??????? Rain pouring down? It slightly wet the bodies of the three of us. In the middle of the night? Uncle Cai led the way in front with a solemn expression? Lead us back to the grave where he was.

Subsequently? I was holding the police station chief's flashlight. I took a closer look at the text carved out of regular script on the top of the tomb. Found this tombstone rather weird? Who is the one who erected the monument? There is also no general description of the deceased. On the tombstone of Nuoda? Only a fairly simple name is engraved on it.

"Wang Juan!"

Even the word "tomb" was omitted.

I took a closer look at the difference between the grave in front of me and the surroundings? Found this tomb unusually clean? Aren't there any weeds around? It's just that in front of other tombstones, there are more or less things like bouquets of flowers, incense candles, fruits, paper money, etc.? In front of this tombstone, there is only a small wooden knife. Let people see? It was very strange.

How could anyone put a knife on the tombstone of the deceased?

What does this mean?

Will it be disrespectful to the dead?

Thoughts? Uncle Cai's expression seemed to fall into a memory? It didn't take long for it to make a "poof"? Falling to your knees? Immediately after that, Uncle Cai said like a dream? Wang Juan? It's my mother's name! ”

As soon as this statement came out? The director and I immediately looked at each other.

Next? According to Uncle Cai's account at the time? We followed his train of thought in an instant. Back to the town a few decades ago.

Then? Gushan Town is far more prosperous and prosperous than it is now!

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?Hereinafter? The old rules? To make it easier for readers to remember? Let's switch the main perspective to the young genius uncle. Then. Wang Juan often likes to call him: Little not?

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From as long as I can remember? My mother, Wang Juan, has always been a beauty. This is not my son? With love for my mother. Exaggerating. But the whole town is recognized? My mother was a beauty when she was a child.

My mother's graceful and luxurious temperament was innate! It is a special gift from heaven!

She's not at all different from the other women in town? She doesn't have the rough skin of theirs? Not like them? Rustic look like you're wearing? Wandering around town.

My mother used to like to sit alone at home when she was younger? Practicing calligraphy? Practicing calligraphy? Play? Learn to sing. Come on now. My mother wasn't contrived? It's that she really likes these things.

She can even sit on the bed? Listening to music? Motionless? Don't take a sip of water all afternoon? Just enjoy the music there.

Maybe? If she lives in this day and age? Obsessed with art and music? Able to make her a superstar. No matter how bad it is? At least she's an intellectual beauty teacher or something? But at that time? In a small town? My mother was called a "wicked" by other women? Coquette? Small**! ”

Do I remember these names very well? Because every time you walk down the street? I can hear a lot of people call my mother that. And scolded me for being a little mongrel ゝ son of a bitch. In a word? How hard it sounds, how bad it sounds. But my mother told me? Don't care what other people think? Don't hate them either? A lot of things? We need to learn to be at ease with what comes our way.

Under the pure teaching of my mother? I began to try to feel the simple folk of the town.

Although those women have a big opinion about my mother? But the men of the town? But they were all very good to my mother? Knowing that our mother and mother depend on each other? After a hard life? Those men always sneak up on me? And then stuff money into my hands? And let me not talk about it.

Besides? My mother's submissive attitude? It also made those women gradually lose the feeling of continuing to fight.

Because they always threw dirty water on my mother? But my mother never fought back.

In time? In the words of people nowadays. Two people can tear it up? Can you fight three hundred rounds? What if a person always doesn't respond? How long has it been? It will definitely cool down slowly.

That's how my mother calmed things down? Teach me to love this town? No matter what others say? What are we going to do? Not hatred? Instead of feeling the other side of town? Is that what human beings really feel? Is that also human? The greatest shining point – love.

Alive? How often do I think of my mother being scratched by those women? How often can I think of my mother, even though she was bruised? Will you smile too? Tell me? Don't hate other people's expressions.

What do I think is the most beautiful place about my mother? Not her appearance? But she has a kind and kind heart? A very great heart that is always willing to forgive others.

Sounds fake, doesn't it? But I want to say? My mother was such a woman.

Is she in the world? Have your own pursuits? Although she can understand what everyone is doing? But I think? She lives a lonely life. Because the man in the town can read her? Not much.

