"I couldn't figure it out then, but now I understand it."

Zhang Fengjiao's words are like countless hands with sharp nails, piercing those whitewashed words and dissecting the bloody truth.

Even if you hurt 800 enemies and 1,000 yourself.

Even though her eyes were already soaked with moisture.

"Tian Zhaodi, you are forgetting your roots."

The middle-aged man seemed to have some scruples, stretched out his hand angrily, and retracted it again.

"Yougen, don't talk angry."

The middle-aged woman holding the little boy pulled the man's sleeve and said comfortingly.

Tian Yougen forcibly suppressed his anger, did not speak again, and threw the mess to his daughter-in-law.

The middle-aged woman smiled kindly and gently at Zhang Fengjiao, and said kindly, "Jiaojiao." ”

At this moment, Zhang Fengjiao's thorns softened.

No longer as hysterical as Fang Cai, rightly arrogant.

Instead, his lips pursed, as if he was hesitating to call him.

Should she call her mother or her son.

Is this gentle and gentle woman in front of her still her mother?

The middle-aged woman saw Zhang Fengjiao's softened attitude, and then said, "As long as Jiaojiao still recognizes her mother, her mother will always be Jiaojiao's mother." ”

"Mom."

Zhang Fengjiao turned her head away and shouted writhingly.

Yu Feiwan wrinkled his little face, what kind of ingredient is this?

Not to mention a white swan suddenly popping up from a flock of black ducks.

She still believes that a quilt can't tell two kinds of people.

It is rare to be able to sell a six- or seven-year-old girl to such a family, and to have maternal love.

Not surprisingly, one sings with a red face and the other with a white face, and then does not distinguish between the things that Zhang Fengjiao's little girl fools, and will always be soft on this degenerate, false and superficial maternal love.

Let's take a look.

In case humanity is not as ugly as she thinks.

I saw the middle-aged woman rubbing Zhang Fengjiao's little head, "Jiaojiao, mom knows that you are wronged in your heart." ”

"But it's not easy for your father, he still has your daughter in his heart."

"For the past few days, he has been talking about waiting for the snow to stop, and he will go to your aunt's house to see you at a time."

"No, as soon as there was a big set, he went out in a hurry and bought your favorite peach crisp, and by chance he met you."

"He's just that kind of temper, he doesn't say soft and nice things, and every time you call him uncle, his heart feels like a needle prick. After scolding you, he will sigh again when he goes back, annoyed that he shouldn't have done that to you. ”

"What happened back then, my parents were confused for a while."

"You weren't young at that time, you should still remember what life our family had at that time."

"My brother separated, just because your father didn't have a son, he was divided into a mud house with a dilapidated roof and leaky roof, and our family ate and drank Lazar in it."

"Mom was pointed at and scolded for the hen that couldn't lay eggs, and your dad was poked in the backbone and scolded for cutting off the mule and couldn't straighten his waist."

"I finally got pregnant, but I didn't have a good look, I took medicine and was hospitalized, and I spent almost all the money."

"Alas, it's all things that can't be helped, and it's useless for parents."

"If Jiaojiao has grievances in her heart, then she will be angry with her mother, and her mother can't stand you."

Zhang Fengjiao blushed, her eyes flashed, her eyes were red, and she didn't hold back a word for a long time.

The more she held back, the more aggrieved she became, and Zhang Fengjiao burst into tears.

Corners can isolate people, but not sounds.

Zhang Fengjiao cried, and the stupid little boy held by the middle-aged woman also bit her fingers and cried.

The middle-aged woman was also anxious.

It's just that this anxiety is distressed for the little boy, or angry at Zhang Fengjiao's ignorance.

The middle-aged woman first patted the little boy's back and comforted her a few times, and then glanced at Tian Yougen again and again.

Tian Yougen sighed dissatisfiedly, but still bent down to pick up the little boy from the ground, and took out a piece of dried fruit from his pocket like a trick to coax the little boy.

The middle-aged woman freed her hand before she took Zhang Fengjiao in her arms and spoke softly.

Seeing this moment, Yu Feiwan's heart was already clear.

It's just a show!

Not a word can be trusted!

After saying a bunch of words, in essence, he is still exculpating himself, letting Zhang Fengjiao, a little silly girl, convince herself, and push it on the little silly girl by the way.

Victims have to feel guilty at all times.

That's right, Zhang Fengjiao has been demoted from a rich little sister to a little silly girl.

Yu Feiwan only had a feeling of nausea after eating.

Yu Feiwan looked at Yu Ping sideways, and was completely numb after seeing that Yu Ping was also very moved by the scene of the mother and daughter hugging and crying in front of her.

Move?

Don't dare to move at all!

Yu Feiwan felt that his brows were furrowed enough to kill flies.

"Auntie."

In this crying one after another, Yu Feiwan opened his mouth with an innocent face.

"Why do you blame Fengjiao for living in a dilapidated mud house that leaks rain?"

"Why did Huaiguangguang sell Fengjiao after spending the money?"

"Why did you say that you were confused for a while, and then you gave it to your aunt to raise."

"It's weird."

"Is it confused at two o'clock, or does my aunt want Feng Jiao to live a good life?"

"But why do you need so much money if you have a good life?"

Yu Feiwan tilted his head, his index finger still poked his little face, blinked his big eyes, pretending to be cute, and opened his mouth.

Whether it was Zhang Fengjiao, who was crying aggrievedly, or Yu Ping, who was moved, they all froze.

"You kid, whose family, what nonsense are you talking about." The middle-aged woman glared at Yu Feiwan dissatisfiedly.

Yu Feiwan continued to pretentiously, "Auntie, does it depend on whose family you speak?" ”

"It's been taught in the school, if you don't have to be ashamed to ask, you can't pretend to understand."

"Seeing that my uncle and aunt are dressed in such spirit, they must be educated and decent people, and they will definitely know everything and answer my doubts."

Cry and cry, cry and cry again, and if you are sold, you have to help with the money.

Zhang Fengjiao's biological father and mother are absolutely ill-intentioned.

Even if you really want to repair your feelings, it's not such a repair method.

The head can be kneaned with dough, but the heart must never be made of soft tofu.

Whoever pretends to say a few words can be moved.

"Auntie?"

"Uncle?"

Yu Feiwan blinked his eyes and urged.

Zhang Fengjiao wiped a handful of tears, and she didn't know if it was intentional, and wiped it on the middle-aged woman's clean and thick cotton clothes.

"yes, why?"

Zhang Fengjiao learned from Yu Feiwan's appearance and asked questions sincerely.

The middle-aged woman was speechless for a while, and finally said after a while, "If you don't have a male baby, you will be looked down upon." ”

Seeing that Zhang Fengjiao agreed a little more, Yu Feiwan bared her teeth, "Is that Jiaojiao wanting her aunt to give birth to her and not give birth to a male baby?" ”

"Auntie, you need to read more and study more."

"Otherwise, no one can tell the difference."

"My aunt is so beautiful, but I can't take it for granted."

Well, she wants to say that she thinks beautifully.