Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were slightly red. Seeing the sad look of her sister whom she had never met, she wanted to go over and hug the child, but her soul could only pass through the original owner's body.
After Father Jiang returned home, the original owner walked out of the room and sat at the dining table. Mother Jiang had already served her a bowl of rice, and she began to eat it with big mouthfuls.
Jiang Zhiyu also sat next to the original owner. The original owner looked at the whole family. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She was a tearful girl. "Dad, do I have a sister? Can you tell me about her?"
Father Jiang's hand suddenly stopped mid-air, and his heart skipped a beat. "How did you know that?"
He looked at Jiang's mother, thought for a moment, and then said, "Since you know, I will tell you."
"Many years ago, I was still in my hometown. Your mother was the daughter of the village chief, and your aunt Jiang and I were childhood sweethearts. Later, the village chief was very satisfied with me as his son-in-law, and tried every means to make me and your mother together. Your mother had the ability to like someone, but she appeared in my bed for no reason, and I had your sister. Later, when her pregnancy was getting older, I took responsibility, and I married your mother. When she was seven months in his arms, she fell down the stairs and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor asked me whether to save the older one or the younger one. As a person with a conscience, I would not give up your mother's life for an unborn child. I chose to save your mother. Later, I found a temple and invited a monk to pray for your sister and named it the fish in the pond, Zhiyu."
Father Jiang put his chopsticks on the table and continued, "Later, your mother and I developed real feelings for each other, so I got pregnant with you. In order to mourn your deceased sister, the family named you Zhiyu."
The original owner heard the whole story clearly, and Jiang Zhiyu also heard it clearly. It turned out to be like this.
"Then what did you argue with him about the night Mom died?" the original owner continued to ask. She felt that since she wanted to know everything, she should ask clearly to avoid any regrets and being trapped there for so long.
"It's just trivial things, nothing special. I bought a barrel of oil and your mother thought it was too expensive, so we started arguing."
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It was really ridiculous. The original owner laughed at herself. She didn't expect that she had been so stupid for so many years. The original owner apologized to the woman surnamed Jiang. They both had the surname Jiang because they were from the same village. The people in that village were either surnamed Lin or Jiang. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jiang."
Although the original owner didn't call her mom like before, Jiang's mother was still very happy when she heard the apology.
"Silly child, everything will be forgotten if you apologize."
"I know that I was the one who killed my mother..." the original owner said what he had hidden in his heart.
Father and Mother Jiang realized something was wrong and quickly said, "No, no."
As soon as he finished speaking, the original owner took out the death certificate and placed it on the table, leaving them speechless.
She stood up without saying a word, "Dad, have you ever thought that my sister didn't die at all? She was adopted by the North City Orphanage."
Father Jiang thought with a puzzled look on his face and called him to ask him what was going on. The original owner waved his hand as if saying his final goodbye.
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