After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

His voice was deliberately loud, just to let people see the gentle and elegant Mrs. Shen with the coolness behind her.

Su Anan stopped when she got up and left, turned around slowly, and finally there were waves in her dead eyes.

"Did you raise me so much out of love or interest? If I lose my value, will you come back to see me, and do you know that you have a daughter named Su An'an?"

Su Sheng looked gloomy and snorted, "What are you talking about? You are my daughter after all. Of course, my father wants you to have a good life. How could he not remember you?"

She groaned slightly, "Really?"

Do you really wish her well?

In her previous life, when she begged to the door and was ruthlessly driven out, when it was freezing and snowing, and when she had no money to eat, did his father send someone to take a look?

He wished she had died quickly, so that he wouldn't have to embarrass the Su family.

The pain of the past life, after a long time, she should have forgotten, but maybe she was in a bad mood today, too bad, she remembered the feeling of being kicked out at that time.

"I'm doing well now, you came to me and showed the appearance of a loving father, but when I first got married, did you take a look and ask a question, you even deducted the dowry that my mother left me , why didn't you show such kindness at that time!"

"Actually, you only care about your reputation and interests from the beginning to the end. It doesn't matter who your daughter is or who you marry, as long as it's good for you, Su Pingping, you used to love in every way, but it's useless now. already?"

"Su Sheng, you have never loved any child, you only love yourself, you are not worthy of being a father!"

Su Sheng's brows sank all of a sudden, which daughter is not soft and submissive, the first time she met someone who challenged him like this, she couldn't help roaring: "Su An'an, I think you are crazy, you dare to say that. Your biological father? I didn't give you all the beauty you have today. It wasn't me who led this marriage for you at that time, so how could you talk to me like that?"

"Now that your wings are hard, you dare to be so rebellious, will you cut off relations with me in a few days..."

Su Sheng was so angry that he justly accused Su An'an of many wrongs, and his voice was so loud that he wished everyone in the whole house knew that his daughter was a ruthless person.

The feeling of exhaustion spread again, she felt so tired, so tired that she didn't want to spend more words and listen to one more sentence.

"Okay, let's cut ties."

She said it calmly, interrupting Su Sheng, who was babbling endlessly.

Su Sheng was stunned, thinking that she had heard it wrong, and before she could confirm a sentence, she heard her add: "The grace of parenting, I think you should know that I have paid it back, and from now on, I have nothing to do with the Su family!"

It's fine to remove her name from the family tree or cut off the relationship. Anyway, she won't go back to Su's house again.

Without her mother's house, it is no longer her home.

"Cuiyan, see you off!"

She turned around and left, leaving Su Nian's eyes wide open and watching from behind, Su Sheng's roar couldn't be more, and the scolding drifted far, far away.

Su Anan felt that the sound was like a magic sound, everywhere.

Noisy, really noisy, so loud that her eyes were red, and she tightly covered her ears...

After the moon fell, he winked at the phantom in the dark, and within a moment, the courtyard was quiet.

It was so mysteriously quiet that even the servants were trembling and dared not make a loud noise.

Cui Yan hurriedly grabbed the lady's hand to comfort her.

She never thought that the master could scold the young lady like this in the mansion. He really loves his daughter, but he is irritable. Who would deliberately shout so loudly to make the daughter difficult to behave. The master really didn't think about the young lady, he just thought about it. Just squeezing value.

Su Anan looked at Cuiyan's flustered comfort, and suddenly choked up and said, "I'm tired, I want to rest."

Cuiyan's heart ached for a moment, and her eyes reddened, "This servant will help you go back to rest, and no one will disturb you."

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Su Anan fell asleep almost on the bed, but it was not peaceful in his sleep.

She dreamed of a long-lost past life, of that winter morning, when she heard the news of his death.

In the dream, it was like watching flowers on a horse, and it was like replaying the memories of people before they died, and the scenes were skipped in front of her...

She saw how she was chopping firewood day and night, the scene where she was bullied, and the scene where she scratched her face with a hairpin because she didn't want to sell her body.

The hairpin was pointed and sharp, and the sad and humiliating pain engraved on her face, she could not remember for a while.

There was no wave in Gujing's eyes, as if numb.

Like a floating soul, she continued to wander in the dream, and in a flash, she saw Yao Niang.

Yaoniang was addicted to alcohol and was unrestrained. She tried hard to discourage her. At that time, she finally became a little more human.

It's just that his face is still covered with a dark cloth, covering only a pair of clear eyes, which is out of place in the flower building of the smoke, red and green.

Yaoniang looked into her eyes for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing.

She picked up the wine jar and drank wantonly, even pulling her to drink.

Yaoniang scolded and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Su An'an couldn't remember why she was in a bad mood at that time, but she only knew that she drank a lot and gave up saying that life is impermanent, everything is doomed, why struggle, it's better to lie down and enjoy.

She laughed and laughed, "Come, An An, drink with me, if you are a sister, drink with me, don't ask me what's wrong, don't persuade me, just accompany me?"

She had never drank alcohol, and that was the only time she drank with Yaoniang.

Yao Niang was drunk and unconscious, and kept holding her hand, and finally said something like obsessed, "I really want to have your eyes."

That kind of clear, translucent, and clean is something she no longer deserves.

Su An'an sighed deeply...

Yaoniang wants to have her eyes, why doesn't she want to have Yaoniang's strength...

In a blink of an eye, it was snowing again in her dream, and she saw Poor Man's Lane.

The alley where he was finally buried is exactly the same as before his death.

Corrupt fights in the alley, dirty moldy, vulgar obscenities, laughter that is easy to pass...

She lingered, not knowing whether it was a memory or a feeling, and suddenly, she saw a corpse lying quietly in the darkest corner of the alley.

Before dying, that swollen hand just wanted to catch a handful of white snow...

Unfortunately, I didn't catch it...

The snow gradually increased, and many beggars moved, looking for a sheltered place to squat and continue begging.

She looked back at the stiff corpse, stood still for a long time, just watched the swirling snow, falling piece by piece, watched the white snow, and finally buried the corpse that no one cared about.

Suddenly a kind of sadness came to her heart, and the despair was spreading again, she stepped back, trying to escape this final ending.

But as soon as she turned around, she caught sight of a figure.

That long-lost, unfamiliar and attached figure.

Dressed in black, he walked slowly, and the people behind him spontaneously stood guard at the alley.

Su Anan stared at him with sore eyes.

The man squatted down and reached out to gently brush the snow off the corpse. He was silent for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

Then he picked up the dead body.

She was dirty at that time, but she saw that he didn't have any dislike and took her away.

He built a tomb for her, and the tomb was full of plum blossoms.

Su An'an's tears suddenly popped out of her eyes. It turned out that there was someone else who collected her body in her previous life?

It turned out that he remembered her...

She couldn't stop crying, looked at his back and kept shouting, helplessly shouting the name that made her feel distressed.

Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng...

Past life stories~