"Alang, stop her mouth and don't let her scream."
"Jinfeng, since you want to repay me, why not just give your life to me?"
In the darkness, the dark female voice mixed with the clear male voice, like a ghostly roar lingering in the ears, the breath of death once again enveloped the heart, depression, despair, and full of pain As if he couldn't breathe, his breathing became rapid.
Zhan Jinfeng opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was sweating profusely.
There are familiar thick wooden beams above the head, and the early morning sunlight shines through the lattice window frame on the kang head.
Zhan Jinfeng reaches out to wipe away the tight beads of sweat on his forehead and breathes a sigh of relief.
He stands up and looks at the sleeping woman next to him.
She was reborn, and her mother was still there.
Although she had known it for a long time, she still woke up from nightmares every day.
That man killed her for his own glory and wealth, just because his mother died and he had no family to rely on.
In this life, she must bring her mother back from hell and protect their happiness.
While she was in a trance, the people around her slowly woke up.
Zhan Xiuyun slowly opened her slender and charming eyes and saw her daughter's solemn expression.
She couldn't help but sit up and gently caress her daughter's smooth face. cheeks.
"Feng'er, what are you thinking about?"
"Mom, today is market day, right?"
Zhan Xiuyun nodded, and then hugged her lovingly into his arms.
"Yeah, today is fifteen."
There are fixed dates for fairs in rural areas, usually on the first and fifteenth day of each month.
If there is a big fair, it will last for half a month.
In my memory, my mother fell ill because she got caught in the rain on her way back from the market.
Zhan Jinfeng frowned and clutched Zhan Xiuyun's coarse cloth sleeves.
"Mom, I don't want to go to the market.
Let's not go anywhere today, okay?"
If you don’t get caught in the rain, you won’t get sick, and your mother won’t be unable to survive this New Year.
Zhan Xiuyun sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand and touched her little nose: "Feng'er, we don't have a man in our family.
We can't contribute anything in the village, and we don't have access to land.
Although we bought three acres of land, we still have to hire people to farm and harvest.
There is not much food left.
Mom is spinning and embroidering at home every day, just to wait for the market to exchange for some things to supplement the family income.
Feng'er, you are already an older child, you should be more sensible, right?"
Hearing this, Zhan Jinfeng's eyes turned red again.
She knew the situation at home very well.
Because they were outsiders, her mother had been living cautiously and tried not to conflict with others.
In addition to the harvest from the fields, her mother had to spin textiles with her.
In exchange for embroidery, there was a question that I had been holding back for a long time and never asked my mother, because I was afraid that my mother would be unhappy, but she had already died once, so she still wanted to find out some things.
"Mom, who is my dad?
Why don't we go find my dad so that mom doesn't have to work so hard and we don't have to live so carefully?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhan Xiuyun's complexion immediately changed.
Her fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice at the moment, and there was an inexplicable sadness in the green coldness, which made her feel uncomfortable and tight in her heart just by looking at it.
"Dead."
After a long time, Zhan Xiuyun said quietly: "What else can you expect from a dead person?"
Zhan Jinfeng's dark eyes darkened, and she could clearly see her mother's expression.
Her father was not dead, but her mother just thought he was.
Seeing her daughter looking at her with such eyes, Zhan Xiuyun frowned, with a little sparkle in her eyes.
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She stretched out her hand to gently drag her daughter's cheek, staring closely at her daughter with her slender eyes, which were dark and crystal clear like fine gems. eyes.
She looked so focused, as if looking at the love of her life.
"Feng'er, you are my mother's treasure.
I will never allow you to suffer any injustice.
It doesn't matter if my mother is suffering a little bit now.
As long as my Feng'er is happier than my mother, I will be satisfied."
Hearing this, hot tears rolled out of Zhan Jinfeng's dark almond eyes, and the tears flowed down the end of her eyes and over the back of her mother's soft and warm hands.
If she had been herself in the past, she would have cried and felt uncomfortable after hearing her mother's words.
But now She was more emotional.
At this time, my mother had probably made up her mind to marry her to Guan Shilang next door.
He was the only scholar in the village.
He was decent and handsome, and had good literary talent.
However, his mother, Mrs.
Chen, was quite mean, so my mother went all out.
I really wanted to save more money for her to save her from being bullied by Chen, but mother, you still neglected me.
Chen was not only mean, but also very greedy, and it was in this mother-son relationship that I died. under greed "Mom, my daughter will stay with her forever and never go anywhere.
She will not marry."
As she said this, Zhan Jinfeng threw herself into Zhan Xiuyun's arms and burst into tears.
"Silly boy, there is no daughter who doesn't get married.
Are you going to be an old girl?
My mother will be so angry with you."
"Then the daughter will marry with her mother.
If he doesn't want the mother, the daughter will not marry."
Zhan Xiuyun couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard the words.
She hugged her tightly, her heart full of joy, but she pretended to be angry: "You girl, you actually said some scary things.
How can anyone come through the door with your mother's clothes?"
, making people think that this wife’s hair has not yet grown, making people laugh.”
"I don't care, if he doesn't want his mother, his daughter won't want him."
"How can you have the final say here?"
Zhan Xiuyun pulled her out of her arms and put clothes on her body: "Okay, get up soon.
Your aunt will be here soon, and we have to go to the market together."
Zhan Jinfeng couldn't resist, so she had to get up and get dressed and wash herself.
Zhan Xiuyun saw that she finally stopped insisting, so she got up and walked out of the bedroom.
After putting on the white silk plain dress with cross-neck collar made by her mother, washed it, and carefully combed her hair, Zhan Jinfeng opened the curtain of the inner room, walked through the courtyard and ran directly into the main room.
When she entered the house, she discovered that Mrs.
Chen, who had killed her, had already arrived.
She was sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the hall talking to her mother.
When she saw her running in, he smiled and said, "Look at Feng'er, the longer she gets, the more beautiful she is.
There is no one in our village who can match this.”
Hearing this, Zhan Jinfeng lowered his eyelids to cover up the strangeness flashing in his eyes, stopped his feet and saluted politely: "Hello, aunt."
Mrs.
Chen burst out laughing: "Okay, the people in our village are all rough people.
There are so many rules and etiquette.
They are all done by the young ladies in the city."
As he spoke, the corners of his lowered eyes squinted slightly, but it was Look at Zhan Xiuyun.
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Zhan Xiuyun just pretended not to see him and stretched out her hand to invite Zhan Jinfeng to come to eat.
Zhan Jinfeng lowered his head and took the delicate flower roll handed over by his mother, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the pickles.
Mrs.
Chen stretched out her head to look at Hanamaki, feeling very envious.
"Big girls are good at craftsmanship.
How many people can make such exquisite and small flower rolls?"
"It's just something to coax children.
Feng'er didn't like to eat when she was a child, so I can only try to coax her to eat by making it more beautiful."
She didn't know whether to coax her or not.
She was already a five-year-old child when she came here.
However, no matter what Zhan Xiuyun did, she was very delicate and meticulous.
It was very different from what country women made.
Zhan Xiuyun was even more so when it came to eating.
Not only are the meals cooked carefully and exquisitely, but they are also determined not to bring thick noodles to the dining table.
The two of them have always eaten with thin noodles, and whenever they eat, they will always be paired with soup.
Thinking about it this way, you can tell that Zhan Xiuyun is definitely not the daughter of a small family.
No wonder Mrs.
Chen always likes to plot against their family.
Thinking of Zhan Jinfeng's dark almond-shaped eyes flashing with a hint of cunning, Mrs.
Chen would never think of plotting against their family's money again in this life. aa2705221: