Ye Mingchuan subconsciously stepped aside to block his view. He paused in front of Sang Yuan's confused gaze and said, "She is just a daughter from my uncle's family. I don't have a sister."
Sang Yuan responded blankly.
He was not the kind of person who would insist on getting to the bottom of things. It was obvious that Brother Chuan did not want to say too much on this topic, so he did not continue to ask. He was just curious and asked casually.
"I asked my mom to make a bed for you next door. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. Go wash up and get some rest. I'm going downstairs to talk to grandpa. It's rare for him to come back."
Ye Mingchuan's clear and gentle voice carried a hint of inquiry.
Sang Yuan wanted to say, "Don't be so polite," but since it was already laid out, forget it. Don't waste your aunt's kindness.
"Okay, Brother Chuan, you go ahead. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
Sang Yuan waved his hand and went out first.
After Sang Yuan closed the door, Ye Mingchuan slowly turned around and looked at the photo and breathed a sigh of relief.
He lifted the glass, stretched out his bony fingers and gently picked up the photo, being very careful not to damage the yellowed old photo.
He felt bitter inside. Ye Mingchuan, oh Ye Mingchuan, when will you be able to remain untouched when you encounter anything about her, when will your heart stop being stirred?
When the people he met parted ways again, he knew that he should not always miss the past, and he also knew that people should look forward and look forward to every tomorrow.
But I always look back inadvertently and laugh at myself for still lingering on it after so long.
I don’t want to miss it, but those years really are better than the years that followed.
The man stood there without saying a word, his cold eyes looking out the window at the night sky. The stars were bright, the moon was bright, but he alone was dim.
That dream lasted for several years. The window was still the same window, but no one downstairs looked back anymore.
People always say that each year is better than the previous one, but who understands that that year is really better than the previous one? But if the rest of your life is spent in vain reminiscing, how can you face tomorrow?
Life is only a hundred years long, why can't we have everything we want?
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Meng Ning had her own room in the Meng family. Even though she never came back to live there after getting married, her family still kept the room for her and cleaned it regularly.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar room, which was clean and tidy. Everything was kept the same as before she got married, and it seemed that many beautiful little ornaments had been added. She knew without thinking that her mother must have come in often to take a look.
She felt so upset that tears kept falling down her face. What on earth had she done in all these years?
When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up quickly every day. When I grew up, I missed the carefree days of the past.
Being an adult is so hard.
She and Ma Fei had a sweet time before, when they were attracted to each other and were in love.
She felt that he was the one for her in this life.
But reality gave her a hard slap in the face.
It was the first day after their marriage. The two were sleeping soundly when their mother-in-law suddenly pushed the door open and told her to get up and make breakfast. She was a little dissatisfied with her mother-in-law's lack of sense of propriety, but Ma Fei coaxed her into calming down. She willingly got up and made breakfast.
As long as you are capable, you must keep working. As long as you can endure hardship, you will have endless hardship to endure.
My mother-in-law used the excuse of being lonely in her hometown to stay at their place. She kept finding fault with them and had to go home after work every day to endure all kinds of annoyance.
She thought about going home, but she was stubborn and didn't want her family to look down on her. She wanted to insist that her reckless decision was right and to prove that they were all wrong.
I told my husband about this, feeling sorry for his hard work but also not wanting him to be in a dilemma.
But then, once she tolerated it, she would do it again. From handing over her husband's salary to using the excuse of keeping their salary, she accused young people of spending money lavishly.
From the birth between the lines to the bitter medicine soup with folk remedies that have been consumed day after day for years, no one knows where it came from.
I went from being a young lady to a miserable woman who lived frugally and was confused about her life.
She also has to endure her husband's cowardly and foolish filial piety and her mother-in-law's sarcasm and torture.
Countless grievances, every one of them, are still vivid in my mind, like a thorn in my throat.
There were times when she couldn't bear it anymore. Whenever she couldn't bear it anymore, she would always put her thoughts into a vicious circle. She told herself that she had chosen the path herself and she had to finish it even if she had to crawl on her knees.
She endured it year after year, and suddenly she didn't want to endure it anymore.
Her husband always told her he was tired and told her not to be so naive. But who knew she was tired too? This journey, relying solely on her own efforts, had worn her feet to the point of bleeding. She couldn't walk any further. She didn't want to go on.
At some point, she suddenly figured it out.
Maybe Ma Fei was really good to her that year, but that year is no longer the same. Maybe the two of them were really in love, but now they really can't go on.
He might still have feelings for her, but she doesn't want to continue.
She wanted to find the free and blooming self again, the proud and confident Meng Ning again.
There was a knock on the door. Meng Ning wiped the tears from her face and went to open the door.
Ye Qiu and Meng Jianjun didn't expect to see their daughter's red eyes when they came in.
"Why are you crying?" Meng Jianjun asked in a deep voice.
The couple came in and closed the door.
"No." Meng Ning denied subconsciously.
Ye Qiu sighed and asked softly, "You seem strange since you came back today. What happened? Did you have a fight with Ma Fei?"
Meng Ning never shows his vulnerability in front of his family, this is the first time.
In the mother's gentle questioning and in the father's concerned gaze.
Tears welled up in her eyes and her throat was blocked so she couldn't say anything.
She suddenly felt so wronged and exhausted. The bitterness she had suppressed countless times in her heart suddenly became uncontrollable and surged forward.
"What's going on? Tell me, I'll go find Ma Fei."
When Meng Jianjun saw his daughter like this, he stood up and was about to go find Ma Fei, as if he was going to shoot him.
Meng Ning shook his head vigorously, but he lacked the courage or strength to speak out loud, so he could only shake his head.
"If you don't let me go, just say it out loud."
He was now feeling both distressed and angry. When had he ever seen his daughter like this? It was as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Ye Qiu stepped forward and embraced his crying daughter.
After a long time, Meng Jianjun could no longer stand. He wanted to find that bastard immediately to ask him what was going on.
"I want a divorce."
"Dad, Mom, I want a divorce."
After saying this, she finally fell into her mother's arms and burst into tears.
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