Serve soup?
It sounds like Jiang's mother is really good to her youngest son, providing him with rice, vegetables and soup.
But the rice bowls and dishes were clean, but the soup bowl was covered in dust and dirt.
That was her precious son. Would she be willing to serve him soup in a dirty bowl?
Not to mention Lin Xi, even Jiang Wenming and Xu Xiatian felt that this bowl could not have been used by her to serve soup to Jiang Wenkang.
Her excuse was a bit too hasty.
Moreover, looking at Jiang's mother's panicked eyes at this moment, Jiang Wenming's heart also sank.
It is said that no one knows a son better than his mother. Similarly, Jiang Wenming, the son, does not know his mother at all.
Some of her little tempers, especially when she was lying or was unsure, would make her look around.
Could it be that what happened to his daughter Xinxin was really done by his mother?
But she is his biological mother, Xinxin’s biological grandmother!
Xu Xiatian didn't have so many concerns, and he gritted his teeth and exposed Jiang's mother's lies.
"If you're going to lie, tell a decent lie. This broken bowl is the same one you use to feed chickens and ducks. How could you possibly use it to serve soup to Jiang Wenkang? You old woman, Xinxin must have been harmed by you, for sure!"
Before Jiang's mother could explain, Lin Xi had already walked to Jiang Wenkang's grave, squatted down, and reached out to touch the soil at the back of the grave that had obviously been turned over and filled in.
Seeing Lin Xi's actions, Jiang's mother's pupils shrank suddenly, and she rushed over without thinking to grab Lin Xi.
Although Lin Xi had his back to her, it was as if he had eyes on his back, and he knew everything Jiang's mother did.
㱗When she pounced on her madly, her body quickly moved to the side.
Jiang's mother missed her target and fell headfirst onto the grave.
The topsoil of the grave had become dry and hard from the scorching sun. When she laid her head on it, her face felt like it had hit a rock, and she screamed in pain.
Lin Xi stood up, clapped his hands, looked at Jiang's mother who was wailing with an expressionless face, and then said to Jiang Wenming and Xu Xiatian.
"Your daughter's things are buried in here."
Although Lin Xi has not seen Xinxin yet, nor has he come into contact with any items related to Xinxin.
But when he came near the grave, he noticed that there were two different ghosts in the grave.
Moreover, the aura of these two ghosts, one of which has similarities with Jiang Wenming and Xu Xiatian, and the other one is similar to Jiang Wenming and his mother.
Combined with the broken bowl she just discovered in front of the tombstone.
It's impossible not to see what's going on.
It was also very clear who those two ghosts were.
One of them is Jiang Wenkang, and the other is Jiang Xin.
Hearing Lin Xi say that there were precious things in Jiang Wenkang's grave, Xu Xiatian was stunned for a moment, and the next second he ran over here like crazy.
Although she didn't quite understand the ins and outs of these metaphysical theories, she knew that each grave could only contain the owner's own things. If other people's things were placed in it, it would definitely create some taboos!
When I arrived at the location Lin Xi pointed out, I suddenly discovered that there was a small area of soil there that had been turned over and filled in by someone!
Thinking that there might be something of Xinxin in there, Xu Xiatian was so angry that his hands were shaking!
She didn't even bother to run to Jiang's house to get a hoe. She got up and walked directly to Jiang Wenkang's tombstone, picked up a plate and threw it on the ground, then picked up a piece of plate fragment that was more convenient to use and started digging that small area.
Jiang's mother, who had not yet recovered from the pain, was almost tearing her eyes apart when she saw this scene!
She let out a loud scream.
"Xu Xiatian, stop it right there! You vicious woman, how dare you dig up Wen Kang's grave!"
She shouted and roared at Jiang Wenming.
"Jiang Wenming, are you dead? You just watched her destroy your brother's grave! He's your own brother, do you have any conscience? Hurry up and pull this vicious woman away!"
She wanted to come up by herself, but she felt a little dizzy after hitting her head.
But after she yelled at her eldest son Jiang Wenming, she didn't see him come over obediently to stop Xu Xiatian, and he even looked at her with hatred.
That look startled Jiang's mother and she subconsciously avoided Jiang Wenming's sight.
However, although she felt guilty for a moment, she felt angry again when she thought that Jiang Wenming, her own son, actually looked at her with such eyes.
She simply slapped her thigh again and started crying.
"Oh my! My life is so miserable! I worked so hard to raise two sons, but one left me when he was only a teenager, and the other got married and forgot about his mother. He only cares about his wife and doesn't listen to me, their mother, at all! I even refused to help when my own brother's grave was dug up. What sin have I committed?"
Jiang's mother cried and screamed, but her eyes were not actually wet.
In the past, every time Jiang Wenming came to her to talk about Xu Xiatian and asked her to be more polite to his wife Xu Xiatian, almost as soon as he said this, Jiang's mother would start slapping her thigh and crying like she is doing now.
So Jiang Wenming had actually seen her like this quite a few times.
Every time before, he considered that she was his own mother, and besides her bad relationship with Xu Xiatian, she really hadn't done anything else out of the ordinary.
So he endured it all and gave in.
But this time, when he thought about how much his daughter Xinxin had suffered, and that this suffering might have been caused by her own mother, Jiang Wenming could not control the resentment and pain in his heart. How could he still give in to his mother like before?
So instead of listening to Jiang's mother and stopping Xu Xiatian, he ran into the house and took out the hoe as quickly as possible.
The moment she saw him appear with a hoe, Jiang's mother's face turned pale.
There was only one voice in my heart that kept repeating itself.
It's over.
It's really over now.
With the help of the hoe, Jiang Wenming and Xu Xiatian quickly dug out a familiar piece of clothing.
When they saw the little dress, all the strength in the couple's body seemed to be drained away in an instant. Xu Xiatian fell directly to the ground, holding the little dress belonging to her daughter, and tears flowed down her face.
"This is Xinxin's clothes. Your mom bought them for her on her third birthday! She also said that these were clothes given to her by grandma. She likes them very much and is very grateful to grandma!"
Although their daughter lived in the city with them most of the time, her grandmother was with her in her hometown, so it was impossible for her not to come.
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