You can't cry, you can't be sad, you can only laugh.

It is a very cruel thing for a woman who has just lost her beloved husband.

She was forced to eat a lot of food, and she couldn't eat it yet, so she had to eat it for the sake of the child in her belly.

Before, she had happiness and now how painful it is.

A few months later.

The third generation of the Qin family was born.

A very cute child, she only saw one face, and the child was taken away by Mrs. Qin. The next day, when she opened her eyes, she saw Mrs. Qin sitting next to the hospital bed.

"Do you have a lot of doubts?" Mrs. Qin didn't wait for her to ask, so she looked down and said, "For example, why am I so indifferent and indifferent to my son's death? ”

Hua Yao sensed something in her heart and nodded calmly, "Yes." I wonder why. Qin Zheng loves you so much, why didn't you even shed a tear. ”

Why do you know that he loves me so much, and he still pushes me.

Why did Qin Zheng become so cold at home after he left, it seemed that he had lost all warmth, like hell.

She had a lot of questions to ask.

Madame Qin didn't mind her attitude, because she was about to be an inconsequential person.

"Qin Zheng loves you, which in itself is your fault." What Mrs. Qin said, Hua Yao was not surprised.

She said calmly, "Sure enough, you don't like me at all. ”

"My son has had nine calamities in his life, great calamities of life and death. I've already helped him find a replacement for the dead ghost, and it's because of your presence that all that has changed completely. ”

Mrs. Qin's eyes were filled with hatred, "Hua Yao, if it weren't for you, my son wouldn't have died." You killed him. ”

"No, it's not."

Obviously, she pushed Qin Zheng away.

Hua Yao didn't believe it, "You're lying!" ”

"Lying?" Mrs. Qin said indifferently, "Xing Weaving dreams of killing you, I already knew it." I also knew for a long time that my son would be entangled with you. I deliberately left the apricot weaving dream and asked her to stimulate you, just to let you get out of the way as soon as possible. I was good to you before, just not to let my son think that I was a vicious mother. But why are you cheeky to entangle my son? ”

"I'm not, I don't have ......"

"Didn't fall in love with him?" Mrs. Qin's eyes were like knives, and she said resentfully, "Hua Yao, isn't it good to be a cat?" Why do you have to be human? After my son and Xing Zhimeng get married, you can still have more than ten years to live. I may see that for the sake of your selfless dedication, I will let you be a human being. But why don't you even let go of my son as a cat? ”

Madam Qin finally got angry.

Hua Yao finally understood that all of this was secretly manipulated by Madam Qin. It turned out that Mrs. Qin had mysterious power and wanted to change Qin Zheng's life.

But all of this was destroyed by her.

"I didn't know, I didn't know it was going to be like this. If I had known, I wouldn't have pestered him. ”

She's going to stay away from him.

"It's late."

Mrs. Qin's eyes were red, "Hua Yao, you have to live well, your life was exchanged for my son's life, you must not die, remember?" ”

Hua Yao couldn't cry herself, how could she die, how dare she die.

"You won't see your son for the rest of your life."

"Ma'am?"

Hua Yao looked at Mrs. Qin pleadingly, and Madam Qin said resentfully, "This is your punishment. ”

Hua Yao knelt on the ground and bowed, "Yes, this is my punishment, I will chant the scriptures day and night, and pray for him every night." ”

"It was better to do so."

The years have passed.

Hua Yao lived for a long, long time.

She lived to be one hundred and twenty years old.

One hundred years of it, spent in daily confessions, and finally, with tears in his eyes.

A handsome young man appeared on the mourning hall, looked at the old man in the coffin with his eyes closed, and asked, "Is this my great-grandmother?" It looks sad. ”

In the void, the soul that had not yet dispersed stared at the figure of Qingjun, and shed a transparent tear, which happened to drop in the corner of the young man's eyes.

He raised his hand and wiped it from the corner of his eye, but there was nothing, and the tear mole in the corner of his eye became clearer and clearer.

Boom, boom.

The memories are overwhelming.