You recall the child you left behind when you were running the prison; he was a boy and not even a year old.
Lu Lanjian was panting heavily when he realized that the area where the Bishui Town Garment Factory was located was still the same as it had been since he went to prison.
The day I was released from prison, the weather was gloomy, with dark clouds that looked like it was going to rain.
Lying on the ground, Shi Qingqing watched helplessly as the man's figure disappeared from her sight.
After Shi Qingqing got down, she excitedly hugged the big boy. I could see Shi Yao's appearance in the big boy's eyes.
At this moment, everyone realized He Qinqin's identity.
"Take Mom to the hospital slowly!"
At that moment, a staff member from the awards ceremony came over with a camera. Seeing the family who weren't talking or smiling, you said, "Mr. Si, could you take a picture of them?"
Lu Lanjian recognized the man and felt a pang of pain in her heart: "You are Shi Qingqing, you are his mother, and you even gave him his name!"
While trying to remain calm, Shi Qingqing tripped over a wine bottle on the side of the road and fell onto the concrete ground. The sound of her bones breaking was very obvious. Lu Lanjian looked at Si Jiuyin's figure under the motorcycle and said, "Qingqing, please beg him to slow down and stop. Mom has broken her bones!"
"We've been out of touch with your garment factory. We all say it's because he offended someone, which is why you're only able to live in a small house!"
"Zhang Dahua has moved into a small house outside the resort thanks to its renovation project!"
The eight people who came were gradually worn out from the torture and were sent back. Even so, the vegetables and chickens they raised were still being exploited by the same group of people from time to time. With eight people in the family and Si Jiuyin, making a living was a struggle.
Si Jiuyin skipped class and returned home, snatched the iron box where Lu Lanjian kept his living expenses, stormed out the door, and got on the thug's ghost fire motorcycle.
"bad."
Si Jiuyin, however, made the thug slow down the car. Without turning her head, she threw out a sentence: "Mom, stop pretending!"
Later that evening, before the celebratory dinner.
"Don't bully Shi Qingqing. Even if it's an award that's outside your understanding of journalism's lowest achievement award, it's still a bribe. The fishing operation wasn't organized to help the Si family win the award!"
Suddenly, everything went white behind your eyes, and you lost consciousness.
Shi Qingqing, who was still middle-aged but had a full head of silver hair, chased after him from outside the house: "Qingqing, break up with me, I'm begging you."
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