Chapter 715： it's not your fault

Chapter 715 is not your fault

In the photo, a girl who is as fat as a ball, holding a little boy who is still crying in her arms, the girl is about seven or eight years old, the boy looks like three or four years old, crying face is spent, face Also with tears.

Oh, there is, the boy is also very fat!

"Cough, this is my 7-year-old photo. I was too slow to develop when I was a child. I was always sick, so I was shorter than other children and it looked smaller. Qingjie was 8 years old and still not thin." Said, added another sentence, "I have not seen the way after Qing Jie lost."

Cloud paintings are like the same as Ji Yan.

Where did Bo Xiaoshu see that her mother’s eyes were the same as when she was a child?

Cough, fat **** this photo, does she have eyes? Isn't that a line?

"Love crying bag." Jiang Yanqing looked at the photo and suddenly came out with three words.

After she finished speaking, she felt strange.

The thin Xiyuan was an instant red-faced, elegant and calm professor, a momentary disappointment: "Sister Qing, you... are you remembering?"

Jiang Yanqing is a look of sorrow, "What?"

"You just said..." Bo Xiyuan picked up his lips and looked forward to it.

"Love crying pack." Ji Yan added a sentence and immediately retracted his neck.

The thin west garden was too late to get angry, and only looked at Jiang Yanqing with a burning gaze.

Jiang Yanqing shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Then you just?" Ji Yan was a little anxious.

Bo Xiyuan quickly reached out and prevented Ji Yan from continuing to say, "Memory Fragment."

He took a deep breath and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember the sister."

Jiang Yanqing looked at Bo Xiyuan and nodded. His tone was very calm: "You have to run this hard."

"Not hard." Bo Xiyuan smiled softly. "I also happened to have a job."

Jiang Yanqing nodded, no words.

Cloud painting always feels that my mother's attitude is so calm, calm to a point that is indifferent.

She can't help but worry.

After eating, Jiang Yanqing said that he was tired and went to rest.

Cloud painting nodded quickly, but my heart was even more worried.

"Auntie, go to rest, I will send Xiaoshu and Ji Yan to the villa to rest, see you tomorrow." Bo Siqing stood up.

Jiang Yanqing nodded: "Sorry, I am slow."

"You are too polite to Qingjie." Bo Xiyuan said quickly.

Ji Yan also has some concerns: "That is a little aunt, do it with us."

Was sent away Shi Siqing.

Cloud painting hurry to hug my mother's arm: "Mom, you are in a bad mood."

Jiang Yanqing shook his head a little tiredly: "I don't know, I am just tired, really tired."

Cloud painting understands the meaning of Jiang Yanqing.

After so many years of no news, I suddenly found it, not excited, not excited, but... tired.

Feeling tired.

Cloud paintings hold my mother, no sound.

She knows that she shouldn’t say anything more at this time. Just hold her mother and accompany her, it’s best!

"Drawing, I am very scared." Jiang Yanqing finally spoke.

Cloud painting, holding my mother's hand tighter: "Why?"

Jiang Yanqing was silent for a while before he said: "My memory begins when your dad saves me. I didn't remember everything before. But I can imagine, you said that I was sneaking myself. I went to the abduction village and tried to save people. I was thinking, I was stupid at that time."

"If I was not that stupid at that time, I would not be a member of the abduction, would not lose contact with my family, would not stay in that place for years, and would not lose my memory..."

"Your father saved me, saved me when I had no memory in my mind, and saved me when I was blank. I am very grateful to him. So no matter how the cloud family bullies me, I have endured it because of saving lives. It’s a big day...”

"But without my original stupid impulse, I would not be imprisoned at the age of my education. I would not marry your father and become a complete village woman at the age of college."

"No culture, no knowledge, no education... nothing." Jiang Yanqing's voice is extremely low.

Cloud painting suddenly understood.

Season home.

Or the reason for the family!

If Jijia is just an ordinary family, then Jiang Lanqing will not consider so much.

It is the existence of the quarter home.

Jiang Yanqing, this is... inferiority.

She is afraid that her past will tarnish the reputation of the family, so that the reputation of the family will be damaged, it will become the stain of the family!

Jiang Yanqing squinted. "My waywardness and stupidity not only made me pay the price of my life, but also caused my family to worry about me for so many years... I, I have any face to see them."

"mom."

Cloud painting is holding my mother distressedly. "Mom, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. You were less than ten years old! You are so small! You really have to blame, you should also blame the family, and blame them for not protecting you!" ”

Jiang Yanqing shook his head: "No, blame me for being stupid and impulsive."

"Mom, I don't want you to say this." Cloud painting is close to the lips. "You can't blame yourself, it doesn't make sense! You were so small, how do you know that those traffickers are so fierce? How do you know that the world will be so dark?" Where? Where do you know human nature?"

"Mom, if I am doing something wrong now, would you blame me?" Cloud painting looked at her. "Will you?"

Jiang Yanqing shook his head. "Of course not, you..."

"That's it." Cloud painted his head on Jiang's shoulder. "So mother, don't blame yourself. Your brother and father, they have been blaming themselves for many years. They are hard to find you, how? Willing to blame you?"

Jiang Yanqing lowered his head and took a deep breath: "But my past... will bring a lot of negative effects to Jijia."

"Mom, let's just recognize the pro in private, don't open your identity, what do you think?" said the cloud painting.

Jiang Yanqing said, "Private privately, don't open your identity?"

"Yes, this is just my thought, um... Bo Siqing also feels that it is better to temporarily not disclose his identity. In the final analysis, it is your recognition, so you have to decide for yourself." Cloud painting whispered.

Jiang Yanqing barely hesitated. "Okay, that's it. I... I don't want to openly recognize my relatives."

"Yeah." Cloud painted and laughed. "Actually, I recognized my relatives, that is, I have more relatives. Mom, you can see Ji Yan, and there are people like Ji Yan. Others in Jijia will not go anywhere. Is it right?"

"Yes." Jiang Yanqing's expression is finally a little easier.

"And, ah, Mom, Jijia definitely wants to compensate you. What do you want to do? What will happen in the future life?" Cloud painting whispered.

Jiang Yanqing fell into a sigh of relief. "Drawing, I... I don't know... For so many years, my knowledge has been confined to an uncultured rural woman. These have limited my horizons and limited my imagination. Force and judgment, I really don't know..."

(End of this chapter)