Mukuo had been quietly listening to him tell his story and hers.

When he heard this, Mu Nan felt that he didn't blame him, but admired him even more, and also felt that he didn't eat Ling Chunxue's vinegar, but sympathized with her. In addition, I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart, and it is precisely because her appearance and name are similar to my own that I have the opportunity to enter Jian Zheng's sight.

He came back to reality from that distant story, he looked at Mu Nan and said, "On the first day you came to Hamana, I was supposed to go and celebrate for you, but then I didn't go, because it was this day that I saw her again, and my mind was so confused that I didn't know how to deal with it."

"Please forgive me, the moment I saw her, I told myself that I had to come together with Ling Chunxue, and I couldn't let her suffer a little more grievance."

She held his big rough hand, "I don't blame you, really, I don't blame you at all." These are the words from her heart.

"Thank you, if she knew you thought so, she would thank you." Jian Zheng raised his head and looked up, as if he was talking to Ling Chunxue through the ceiling, "We quickly let go of our suspicions, we made an appointment to go together to get a marriage certificate, and we also made an appointment to go together to explain to you clearly, and ask you to bless us." ”

Mu Nan didn't know what to say, but kept nodding his head.

"It's a pity she's gone." He slowly lowered his head again, as if in silence, "I want to accompany her, to atone for my own sins, and to ask for her forgiveness." ”

She said softly: "But have you ever thought that she must want you to live well, and if you really do this, then she will really not forgive you." She thought so, and she thought she should think so, because she loved him with all her heart, just like she did.

"But I killed her!" His voice grew agitated.

"Why do you say that?" She stared into his eyes tightly.

He covered his face with his hands, and his voice became choked, "If I didn't mobilize her to cooperate with the expropriation, if I hadn't arranged the demolition, how could she die in that pile of ruins?" ”

I see. Mu Nan understood eight or nine points in his heart, he couldn't pass the emotional level, so he felt that he killed her. So what is it? As long as he continues, there should be results soon.

"And what did you do in that yard that last night?"

He didn't want to tell anyone about that night, including those who handled the case when they asked him, and he didn't say anything.

Now Mu Nan asked him, and he also wanted to choose silence.

Mu Nan was very patient, and she didn't use words to urge him.

Instead, he looked at him quietly, gently holding his hand, shaking his wrist from time to time, slowly melting his heart with this silent tenderness.

Finally, his mind burst and he told her bit by bit about that night.

On that day, they were all happy.

He accompanied her to the rented house.

After all, the place where she lived was about to be demolished, and she didn't want to go back to live in the same building with Yao Gaofeng, who was already divorced, so at Jian Zheng's suggestion, she chose to rent a room temporarily.

Then he took her to dinner again and bought some things.

By this time, it was getting late, and he was ready to send her back to the place he had just rented.

But she said that it was better to go back to the yard that was about to be demolished, after all, there were memories of her youth and struggle, and this demolition would never be seen, so she wanted to go back there for another night.

He thought it made sense, so he went with him.

She took him with her, walked around the yard for a long time, visiting every corner.

Sometimes, she would pause for a moment, look at the buildings or objects carefully, and tell him about the funny or sad things that had happened here.

Eventually, they came to the parlour, which was very shabby, but still in good order.

Her feelings for this parlor are the most complicated, and many of the major events in her life have happened here, carrying the joy of her success, the loneliness of frustration, and the pain of being humiliated.

Even though it was about to be demolished, she picked up a towel and carefully wiped down each piece of furniture.

She wipes it as she tells the story of what happened here.

At that time, her chicken raising failed, she divorced again, and was kicked out of the house, so she brought a suitcase and led her adopted daughter Yao Juan here.

At that time, there was nothing left here, because everything was taken away by the workers who were not paid, including the furniture here.

She lay helplessly on the floor, thinking bitterly about her life.

But the next day, as soon as the morning dawned, all the creditors poured in again.

She explained and promised them.

But to no avail.

The angry crowd abused her, shoved her, and even slapped her, and she could only bear it helplessly with her terrified daughter.

Later, she promised them that she would repay them with interest, and three times the interest from the bank, and signed one IOU after another.

Later, she did.

She spent eight years here retrieving the IOUs one by one.

At this time, she was happy. It is the joy of success and the glory of washing away shame.

She would always light a red candle and tell her daughter to take the IOU and burn it with the candle. And her daughter would always ask her in a childish voice: "Mom, do you want to burn it?" ”

She would always say firmly: "Burn it, burn it and we will be happy." ”

When she burned the last IOU, she cried.

Eight years, how many eight years are there in life.

The IOUs that turned into green smoke and disappeared were the memorial to her most beautiful youth in those eight years.

The daughter has grown into a little girl, she hugged her mother, buried her head in her mother's arms, and gently patted her mother's back, how sensible a girl.

She is very grateful to her daughter, who was there for her during those most difficult years, giving her the courage to survive and the hope to live.

And then, also in this living room, she sent her away.

On the day Yao Gaofeng led people to resist the demolition by self-immolation, she happened to return from her hometown.

But it was too late when she returned.

My daughter is being left in this living room waiting for an ambulance.

She was stupefied by the horror in front of her.

The daughter was naked, her clothes had been burned out, and her skin had been scorched.

She cried out her daughter's name in a heart-rending cry.

The daughter opened her eyes leisurely, and she could still recognize her, and said with difficulty, "Mom, I hurt—"

She knew that her daughter must be in pain, but her heart hurt even more, "Baby, bear with it, it won't hurt when the doctor comes." ”

"Mom—don't cry."

"Mommy doesn't cry—"

"Mom, I'm cold, hug me-"

Her heart was broken, but she didn't dare to hug her, because a single touch could cause a large piece of flesh that had been roasted to fall off.

Later, her daughter could not be rescued, she regretted that she did not hug her at that time, she hoped to leave in her mother's arms, and this last wish did not help her to fulfill.

Speaking of this, she stopped what she was doing, looked at Jian Zheng sadly, and asked with tears: "You say, am I cruel?" ”

"No, it's not." Jian Zheng fully understood her pain and helplessness, "She should understand you!" ”

She continued her work again, and after a while, she said softly: "I told you about Yao Gaofeng, but why didn't you ask Yao where the money came from?" As a woman, she will definitely be shy when she talks about this kind of privacy, but she can't hear the slightest feeling of shyness from her mouth, but it is all desolation and helplessness.

"I know you must have your problems." Women in love are the same, they will keep talking to their master, of course, the content is actually unimportant, many things may be said many times, but it will not affect the enthusiasm of the woman. She was the same, she had told him everything she had done these days, and many things many times. But this matter was never mentioned, and Jian Zheng had thought about asking her, but he didn't know how to ask her, but he also believed that she would eventually tell him.

"It's here too." She let out a long sigh with mixed feelings.

"Adopted here too?"

"Sort of." It was a story of humiliation, how many times, she wanted to tell him that story, but without that courage, she felt the discomfort of being suffocated in her chest, so she said, "It's too stuffy here, let's go out for a walk?" ”

"Okay."