Oh right? Forgot to mention? When I was 3 years old? My father had a liver cancer attack? Leave us two behind? Pass away. When my father was alive? Ever looking for Mr. Kim? The ancestors of the Golden Leopard? Ever seen a doctor? But my father's illness is too serious? Have you reached an advanced stage of liver cancer? Even the old man Kim, who is a skilled doctor? After looking at my father's condition in detail? Can only sigh? He said he had a way to prolong my father's life? But want to recover completely? No more! Because the cancer cells seem to have spread throughout the body.

Half...; …; Can you live for up to half a year? My father died.

So in my memory? On that bleak night? The last thing my father did for us was? He's going to rob the town's bank for us? Then he was killed on the spot. Until my father died? I didn't even see him for the last time? Maybe it was because I was young at the time, right? Are there some things that don't stand out? It's all about listening to others. I wonder if there's anything in it that adds oil and vinegar? But if it's true? I'm okay with that.

My mother? Being single has been with me for 7 years. And then until a lame man appeared? My mother finally took me? Remarry someone else.

The lame man? It's my stepfather. Didn't he get lame? But out of a lifetime? There is a disability.

My disabled stepfather? Although it looks stumbling? In the words of the townspeople? It's still a piece of rubbish. But are others really smart? A lot of things are prescient? For example, he had a hunch that he would be able to make money by buying a house in the future? So you used all the methods to get a loan to buy several houses in the town? Later, he made a lot of money. But wait until everyone else learns from him? Looking to buy a house? My stepdad doesn't play with real estate? Only one villa left? Sell all the other houses? Start playing with stocks ゝ acquire antiques these things. Until there was an economic crisis in the town? Housing prices have fallen sharply? When everyone is losing money? Our family lives a life of driving a foreign car and eating foreign food? Eat out? Occasionally, I can travel abroad and live a leisurely life.

But I was at that time? Don't have a good impression of my stepfather? Even though he was nice to me? Bought me a lot of toys and clothes that I liked. But I think? He doesn't really know me? Because I like to read?? Like Edogawa Ranbu? Love Edgar Allan Poe? Like Hitchcock...; …; But he? Never talked to me about these master homes? Of course? I haven't seen their work either.

So I'm sorry? I can't even remember my stepfather's name? Because I never took the initiative to talk to him.

And then I grew up? In the process? Older kids in town than me? Do you often run to me with eyebrows? Then he asked me with an ambiguous expression? Your stepdad and your mom at night? How do you sleep?"

Then? I'm very simple. Far simpler than people of the same age now? I asked them rhetorically? Sleeping together, of course? How else can you sleep?

Those children swallowing saliva? Keep asking me?" Who's up there, who's down there?"

I don't understand.

They just call me rubbish? What's it packed in? When you leave later, you say it every time? Your mom let your stepdad ride? are blind to such a beautiful woman. Is it really flowers stuck in cow dung? Or is it? It's really good cabbage to make the pig arch.

Not long? I'm beginning to understand that they say these things? What does that mean.

Are they actually trying to get out of my mouth? Dig up some information that satisfies their deformed minds.

I'm too lazy to answer them again? Angered me later? I also got into a fight with a boy who was seven or eight years older than me. But I couldn't beat him at all? After he beat me? Still insulting me? Say that your stepfather doesn't have the ability to be a man? What are you doing all day long? Your stepdad is more than 20 years older than your mom? I really don't know what you young mom thinks? Can there be results between them? Why don't you introduce your mother to me? I know your mom is young? When I gave birth to you? Only 14 years old!

I'm wiping the blood from the corners of my mouth? Scolding?" Your mom was 14 years old when she gave birth to you! ”

He smiled coldly? Say?" Your mother's affairs are clear to everyone in town. If it weren't for your father...; …; Do you think your mother would live with such a hopeless man? And then give birth to you? Brat? You are simply ignorant! Don't watch you all day? Coming to town more than every day? You know everything. ”

That moment? The other party's words made me feel like I was struck by lightning? Don't know why? Think of my mother every time in the dead of night? Sitting alone in front of your dresser? Silently weeping? I felt the urge to cry.

Do I carefully recall the bits and pieces of my mother's life with me? In front of me? She never seems to say bitter? Never complained about his fate. She always laughed and said to me? Everything will be fine. As long as you grow up safely and healthily? Then I'm satisfied. The beans are drawn together.

However...; …;

When I was 18 years old? My mother? Gave birth to a baby for my stepfather.

The day this baby was born? The whole town of people? Are all spreading rumors?" The baby? It's a ghost baby! ”