago, and we were all Hakka people who had left their homeland, displaced, she said that the Hun people have a characteristic, that is, there will be a trace of a flower on the other side of the palm. ”

Aunt Mei spread out her palm, and sure enough, a red flower on the other side gradually floated to her palm, but in the middle of the flower on the other side, it was more obvious that the red symbol was almost exactly the same as the prophet she had seen in the circle before.

"But this imprint can only emerge in a state of contemplation, there is almost nothing in our palms on weekdays, only with such a clue, how can we find the Hun people. You know, my mother and my grandmother have been looking for decades, but they haven't found it, how can I find the Hui people with my strength alone, my mother gave me too few clues.

After I was sixteen years old, I was ready to leave home, on the one hand, I was already able to work to support myself, I planned to work and study, no longer rely on the people in the family, after all, after my mother died, my home is not a home at all, on the other hand, it was entrusted to me by my mother before she died, I think there must be some meaning in this.

The day before I was about to leave home, my father called me over, after my mother died, my father did not know whether it was a conscience or something else, but he had intended to compensate me, but unfortunately I refused, when I was about to leave this house, my father handed me a key, saying that this was a vault opened by my mother in the bank, and there was nothing of value in it, it was some old jewelry she brought from home, a lot of silver and copper. ”