After saying the cruel words, the landlady slammed the door tightly: "The forest is really big, and there are all kinds of birds!"
Ding Jiayi, who had been splashed with dirty water, was really sad now. She was even sadder than when she cried "woo woo" just now. Her eyes and corners were pulled down, and she was even more aggrieved than Mrs. Xianglin in the novel. She groaned.
Sobbing.
Ding Jiayi sniffed and wiped the water off her face with her sleeves.
Lao Qiao's heart is really cruel. She has been so law-abiding recently. No matter how much she dislikes that damn girl, she still treats her with delicious food and drinks. She has never even scolded her.
She has obviously changed for the better, but Lao Qiao has never changed his bad attitude towards her. Now that Lao Qiao has moved, he doesn't dare to say to her, Lao Qiao, is your heart made of stone?
Can't you see my efforts in the past few months?
Even if your heart is really made of stone, I should warm you up.
Ding Jiayi really didn't understand why the good Qiao Dongliang suddenly moved again, and it was different from last time. This time Qiao Dongliang didn't even give an explanation. She had no idea where Qiao Dongliang and Qiao Nan had moved.
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Will she lose her husband Qiao Dongliang forever because of this incident?
Unknowingly, Ding Jiayi walked back to the small courtyard where Qiao Dongliang rented before. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar door wood, Ding Jiayi's face burst into tears, and she couldn't hold on any longer.
Holding the door, he slowly slid to the ground and cried bitterly: "Old Qiao, you are cruel, you are too cruel, I haven't done enough, and I haven't done enough?"
Is it possible that Lao Qiao still wants her to work as a servant for the dead girl?
In the past few months, she has almost held the dead girl in her hands like an ancestor. Cruel, the hearts of the father and daughter are more ruthless than the other!
After autumn, the weather is dry during the day, but at night, the whistling wind is unbearable, especially when Ding Jiayi is still wearing wet clothes. Being blown by the wind will be even more fatal.
Ding Jiayi shivered violently, put her hands around her shoulders, hugged herself up, shrank into a shrimp and leaned against the door, refusing to leave.
She was very worried that if she left like this, she would never find Qiao Dongliang again and would lose her husband, Qiao Dongliang. It seemed that as long as she continued to stay here, she would be able to wait for Qiao Dongliang.
A gust of wind blew over, and Ding Jiayi shivered. It was so cold. After a while, Ding Jiayi fell asleep leaning against the door.
Ding Jiayi fell asleep leaning against the door all night, and when she woke up the next day, it was still dark.
Ding Jiayi felt that her head was dizzy, and she stood up reluctantly while holding on to the door, and smiled bitterly: "I knew how cruel Old Qiao would be for that dead girl, but I still waited here stupidly all night.
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Touching her hot forehead, Ding Jiayi knew that it must be because of the basin of water yesterday and the wind that blew all night, that she had a cold and fever.
What chilled her the most was that she slept in this place all night and no one found her and even sent her to the hospital. Her family was merciless to her, and people in this world were even more indifferent.
Ding Jiayi felt dizzy and touched the wall, and finally returned to Qiao's courtyard.
As soon as she got home, Ding Jiayi couldn't hold on. After hurriedly taking off her clothes, she threw herself onto the bed. She only had time to pull half of the quilt over her body, and then fell asleep completely.
This sleep lasted a whole day, and Ding Jiayi was so sick that she couldn't remember going to work.
When she woke up again, it was already dark. She had not eaten for twenty-four hours, and her stomach was so hungry that she was cramping. But even though she had slept all day, there was no warmth on her forehead at all.
Didn't step back.
My whole body was burning hot, my hands and feet were so sore that I had no strength at all. But when I was sick, I didn’t even have a single relative around me who cared about me and took care of me.
Before Ding Jiayi could react, her tears kept flowing like an open faucet, making her face wet.
As soon as Ding Jiayi's mouth moved, her lips, which were already dry and peeling, became chapped and cracked.
After struggling all day and night, Ding Jiayi finally drank water, but what flowed into her mouth was not normal water, but her own blood.
"Wow, how could this happen?" Ding Jiayi lay on the quilt and cried bitterly. She didn't understand how she could get to this point in her life. Her husband was not around, her two daughters were studying, and no one cared about her as a mother.
Dead or alive.
Obviously before...
It was only then that Ding Jiayi suddenly remembered that when she was sick in the past, Qiao Nan would always be by her side, serving tea and water.
Ding Jiayi gritted her teeth and wiped her tears: "I don't believe it. Without you, I, Ding Jiayi, can't live."
Putting on her clothes, Ding Jiayi carried her things and walked outside, first turning over the antipyretic medicine. When Ding Jiayi found the antipyretic medicine, she was stunned again, for no other reason than because it was the same antipyretic medicine that Qiao Nan got sick with last year.
The board that was thrown into the trash can.
At this moment, Ding Jiayi couldn't bear it anymore and cried uncontrollably.
No one knows how Ding Jiayi survived this day alone.
Perhaps when people are sick, their body and mind are particularly fragile, so Ding Jiayi cried hard when looking at this antipyretic medicine.
But when Ding Jiayi's fever subsided and her illness recovered, her heart was like a hard-shelled animal that sheds its shell during the season and grew a newer and stronger shell.
"I told you, I am the mother of Qiao Nan, Class 11, Grade 1 of your school. I want to go into the school to see my daughter. Please let me in!" Three days later, on Thursday, Ding Jiayi looked fierce and stood in the corner.
At the gate of Pingcheng High School, people clamored and insisted on entering.
"What are you going in for? Don't let her in!" As soon as the principal received the call, he was so angry that he hung up the phone.
It was not a problem to lend the house left by Teacher Feng to Qiao Nan and his daughter. However, in order to quell the rumors created by Ding Jiayi, the principal and some teachers worked hard and managed to get it under control these days.
The turmoil of this incident has not completely passed, but Ding Jiayi, the culprit, is here again.
When he heard that it was Ding Jiayi's name, the principal wanted to ask someone to take Ding Jiayi out, so that Ding Jiayi would never be able to set foot in the school again.
The school is not a public place. Ding Jiayi can come and leave whenever she wants. She really thinks that the school gate is the back door of their Qiao family, which is ridiculous.
"I'm sorry, even if you say you are the mother of a student in Grade 11, we don't know if you are." (To be continued)