Xu Yaping's life seems to be only this part of the provincial city.

Her "past life" does not seem to exist, or rather, has been deliberately erased by someone.

No one will deliberately erase their past, unless, it is a dark history that will not see the light of day.

Anne had suspected it for a long time, but she couldn't find evidence for a while.

There is no way, when Xu Yaping came to the provincial capital, it was the end of those crazy years.

Household registration or something, it is said that it is strict and strict, and it is said that loopholes can be drilled.

Because at that time, there were no computers, no monitoring, and the data could not be networked nationwide.

People rely on letters of introduction to go out, and their identities are also proved on paper.

And this kind of thing is the easiest to fake.

Of course, in those days, there were almost no fakes.

However, there are no absolutes, and there are still a very small number of people who take risks, privately engrave official seals, and forge certificates.

At that time, the social order was also a little chaotic, and some people disappeared for some reason.

And some people, changing places and identities, can still get a new life.

Xu Yaping, does she also have a very unusual past?

What's more, Anne wonders if "Xu Yaping" is her real name.

"Xu Yaping" has an unknown origin, and her mind is vicious and ruthless, and she really doesn't look like an ordinary housewife.

If someone wants to be detrimental to the An family, the first suspect is her.

Anne stood at the door for a while, and then found a corner where no one was around, which seemed convenient, but in fact, she released her mental power and began to search around An's house.

Sure enough, diagonally opposite the street entrance, there was a beggar who described himself as embarrassed.

He was wearing a shabby cotton jacket, his hands were in his sleeves, and he was shrunk in a circle, sitting on the side of the road, and in front of him was a worn-out enamel jar, in which a few gross tickets were scattered.

Just looking at the appearance, this is a very ordinary beggar.

But Anne still turned her suspicious gaze at him, for the simple reason that it was.

The beggar seems to be fine, but his presence here is very problematic.

Because this is not a downtown area, let alone a residential area, but a somewhat remote suburb.

Begging here, hehe, even if you squat for a day, you may not be able to get money.

Moreover, beggars in this era still have to eat, and if they want money, they may not be given.

To be honest, those who can give a beggar on the side of the road a steamed bun are all kind people.

Give money?

What do you think!

Who is rich these days? They don't have any money to spend, and they will give money to beggars stupidly?

Not for everyone, but for the vast majority of people.

Therefore, no beggar with a brain would go to such a remote place to beg.

This man, there is a problem!

Anne used her mental power to observe carefully.

She soon noticed that the beggar seemed to have his head down, but his eyes kept glancing in the direction of An's old house.

That's right, it's he who is spying on An Jia.

Just then, a crisp car bell rang out on the street.

Hmm, this should be An Jianfang is back.

Last month, Anne just bought An Jianfang a bicycle, which is the latest women's bicycle.

It's not a cross-beam bike, but a very delicate curved beam bike, with a small basket and a bell in front.

An Jianfang likes it so much that she rides to and from work every day.

Every time I came back to my house, I deliberately rang the car bell, as if announcing "I'm back".

Anne heard the familiar chime, and the expression on her face softened.

But, then, her face changed again.

Because she found that the beggar actually set his eyes on An Jianfang and followed her all the way.

That kind of gaze, obscene and disgusting.

Rumble~~

Anne only felt the blood rushing to her head.

She has traveled through thousands of years, and she has seen many superb and scum.

She was too familiar with that kind of gaze, full of evil thoughts, and she was even sure that this beggar must have had thoughts that the young and beautiful An Jianfang should not have.

Damn it!

This person is not only stalking at the family, but also has great malice.

If that's the case, then don't blame her for being rude!

In the evening, Han Mei also came back, and An Jianjun was at school, but the small courtyard was still lively.

An Jianfang quarreled with her eldest brother while doing housework with her sister-in-law.

Washing vegetables, cooking, laundry and sweeping the floor, my aunt and sister-in-law are very busy.

An Jianguo also wanted to help, Han Mei felt sorry for him for a day of practice, so she didn't let him interfere at all, so she let him sit and rest.

"Dad, Meizi and Jianfang have also worked for a day, I, I just want to help!"

An Jianguo was kicked out of the kitchen and returned to the hall, just in time to meet his father's disapproving eyes.

He suddenly remembered that his father was a traditional machismo, paying attention to the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

My father earns money outside, and when he comes home, he is the uncle.

I didn't help the oil bottle when it was poured, and I didn't even take the chopsticks when I had a meal.

Housework or something, it's even more untouched.

The father is machismo, and naturally he can't see his son wandering around the house like a girl.

An Jianguo is not like his own father, he has taken care of his younger siblings since he was a child, and washing clothes and cooking are all daily routines.

After Han Mei passed the door, he would also help his wife with work.

But An Jianguo hid all these from his father.

They don't live together at all, and if they usually avoid it, their own father won't know.

However, my father didn't know what was wrong today, so he suddenly wanted to stay here for dinner.

An Jianguo forgot about it for a while, so he showed his stuffing in front of his father.

In order to avoid his father thinking that Han Mei, the daughter-in-law, was not virtuous enough, An Jianguo hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, it's not promising!"

Anne scolded dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything.

An Jianguo: ......

Well, he said that he was used to being scolded by his father, "unproductive" or something, and it didn't hurt him at all!

The family finished dinner.

Anne habitually dug into her pockets, and all that was left was an empty cigarette case.

She looked at An Jianguo.

An Jianguo was a little embarrassed, "Dad, I, I don't smoke." So, he didn't have any cigarettes in his house.

"No smoking, still a gentleman?"

Anne muttered disdainfully, and then said angrily: "Go, buy cigarettes for Lao Tzu!"

An Jianguo's face was a little bitter, "Dad, our nearest commissary here will take more than twenty minutes——"

"Okay, I'll buy it, I'll buy it!"

Seeing that his father was about to get angry, An Jianguo didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly took his coat and prepared to go out.

They are remote here, and there are very few vegetable farms and small shops.

In the vicinity, there is only one private commissary, fortunately it is private, otherwise, on this big night, the state-run people would have already gotten off work.

An Jianguo muttered as he walked out.

Alas, it's a big night, it's almost winter again, it's so cold, the old man can really toss!

An Jianguo went out, and Chang Tiezhu, who was squatting outside, didn't know that he was just going out to buy a cigarette.

The man of the house is gone, and there are only two women and an old man left in the house, which is a good opportunity to start.

Of course, it's safer to wait until midnight to do it, but, but this day, it's too cold.

Chang Tiezhu pulled the worn-out cotton jacket, sucked the big snot that came out of the cold, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes......