"Thank you, Weicheng! I have died at least a thousand times, and every time I died in a confused way. Someone has snatched my heart away a long time ago, and now it is beating in a heartless, cold-blooded body; Playing with, being firmly in someone else¡¯s hands.¡±
"Why do you have to do this? Damn it, is there no other choice?
"I don't know. I was blinded at the time and didn't know anything."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I hate him, I want to conquer him, and I want to take revenge on him."
"It's very dangerous for you to do this. He will kill you. Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm afraid - there's nothing I can do about it. I vow to get him. Because he is too important to me, and I can do what others can do. Some people say that women are cruel, but I say that men are worse than women. It's more selfish and unfair to me. At least mine has completely changed now. I am cold-blooded and ruthless. I must get what I want. My heart has long been mixed with dirt and is as cold as a frosty stone."
Afterwards, she broke out in a cold sweat. It was the illusory power of the spirit that pushed her into the bad news of stupid will, followed by a mysterious plan that made her lose her soul. Some things are difficult for outsiders to imagine without being involved. Qiu Chan does not need to find a way out now. She has to move forward in a reasonable but not legal direction, even if she thinks that she may succeed or fail to achieve her goal later. , it is possible that she will fall short, these strange conditioned reflex circles are of no use to her, and she will not give up as always.
The sky is clear and the clouds are light. The sun shines brightly, and the earth is warm. When Zhong Qiuchan returned home at about ten o'clock in the morning, it was difficult for her to explain clearly what kind of situation she was in and what her mood was. But one thing she knows very well, she is back again, and everyone will testify for her that she has lived here for more than ten years, and everything here has the myth of her childhood and the interest of her childhood. She saw the low and simple old tile-roofed houses and the narrow cement streets, as if she saw the scenes of her childhood playing on the streets. The age of innocence is her most joyful and lively childhood, and it is also the most unforgettable time in her life. Seeing the old house she had lived with for more than ten years, and looking at her mother's dry and cold eyes, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and her injured heart seemed to be crying. How much she wanted to get her mother's warmth, how much she wanted to hear her mother say a few words of comfort, but she couldn't see her mother's kindness and kindness to her.
With warm eyes, my mother¡¯s warm and kind smile cannot be seen. After a while, Yang Qin asked her lukewarmly,
"You're back? Why are you back now?" Yang Qin asked lukewarmly.
She really wanted to reply and ask, but she didn't dare to say anything. At this time, Qiu Chan endured the grief of being hurt and forced a more natural smile on her face: "Yes."
Her voice was very low, and Sadness Liangai ran into the back room to hide without turning her head.
At this time, she felt very uncertain, and the desolate atmosphere pushed her to the other side of life. Then a pair of incredible eyes appeared in front of him. It¡¯s hard to tell with these eyes whether customs are unfair to women, or whether it¡¯s the new era¡¯s idea that women should sleep first and get married later. Therefore, reasonable things are illegal. Whether it is pregnancy first and then marriage, whether it is first sleeping together and then falling in love, or first sleeping together and then getting married, it is illegal to act against social morality.
"I'm blind because I raised a bitch like you who doesn't follow the rules of women and is immoral." Yang Qin was so angry that her hands shook. Her body was already very weak and could not withstand an unexpected blow.
"Why don't I behave like a woman? Have you seen me stealing someone? It's so annoying." Qiu Chan couldn't stand it anymore, so she and Yang Qin had a big quarrel at home.
"If you don't follow the good sunshine path, you have to take the wrong path. Let me ask you, I am a person with a family, a wife and a daughter at home, a good family. If you steal someone else's man and destroy other people's family, I will blush for you. ." The more Yang Qin thought about it, the angrier she became, and her dry presbyopic eyes had no luster.
"It doesn't matter if I have family troubles, I just want to like a man like this, can you care about it?" Qiu Chan went all the way, and no one could stop her from falling in love and losing her virginity.
"My godmother has raised such an unchaste daughter as yours, and I am completely humiliated." Yang Qin recited Qiu Chan's scandal and cried very sadly. She had never owed anything to her daughter since she was a child. How could she suddenly turn into a heartless and cruel woman? She couldn't understand and couldn't accept it.
"Okay, I'm dirty. I'm unchaste. I've disgraced you, and it's all my fault. I can't leave yet!" Qiu Chan rushed out of the inner room and ran out crying without raising her head.
"Sister, don't be like mom. I don't blame you for this." Zeng Weicheng stopped Qiu Chan. It was very difficult at this time; on one side was his mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and on the other was his mother who had lived together for more than 20 years. Sister: "Mom is confused and can't think straight. Don't be angry with her. Brother Weicheng, please."
"How can any mother scold her daughter like this, even if I'm not her?"As a daughter, she shouldn't say such ugly words. "No one understands Qiu Chan's injustice, and Brother Weicheng also has opinions on her.
"I'm not right either. I shouldn't impose my views on you." Zeng Weicheng comforted her sincerely and kindly: "Qiu Chan, don't cry! Brother Weicheng still says, I sincerely hope you are happy. If you have any grievances , life is not going well, or you have other ideas, don¡¯t forget that your brother Weicheng is still waiting for you to come home."
