"Sister-in-law!" Wenjuan was so frightened that she burst into tears. She held on to the door frame and said, "Sister-in-law, I really didn't mean it. Don't let me go! I was wrong!"

"What's wrong with this?"

People who heard the commotion came over one after another, and Yan Zhen also leaned over.

Liu Dahua was sitting in a wheelchair and anxiously stopped Yan Se, "Where are you letting your child go alone?"

"Follow her and get out! If you hadn't come here, my child wouldn't have been born prematurely, and there wouldn't have been an accident!" Yan Se pushed Liu Dahua hard again.

Liu Dahua groaned and was pushed directly from the wheelchair to the ground.

Aunt Tian quickly walked over and held out her hand to stop her, "What's going on? With such a commotion, what can't you say properly?"

"Tell me what you're talking about?" Yan Se roared, "They killed my son!"

Congcong is dead? Everyone present felt a thump in their hearts, and no one dared to say anything.

That child died? Yan Zhen didn't know what to say for a moment. In her previous life, she had raised him for so long, spent all her efforts on him, and treated him completely as her own child. However, the child finally looked at him with disgust.

She violently pushed her to the ground.

It would be a lie to say that she had no feelings for Congcong, after all, she was the child she raised, but she was also even more disappointed and chilled. After hearing the news of his death, Yan Zhen was shocked, but she couldn't express her specific feelings.

It is said that what an adult does will be retaliated on the child. Congcong took it as a punishment for his parents. That child is pitiful and deplorable.

Suddenly, the Tongzi Tower was in chaos, and everyone comforted Yan Se and tried to persuade her.

"I know that whatever we say is superfluous to you. We are all mothers, and I know your mood, but Auntie still wants to say, you are still young, don't ruin your body, take good care of it.

, and Wenzhi, you can have your own children in the future." Aunt Tian advised, her voice getting lower and lower.

The people around him didn't know what to say to comfort him, only suppressed cries.

"Wenjuan is young too, she really didn't mean it." Liu Dahua suddenly interrupted.

Aunt Tian rolled her eyes, "Okay, shut up now!"

Yan Se stared at Yan Zhen through the crowd, and now she saw her most embarrassed side again.

Is there anything more cruel than the pain of losing a child? Yan Se raised his head, looked at Yan Zhen and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Are you happy now? Seeing me in so much pain, you must feel relieved, right?" Yan Se wiped his tears, stood up, and looked at Yan Zhen, his eyes scarlet red.

"You cursed my child's death!"

"You must be cursing our mother and son every day! You deliberately brought this whole family to stimulate me when I was pregnant with the child! That's why Congcong was born prematurely and had insufficient body resistance. Otherwise, he might not have died today.

Dead!"

Yanzhen sneered, "Why don't you blame yourself? It was you who wanted to force someone into a corner, and you and the child's father did evil things. Maybe the child will suffer for you! You still have the nerve to blame others!"

"Don't just rely on your pity to slap your nose in your face. I won't tolerate you anyway."

"If I were you, I would burn three sticks of incense every morning and evening to repent of my sins so that your child would suffer less in the underground world."

People are always weird, but they don't blame themselves. Yan Zhen didn't bother to join in the fun, so she turned around and left.

Yanzhen knew that if he said something extreme, it would arouse everyone's resentment. After all, it is the most pitiful time for people to go through the pain of losing a child. It is understandable that he said something that should not be said. If

Yan Zhen is unyielding, even if she is reasonable, everyone will think she is evil.

Yanzhen turned around and walked into the door of his room, cutting off the disturbance behind him.

Everyone looked at Yan Se with mixed emotions. First, they pitied her for losing her son. Second, they felt that she deserved it, and they felt that the child was pitiful.

For a moment, there was no other sound except Yanse's wailing.

After all, Yan Se didn't let Wenjuan and Liu Dahua come in and threw all their things out.

At this juncture, Liu Dahua knew that whatever she said was wrong, she pretended to be aggrieved while crying about her newly lost grandson.

"You said Wenjuan is so young, what do you know? The child had an accident, do you think she feels uncomfortable?"

"You said, you just kicked us out of the house, where do you want us to go? This person is not familiar with the place, and we don't know anyone well. We can't sleep on the street, right?"

Wenjuan stood aside, her face turned pale with fright, and she didn't even dare to cry anymore.

When the people on the side heard this, they immediately turned around and walked home, for fear of getting into trouble.

However, Qian Guanlan's mother-in-law, Aunt Feng, kept wiping her tears when she heard this, "Oh, it's not easy, it's not easy either. You and your children will come to my house to stay one night first."

Chen Juan kept winking at Qian Kankan, meaning to ask her to stop her. It would be troublesome to get rid of Liu Dahua if she sticks to him.

But how could Qian Canlan be such a thoughtful person? Whatever her mother-in-law said, she would do it, so she took Liu Dahua and Juanzi back to her home.

"Oh, it's easy to invite Buddha but difficult to do so!" Chen Juan muttered and pulled Aunt Tian back home.

Perhaps because of the incident on the fifth floor, no one dared to make loud noises. Cheng Huihui did not teach Shen An to sing anymore, for fear that Yan Se would overthink it.

"The child was fine, why did he die?" Cheng Huihui sighed. She wanted the child so much that she wanted it. When she heard that the child was gone, she felt panicked in her heart.

Yan Zhen also wondered, according to the trajectory of her previous life, Congcong grew up safely and got married and had children. Is it because her rebirth changed her original fate, like the butterfly effect, where the direction and ending changed?

So everything in the future is unknown now, which is a good thing for Yan Zhen. Maybe as long as she manages her life carefully, he and Gu Weichen will not end up seriously ill, and Gu Weichen won't have to give away black hair from a white-haired man.

people.

This makes Yan Zhen more confident about the future.

Cheng Huihui slept at their house that night. She said that she was scared when she heard Yan Se's cries, so she came to Yan Zhen holding her own bedding, and Yan Zhen arranged for her to stay in the room where she had slept before.

At night, Yan Zhen dreamed of a grown-up Cong Cong, who was about five or six years old. He chased her and called her mother and said he was sorry.

Yan Zhen didn't want the child to catch up, so she ran forward desperately. The voice calling her from behind gradually disappeared, and Yan Zhen stood still and looked back.

The little child seemed to be standing in a fog, and the overalls he was wearing were bought for him by Yan Zhen in his previous life.

"Mom, I'm leaving. I'm sorry, Mom."

He smiled and waved to Yan Zhen, turned around and left slowly.

When the dream reached this point, Yan Zhen woke up, only to find that tears were streaming down his face.

She loved Congcong and hated Congcong in her previous life, but after all, it was a child she raised by herself. Although it was not satisfactory, Yan Zhen still could not remain indifferent.

In the morning, Yan Zhen was woken up by bursts of crying, and then he smelled the pungent smell of fireworks.

It looked like the kind of yellow paper burned for dead people. Yan Zhen and Cheng Huihui both choked and woke up.

The two of them opened the door in unison, covered their noses and looked outside.

Streams of white smoke were coming out from the cracks in the door, along with the clearly audible cry of Yan Se.

"Son, my mother received the dream you gave to your mother and is here to burn paper for you!"

Yan Zhen and Cheng Huihui looked at each other. Yan Zhen walked to the door and opened it quickly.

Immediately the flames roared upward.

Directly opposite the door of his house was a brazier. Behind the brazier was Yan Se, who was holding yellow paper and kept throwing it into it.
Chapter completed!