My mother doesn't like makeup, she is beautiful and beautiful without makeup.

There was a striking expression between the eyebrows, and the woman's usual low eyebrows and forbearance were invisible to her face.

When my father passed away, my mother felt sad, but the stubbornness that emerged from her bones was no different from the past.

A trace of tears emerged in Xue Ling's eyes.

The woman in front of her is her mother Jiang Yue.

The mother is different from other women's personality. She doesn't like the title of Jiang. Even when she calls her father, she never calls her husband or master like other aunts.

My mother has always called her father's name alone. When she is happy, she calls her name, and when she is unhappy, she even has the name with her surname.

Xue Ling knew since she was a child that her mother had always been a rebellious person in the entire family.

The Jiang family ranks second among the witch doctor families.

Therefore, although my mother acts erratic and her father deals with it, the Xue family turns a blind eye.

This contradiction broke out completely after the death of his father.

In the previous life, she could not resolve this contradiction, so her mother passed away early.

In this life, even if it can be resolved, she will not want to.

She didn't want to let her mother down to resolve the conflict.

A mother that father can protect.

She can do it too.

And it will do better.

Xue Ling shook her head slightly, leaving all the thoughts in her mind behind.

In life, there are only a few people who are most important.

My mother is here, and this family is still there.

With hope in her eyes, she called out to her mother.

A very faint light dizzy from the bottom of my eyes.

When Jiang saw a pair of daughters, he was stunned. He soon came to his senses and frowned. His voice was still loud. But when he heard it carefully, he felt a kind of strong strength.

"Where did this snow come from? Come here quickly, I'll take a look?"

As he said that, he pulled Xue Ling over and took away the snow on her body.

Then he explained carefully, "Your grandmother will come to take charge of the overall situation tomorrow. After these few days, after your father is buried, we will go home. There are many rules at home, and we can't be as comfortable as we are now. A Ling is already thirteen years old, and when she finishes filial piety, she will be sixteen." He sighed, "Sixteen years old,"

After this long sigh, he never spoke again.

With her mother's expression in the past, Xue Ling would have thought that her mother was worried about her marriage.

But I don’t know that after this sigh, it is a mother who cannot accompany her daughter to grow up and cannot see her daughter’s marriage with her own eyes.

Mother, probably guessed her fate.

Xue Ling felt a little distressed.

She still remembered that in her previous life, she was immersed in the pain of losing her father and did not notice the abnormality in her mother's words.

I never thought that in just a few days, I lost my closest relatives one after another.

Thinking about it now, what she missed the most was the peaceful days around her parents.

Xue Ling held his mother's hand and called out again.

Jiang Yue sighed slightly, "A Ling, don't worry. You and Yan'er are the legitimate daughters of the Xue family, and no one dares to do anything to you."

Xue Ling sighed secretly, her mother was more transparent than she thought. She had seen everything about the Xue family clearly and clearly.

Jiang Yue was abnormal and explained to Xue Ling in detail, with a helplessness to explain the funeral.

When she said this, her face was different from her usual look, and she had a sense of indifference that was almost compromised.

Xue Ling ignored all her thoughts, raised her face, and asked in a pun, "Why did my mother explain so carefully, don't you go back with us?"

Jiang Yue was just a moment of loss of consciousness, and then said with little confidence, "Of course I have to go back together, that is also my home. A Ling, I have seen through the harshness of this world on women. Since I can't change my destiny, I just hope that you and Yan'er can marry and have children like ordinary girls and live some of the most ordinary days."

Marry and have children.

Xue Ling did not agree with the spell she had put on, so naturally she never thought about getting married and having children.

but,

Xue Ling's eyes fell on her sister. Since it was her mother's expectation, let her sister do it.

Jiang Yue's voice was soft and quiet, "A Ling, Yan'er, you can learn to make mistakes when encountering things in the future, and don't be too persistent."

With such a simple sentence, Xue Ling was almost sure that the self-blame in her mother's words could not be concealed.

Self-blame is a difficult emotion to relieve, and no one understands it better than her.

In the previous life, my sister's death was the last straw that overwhelmed her.

So at that time, she stopped resisting and died with peace of mind.

However, at the last moment of his life, the unwillingness pulled her back.

She has died once and can understand the meaning of life better than anyone else.

There are expectations when you are alive.

And death is destined to be just a manifestation of failure.

"Ah Mom," Xue Ling said in her heart, "My daughter was studying yesterday and when she read an article, could she answer one or two for me?"

Jiang Yue waved his hand, "I have poor poetry and prose. If you ask me this, it is equivalent to playing the piano against a cow. If your father reborn,"

Fearing that his mother's worries were aroused, Xue Ling quickly reached out and pulled Jiang Yue's sleeve, interrupting the words that his mother had not finished saying, "I have no one to ask except my mother. I'll see, maybe my mother understands?"

Such a young daughter's posture made Jiang Yue feel soft, "You can see it first. If I don't understand, I can check it for you."

Xue Ling muttered softly, "I am in danger and was in danger of being a misfortune. I gave birth to a child for six months, and my kind father was in a relationship. I was four years old and my uncle took away my mother's ambition. My grandmother Liu Minchen was alone and weak, and I raised him personally. My few and many sick people were not allowed to do it at nine years old, and I was lonely and lonely. As for the establishment, I have no uncle and brothers, my family has a weak family, and my family has a weak family and I have a child at night. I have no relatives who have a strong fortune outside, and I have no five-foot servant in the door. I am alone and silenced."

Xue Ling is thirteen years old, and her voice should have the crispness of a girl.

But every word is filled with a calmness that is different from the past.

When I was alone and hung up, I was already filled with a choking sound.

Jiang Yue's expression could not resist the movement, and from the beginning the helplessness gradually turned into a kind of pain.

This article that Xue Ling reads is from the confession, and the meaning of her words is focused on the orphanage of no father or mother.

Jiang Yue couldn't remain indifferent. She stretched out her arm and held her two daughters in her arms. The sadness in her eyes retreated and turned into a sense of determination. "A Ling, I understand what you mean, don't worry, Ah Mom will always be there. She will never let you and Yan'er experience such pain."
Chapter completed!