How could she plagiarize? She watched those TV dramas more than ten years later. They couldn't have written them now, could they? He didn't believe it!
However, that's the reality; the publication date definitely precedes the TV series' release date.
That's what idiots are like. They always think they can plagiarize other people's work. Even if they're not in the same time or space, does that mean it's not plagiarism?
Lin Wan'er was scolded, and upon seeing the letter, she tore it into pieces.
...
When Mo's parents returned and saw their daughter, guilt overwhelmed them like the sea.
“Daughter, it’s all your fault for believing him back then.”
If it weren't for them, my daughter wouldn't have ended up like this. Even if she never got married, it would be better than this.
Yes, the original owner of this body was focused on making pastries and never thought about getting married. She only got married because she reached a certain age and her parents arranged for her to be with Lin An.
"It's all in the past."
It's all in the past, whether it was good or bad, it's all over now.
"Yan Yan, what are your plans for the future?"
Looking at their daughter's nonchalant demeanor, they could only conclude that she was trying her best to appear as if nothing was wrong.
She must be very sad about this, but she doesn't want them to blame themselves. How could their daughter be so good?
If Mo Yan knew, she would definitely say, "Sorry, you're overthinking it. I don't think that way at all."
"I'm going to take Xiaoxu to learn pastry making, both Chinese and Western styles. Xiaoxu and I might be away from here for a while. You don't need to worry."
Lin Xiaoxu wants to learn Taoist arts, and Mo Yan is prepared to teach him seriously. He also wants to learn pastry making, so he needs to leave this place and find more pastries.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaoxu is still young and can go out with her. In two more years, she will be able to go to school properly.
Mo's mother wanted to keep her daughter, but seeing how determined her daughter was, she eventually let them leave.
Mo Yan was alone with her child, who was walking the dog; it was quite a nice combination.
Before leaving, Lin Xiaoxu wanted to see Lin An one last time, and Mo Yan agreed.
Lin Xiaoxu walked in alone. When she saw Lin An, she didn't recognize him at first. Lin An was so thin that he was skin and bones, and she almost didn't recognize him.
"Xiao Xu, Xiao Xu, Daddy loves you the most. Please ask your mom to let me out, okay?" He didn't want to be in there anymore, he really didn't want to be in there anymore. He thought he would be released soon, which is why he thought of taking the blame for his daughter. Now that something has happened and he's been sentenced, he naturally doesn't want to.
Lin An, the person who loves himself the most.
"You don't love me, and I don't love you anymore. I'll give you living expenses when you get old, but I won't feel sorry for you anymore."
Lin Xiaoxu looked at Lin An and spoke one word at a time.
He really will never like this father again.
After saying that, Lin Xiaoxu turned around and left without waiting for Lin An to speak. Outside, his mother was waiting for him with the dog.
The mother and son don't need a route, nor do they say they must go somewhere or eat something. They simply find a place, rent it for a few months, and open a pastry shop.
Mo Yan was in charge of making the pastries, while the little guy helped sell them, always holding a book in his hand.
Before long, everyone in the town knew that the son of the new pastry shop owner was a big reader.
At night, Mo Yan would bring some ghosts to play with Xiao Xu. If you wanted to catch a ghost, you had to be unafraid of it.
Before leaving, Mo Yan gave her aunt a notebook. It contained notes on how the original owner of the body had taken care of the children.
I didn't try to persuade her whether or not she wanted the child; I simply gave her the notes.
When she first got sick at five months old, the original owner carried her to the hospital alone, running around with the doctor in fear to complete the admission procedures. Later, when she was over one year old, she was burned and suffered for a month.
It records not only the child's growth, but also the various difficulties of raising a child.
She knew that raising a child was not easy, but she really wanted a child.
She seemed optimistic and didn't care at all about whether she could have children, but she would only cry silently in the dead of night.
She envied families with children.
Her biggest source of stress over the years has been not having children. She tells herself not to care, but the more she tells herself that, the more she cares.
Sometimes she doesn't know whether she wants to have a child because she loves children so much, or because the pressure of so many years has suddenly exploded and she wants to give birth to prove to everyone that she had a child after a busy period.
She didn't know, she really didn't know.
Looking at Mo Yan's hardships in the notebook, seeing her fears and anxieties, and witnessing her constant waiting and hesitation at the hospital, she decided to give herself some time to make this decision.
At the end of the notebook, there is an address.
When my aunt saw that it was a temple, she realized she had never considered becoming a nun.
Despite her thoughts, my aunt still went to that place and saw many children there. She went over and helped take care of them for a day.
I had lower back pain, leg cramps, and went to a prenatal care center for a trial.
The experience at this point is like being given a big belly and then having to do all sorts of work.
Even so, my aunt was very tired. Every day she felt like her legs were filled with lead and she couldn't walk at all.
She overestimated herself; her aunt began to seriously consider the matter.
When she first found out she could have children, her first reaction was to get pregnant and throw the report at their family to show them who was lying.
But now...
It seems she only thought about the beginning and the end, but not the process.
She suddenly understood what Mo Yan meant.
...
Lin Xiaoxu here finds every day new and exciting. Every morning, she gets up very early to practice horse stance, and when the time comes, they go up the mountain together, go back home together to cook delicious meals and make pastries.
After it's cooked, I'll let him taste it to see if it's good.
Seeing the pastries made in person is a completely different experience; you almost don't want to eat them.
In the evenings, Lin Xiaoxu would take some pastries out to sell. Who would she sell them to? Ghosts!
The ghosts also wanted to taste the food, so Lin Xiaoxu had Mo Yan make food that the ghosts could taste and started helping them enter the dreams of their relatives in exchange for payment.
Mo Yan discovered that Lin Xiaoxu loved money even more than she did, which was outrageous.
At first, it looked like children playing house, but unexpectedly, the little guy actually accomplished it.
Its reputation is getting better and better.
Stay in one place for a few months, then move on to the next place.
Lin Xiaoxu may not have much skill, but he certainly made a lot of money.
It wasn't until two years later that Mo Yan finally settled down in a city with Lin Xiaoxu.
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