Qiu Chan¡¯s quiet face was filled with tears, and she cried like a tearful person: ¡°Brother Weicheng, do you really not hate me?¡±
"You are so stupid. I am your brother Weicheng. How could this happen? Be obedient and don't cry!" Zeng Weicheng said this, feeling very uncomfortable and conflicted at the same time.
Qiu Chan's fragile heart finally found some comfort. She took Weicheng's handkerchief and suddenly felt a powerful warmth nurturing her hurt heart. Only then did she truly feel what family affection and love are, and Brother Weicheng was her attachment to family affection and love. She leaned gently on his shoulder, like a suddenly injured bird returning to its boudoir, protected by someone who had always cared for her, who was closer than love and safer than family affection.
Zeng Weicheng is in pain and cannot accept the reality. A man would not shed tears easily, but now his tears are emotional sadness. He tried to save his sister's confused and deviant soul and pull her back from the asymmetric and unrealistic deception, but he failed. Later, he wanted to tell his sister the details of the last time he was framed, and the person who directed the frame-up was Zhang Jianguo. He was scared when he thought about it now.
"Qiu Chan, how much do you know about Zhang Jianguo?"
"Your godmother wants to ask this question?" Qiu Chan's head rested on Weicheng's shoulder, her expression still reserved and unnatural at all.
"I'm your brother, why don't you care about your future brother-in-law?" Zeng Weicheng didn't even say the words, so he had to change the words of concern: "Besides, he should know that I am your brother, right?"
"I know." Qiu Chan replied.
¡°Knowing that he still¡ª¡ª¡± Zeng Weicheng was interrupted by Qiu Chan as soon as he finished speaking.
"What did he do? What do you think?" Qiu Chan, a woman trapped in Qian's net, saw all Zhang Jianguo's good points up close. She didn't believe what others said. As the saying goes, a lover looks at the mountains from afar. The more a lover looks at the mountains, the more perfect they become. The mountains in the distance are beautiful, majestic and majestic.
"He is also the deputy director of the factory, an official." Zeng Weicheng said implicitly: "Leaders have their own secrets. For example, he climbed from section chief to deputy director so quickly. Another example is why his reputation is so good. No matter which one is good, the merits all lie in his own person, and the excellence in the midst of the strangeness is the best."
"The more I listen, the more confused I become. What do you want to tell me?" Qiu Chan felt that Zeng Weicheng was weird, and there was something in his words: "No, you must know his secret, or have heard bad news about him outside? "
"How important is he to you?" Zeng Weicheng was very conflicted and wanted to tell her the ugly truth about Zhang Jianguo. Suddenly he gave up the idea. He said: "What am I saying? Don't forget that Brother Weicheng is waiting for you to come home."
"I don't believe it. Brother Weicheng, tell me that there must be something unpleasant between you and Jianguo." Qiu Chan seemed to feel something, but couldn't figure it out for the moment: "I saw in your eyes that you were hiding something. I, you will not lie, Zeng Weicheng will never lie in my eyes. Brother Weicheng, tell me."
"Qiu Chan, I love you." Zeng Weicheng tried to hug her: "Really, I didn't lie to you."
"No - you will find a better woman." Qiu Chan suddenly pushed Zeng Weicheng away, as if she was frightened and made a mistake: "Weicheng, I'm sorry for you."
"Sister, let's go back!" Zeng Weicheng and Qiu Chan held hands, as if they were back to the past. In the same year, Qiu Chan trembled with fear when she entered an unfathomable narrow alley. She hugged Weicheng's arm tightly until she walked out of the narrow alley before letting go. The smile on her quiet little face was so innocent and innocent. It's different now. It's still a narrow alley. There's an awkward distance between the two of them holding hands. This kind of mature family affection plus emotional hand-holding is different from the hand-holding in love. It seems that neither of them has any strange feeling. .
At this time, Qiu Chan stood in front of Yang Qin, and Weicheng was also beside her. Her quiet smile and adjusted mood were like how she used to please her mother when she was a child.
"Mom, my daughter is wrong. My daughter wants to pay her respects to the old man!?"
Yang Qin was sitting on the old wooden chair, expressionless, merciless, sulky and silent.
"Mom, it's my daughter's fault. I shouldn't make you angry." Qiu Chan knelt in front of Yang Qin and kept kneeling piously.
"Mom, you are the Empress Dowager. My son will also kneel down to you and forgive my sister." Zeng Weicheng was about to kneel down next to Qiu Chan and let his mother nag her.
"Okay, a grown man?Anyone kneels down casually? Get up, mom is not angry with you. Yang Qin finally spoke, and her attitude suddenly changed: "Mom was also at fault. She shouldn't have scolded her." Don¡¯t blame mom! It¡¯s my mother who is not open-minded and has old ideas and foolish ideas. As long as you are good, I will be happy than anything else. "
"Mom, my daughter, thank you for your tolerance." Qiu Chan suddenly stood in front of Yang Qin and bowed with a standard ringing bow. Then the look she gave Weicheng was so sincere. Their eyes suddenly met, as if there was a kind of hopeful light waiting for them, quietly expecting!