When Yan Xuehuai turned around and walked away, Yan Qizhong raised his head again. Yan Xiangcai's back was very straight and straight, so she looked particularly slender.

Lu Jinxing closed the fan and shook it in front of his eyes: "What's the best thing?"

"Just look good," Yan Qi turned his head and glared at Lu Jinxing, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Jinxing was also looking at Yan Xuehuai's back. Hearing this, he quickly turned his head and pointed at the door: "Look, the moon is curved, how beautiful."

Yan Qi said coldly: "Today's eighteen."

Eighteen? Even if the moon of Eighteen is not round, it will not be curved.

Before going to bed at night, Yan Xuehuai said to Li Qiniang: "You go shopping tomorrow morning and take me with you."

"No, you can sleep for a while, just go by yourself."

"You want to lock me at home again. If the ground moves, I can't even run away. Then you will regret it."

Li Qiniang was shocked by Yan Xuehuai's strange reason. Yes, why didn't she expect that even if it wasn't for the earth to move, if the water was gone, her daughter would be locked at home, and she would be called Tiantian and would not work.

Just thinking about this, Li Qiniang was startled and said quickly: "Okay, okay, then you go to bed early, and I will take you to buy vegetables tomorrow."

He said that he asked his daughter to go to bed early, but when Yan Xuehuai finished washing up and got into the quilt, Li Qiniang pulled her out again, wiped her face, hands, and even her feet fragrantly, and stuffed her into the quilt.

Yan Xuehuai felt that her original body might have been spoiled by Li Qiniang for a long time and could not take care of herself.

For example, she has the habit of kicking the quilt, and it is common to be awakened by the cold in the middle of the night. But now, every day when she wakes up, the quilt on her body is covered tightly, and Li Qiniang has to cover her with a few times a night.

Yan Xuehuai thought about Li Qiniang's kindness to her and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, she saw the woman again. The woman held a knife and slashed at the man one by one.

Yan Xuehuai wanted to see a woman's face clearly, but as every time in the past, the woman's face was blurred, she couldn't see, she couldn't see anything.

Yan Xuehuai suddenly woke up from the dream. She opened her eyes and her heart was pounding. Li Qiniang's even breathing sound came from beside her, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

When she was thirteen, she left the orphanage and school. She fought and drank and helped people bring goods. She became a bad girl in everyone's eyes.

Until one day, a well-dressed female lawyer came to her and said that a caring person wanted to fund her, and she agreed without hesitation. She had a bad life and was fearless. She was a fool!

She was seventeen that year.

She left that city, changed her name, and returned to campus. She was admitted to university two years later than her peers. Her life was on track. She was cheerful and generous, with excellent grades. She was a member of the Freedom Boji Society. She received scholarships every year. Except for the lawyer and herself, no one knew that she was once a problem girl.

The caring person never appeared. Even the female lawyer only appears in front of her when the school starts every semester, give her money, and take another photo of her...

Yan Xuehuai showed a self-deprecating smile. What kind of virtue does she have? Will the favor of caring people?

Except for the woman who gave birth to her and raised her and tried her best to go to jail for her, who would be so kind to her without asking for anything in return?

Unfortunately, she knew it too late. The silly woman died of illness in prison and refused to see her for the last time. Because she was stimulated, she forgot everything about everyone before she was eight years old. Her expenses for going to college came from the demolition money of her old house at home.

Yan Xuehuai regretted what happened that day. She regretted not asking the lawyer for a photo of the woman. She regretted not asking in detail what the woman was named and where she was from...

She had no chance to ask again. She walked out of the law firm in a daze until the moment the car was driving past her. Yan Xuehuai did not remember what happened that night when she was eight years old. The only thing that flashed through her mind was the huge title on the yellow clippings: The young mother killed the beastly stepfather to save her daughter.

The woman who didn't know her name, her hometown, or her appearance was her mother.

Unfortunately, even the names on the clippings are pseudonyms.

Yan Xuehuai sighed, I'm afraid no one is like her, until the last hour of her life that she knew that she had maternal love.

"Sister Huai, why are you awake? Are you going to get rid of it? The toilet is outside the door. You can bear it and your mother will bring it in."

Li Qiniang groped out of bed to pick up the toilet. Yan Xuehuai reacted and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't go out. I can't help it. Come up quickly and don't catch a cold."

"Are you really confused? You can't hold it in if you have urine. You can wait. Mom goes to get it, it's very soon."

As he said that, Li Qiniang opened the door and carried the toilet outside the door. She watched Yan Xuehuai get rid of the toilet and then brought it up again, and then she returned to the bed.

Yan Xuehuai turned to her side and hugged Li Qiniang tightly. Li Qiniang hurriedly said, "Don't stick out your arms, it will catch a cold. Mom is not cold, it's really not cold. Put your arms in the quilt."

The next morning, the mother and daughter went to Dengshi Street together.

In the entire capital, whether it is ingredients or seasonings, there is no place more complete than Dengshi Street.

The mother and daughter were choosing vegetables, and a familiar voice came from behind: "Sister Li, Miss Li."

Yan Xuehuai looked back and saw Huang Bo standing behind them, with the old servant Kuan Bo he had seen last time beside him.

Yan Xuehuai remembered Huang Bo said that Huang Ji Jiangyuan had to open a semicolon on Dengshi Street. Unexpectedly, Huang Bo, as his young owner, came here early in the morning.

Li Qiniang also saw Huang Bo and asked about the semicolon with a smile. Huang Bo said, "It will be officially opened at the end of the month, but now there are already goods here. If Mrs. Li needs it, she doesn't have to go to the old account anymore. She has it all here."

Li Qiniang was overjoyed and asked, "Is there fermented tofu?"

Huang Bo looked at Kuan Bo. The semicolon here was controlled by Kuan Bo. Kuan Bo hurriedly said, "Yes, I just pulled over a dozen jars from the garden yesterday, and someone ordered them. If you want them, you can even get two jars."

Li Qiniang hurriedly said, "That's great. Our small business is enough for two battalions."

Huang Bo asked them to go to the shop to check it out. Li Qiniang was just thinking about it, and Yan Xuehuai said, "Mom, go with Huang Shaodong, I'll watch something here."

Seeing that there was a fried cake next to him, Li Qiniang bought one and handed it to Yan Xuehuai: "Be careful, don't burn your mouth."

Seeing that his daughter was eating sweetly with fried cakes, Li Qiniang followed Huang Bo and Kuan Bo to the shop with confidence.

Yan Xue was suspicious that Li Qiniang might have forgotten that she was fourteen long ago, and perhaps she was still four years old.

The morning is the most lively time on the streets of Dengshi. Looking around, there are people. Yan Xuehuai likes to come to such a lively place. She wants to see people and all kinds of people. She wants to know this dynasty and this new capital.
Chapter completed!