The lonely road ahead has a long shadow, and suddenly I look back, and I am in the middle of the evil waves. Holding a three-foot green-edged sword, I walk to the end of the world, and I get hurt a lot in the twists and turns. I hear a laugh in the sea, and listen to the bursts of thunder in the sky.
Three-thirds of the land, five acres of farmland, all the grievances in a lifetime are still spent in wasteland. I sigh at the floating picture, and the complex is in my eyebrows. I put the sorrow aside, and the gratitude or resentment is fleeting. I am content to turn into a small boat, and I am carefree in the mountains and rivers.
Yan Xiaolan has advocated the golden mean since she was a child, but fate forced her to stand up and straighten her spine to fight against the many forces in the world.
Most people believe that being a strong man and giving orders is an ideal that only men should have. As a woman, it is good to just be at peace with your husband and raise your children. Once upon a time, Yan Xiaolan also thought that she would live her life like that. However, after experiencing
After all this, her thoughts have undergone earth-shaking changes. Now, she has planted the ideal fire of becoming a strong person in her heart.
Mrs. Yan Er returned to her natal family, and in front of all her natal family members, she narrated the entire story of how she was taught a lesson by Yan Xiaolan. Her natal family members were all furious. Tang Long, the head of the Tang Sect, at that time
He then issued an order to the Tang Sect, asking the Tang Sect disciples to use all means to kill Yan Xiaolan in secret.
Countless Tang Sect disciples have already been dispatched to take Yan Xiaolan's life over at Tangjiabao, but at this time, Yan Xiaolan has not yet realized that she is in danger. She drank tea and watched
While watching the TV series, she was mentally prepared for the worst outcome.
In the evening, Yan Xiaolan's uncle Yan Chehe came home from get off work. When he saw Yan Xiaolan on the sofa eating a bowl of fried noodles, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, and a tear came out of his eyes.
"Xiaolan, you are finally back." Yan Cheyu said excitedly as he put down his briefcase, "Recently, a new noodle shop opened on Chunxi Road, and the fried noodles there are really delicious."
"Really? It's really rare. You still remember that I like eating noodles with soybean paste." Yan Xiaolan said lightly. Yan Cheyu was embarrassed for a while and changed the subject, "When you come back, your second aunt didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
"What do you think?" Yan Xiaolan stared at Yan Cheyu and continued eating noodles.
Only then did Yan Cheyu realize that his wife was not at home. He sighed secretly, mustered up all his courage, sat on the sofa opposite Yan Xiaolan, and smoked cigarettes one after another.
"You seem to have something to say?" Yan Xiaolan finished eating the noodles and placed the plate on the coffee table.
"Well,,,Xiaolan," Yan Cheyu paused and continued, "Uncle also knows that your second aunt treated you very badly in the past. Of course, uncle has not fulfilled his responsibility to you.,,These are all
It's our fault, and uncle is here to apologize to you."
Not only is it bad? Not only is it a failure to fulfill one's responsibilities? Yan Xiaolan feels pain and hatred in her heart when she mentions the past. In the past, what they did to her almost committed an unforgivable heinous crime - let her
She died in Mount Emei. Fortunately, a kind-hearted old monk passed by at that time, who saved her life and inspired her to continue living.
When Yan Xiaolan thought of this, she thought of the kind-hearted old monk who saved her, and what he said to her: "In the three thousand worlds, how many lives does it take to be a human being? Unsatisfactory things often happen in life.
Eighty-nine, can you really be liberated by committing suicide? Not necessarily! I am a compassionate Buddha, and may the donor cherish life and be grateful to the people around you who have given you setbacks,,,"
"Forget it, let the past go by. I don't want to delve into it any further!" Yan Xiaolan picked up the remote control panel, turned off the TV, and then told Yan Cheyu what happened during the day. Yan Cheyu listened to