Chapter 41: Small, Livestock (1)

Back in the rental house, even though it was late at night, I couldn't sleep, lying in bed, tossing and turning.

I thought, if Jiang Ziyu is still fine, how can I suffer these sins?

Before Jiang Ziyu had an accident, I felt that I was the happiest and happiest girl in the world. In the past, Jiang Ziyu used to make fun of me, saying that I had long hair and short knowledge -- because my greatest ideal was to marry Jiang Ziyu after graduating from college and then have a child for Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu likes to say to me like this:

"Is there a brother and sister who are married?"

I replied:

"You are not my own brother, and we are not related by blood. ”

Jiang Ziyu is my stepmother's son. When my mother gave birth to me, she died of dystocia and heavy bleeding. Until I was thirteen, I lived with my grandmother in the country, and when my grandmother died of illness, my father took me back to the city.

Two years later, my dad married Jiang Xiaolu, Jiang Ziyu's mother.

My stepmother, Jiang Xiaolu, is a charming woman.

Not the particularly pretty kind. The stepmother's skin is not very white, but she is very tall and a little lazy, and in the light that is not bright, you can also see that her appearance is flawed, but the stepmother is a very seductive woman, and a unique charm shines out of her bones.

Because of the amorous style, the stepmother became someone else's junior when she was young - strictly speaking, she can't be considered a junior.

It is said that the man surnamed Lu turned out to be the lover of his stepmother who had been in love for many years, and in order to live a prosperous and wealthy life, he ruthlessly abandoned her and married a rich woman he did not love.

And Jiang Ziyu is the illegitimate child born to a man surnamed Lu when he broke the connection with my stepmother. When Jiang Ziyu was three years old, Lu's man, on a business trip, unfortunately had an accident and returned to heaven.

Jiang Ziyu followed my stepmother's surname.

Jiang Ziyu was tall, thin, with healthy malt skin, and he liked to shave the head of a sharp and unruly soldier. His eyes are slender, slightly evil, his cheekbones are slightly protruding, his nose is extremely straight, his lips are a little thick, and the curvature of his lips is indescribably good-looking.

The first time I saw Jiang Ziyu, I was stunned.

There is a feeling of stunning.

How can there be such a good-looking man? It's really good-looking, and he looks like a male protagonist who came out of a Japanese comic.

Before the age of fifteen, I was not at all conspicuous, a middle school student dressed up, wearing a clean white and blue-edged school uniform skirt, white sneakers, and a ponytail tied in the back of my head with my hair on the side.

But after the age of fifteen, I was like a small tree that had been silent for a long time, but it was full of flowers overnight, and I couldn't wait to become enchanting.

That kind of seductive enchantment, wrapped in my thin clothes, bamboo pole-like figure, I don't know when it began, became graceful, waist is waist, chest is chest, spring is like the moon under the water, a stone falls, suddenly flees in all directions, can't hold it.

Jiang Ziyu is the stone.

My stepmother, Jiang Xiaolu, sang in the city drama troupe when she was young, and she was still Hua Dan, but now the drama has declined, the drama troupe has also been disbanded, and my stepmother has become a jobless vagrant.

(To be continued)