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Those words about preferring her to grass and trees completely made Mrs. Zhang lose her desire to tell her story.
She should know that Aniang never wanted to listen to her arguments.
Along with the sound of coughing, Mrs. Zhang smiled bitterly, "Auntie, do you think I really don't know what you have been thinking these years?"
If her brother had not died young, my mother-in-law would never have spared any extra energy for her.
Aniang's motherly heart seemed to have never been opened by her.
So who is she?
The next best thing?
Or is it a ruthless tool?
"Auntie, I just want you to love me more." The depressed voice was filled with endless despair and pain.
With a look of disgust on Mrs. Zhang's face, she tore off the precious peace charm that Mrs. Zhang tied to her chest, and casually flipped through "It's true that those who are close to the ink are in trouble."
"Without that shameless little lady from the Li family, how could you have become so ignorant."
"Now that things have happened, I still dare to question the hard work of being a mother."
Casually, the peace charm fell on the candlelight nearby.
The candle suddenly brightened, and the flames that sprang up were about to swallow up the peace charm in the blink of an eye.
Mrs. Zhang's pupils dilated instantly, she rushed over desperately and held the burning peace charm in her palm.
Looking at the burned palms and then at the peace charm with only a corner left, Mrs. Zhang suddenly felt relieved.
Does it hurt?
It doesn't hurt.
All along, no matter how harshly her mother and grandma punished her, they would never leave scars on her body, as if only in that way she was the most perfect work.
Now, this burn made her look like a living person rather than an object.
Mrs. Zhang stared blankly at the burns on her palms, turning a blind eye to her furious and anxious mother beside her.
The doctor came, and Zhang's only request was that there should be no scars, but he didn't even care about whether it would hurt.
The endless curses rang in her ears. Mrs. Zhang turned a blind eye and found them funny.
It is said that A Niang is a kind-hearted Bodhisattva who is rare within a hundred miles, gentle and virtuous, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. But what is the reality?
Could it be that she will become such a person in the future?
Using your virtuous name and your softness to wrap up the emotions in your heart that have nowhere to vent, torture yourself and those who are weaker than you day after day?
She didn't want to, and she didn't want to.
When will days like this end?
It seems that she can't do what her sister asked her to do. If she had known this, she shouldn't have made the promise to visit her sister.
She really wanted to visit Sister Zhao's home and see the mother whom Sister Zhao was so attached to.
Mrs. Zhang was dumbfounded and allowed the doctor to apply medicine and bandage, and then listened to her mother-in-law and the doctor telling lies to cover up the truth.
Perhaps feeling pity for a moment, Mrs. Zhang sent Mrs. Zhang back to the courtyard and lifted the punishment.
From beginning to end, Miss Zhang didn't say another word.
As the days passed, the rainy days stopped and the courtyard walls began to be built. However, Mrs. Zhang's cough caused by wind and cold became more and more serious, and the burning on her palms became a deep-rooted scar.
Mrs. Zhang was so anxious that she didn't care about removing the scar. She drank bowl after bowl of medicine, but no improvement was seen.
Mrs. Zhang saw it in her eyes, but felt sad in her heart.
Was Grandma's anxiety ever just for her?
In the stillness of the night, occasionally a Kong Ming lantern would fly slowly next door. Mrs. Zhang's withered wood-like heart seemed to be nostalgic, but she could not welcome spring.
No one can save her, not even herself.
She spent countless nights tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. All she could do was follow her mother's instructions step by step, close her eyes, fall asleep, and wait for dawn.
can not fall asleep!
It's funny to say that during these few days of relief, she managed to fall asleep again.
Day and night, sleeping all day long.
Auntie, I'm really tired.
Sister Zhao, I wish you a pure heart throughout your life.
"Mrs. Zhang, please ask Gao Ming again."
Another doctor returned without success.
Zhang cursed quack doctors, but still did not reflect on himself.
The Sunge family finally found out that the young lady of the Zhang family was seriously ill.
Sunge lamented, "How can medicine and stone cure heart ailments?"
As an outsider, she could not wake Mrs. Zhang, nor could she save Mrs. Zhang.
Even if she comes to help this time, what awaits Mrs. Zhang is still the same confinement and torture.
It is not surprising that when one falls down, one commits self-mutilation, self-abuse, or even suicide.
In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, Sun Ge quietly crossed the courtyard wall and secretly looked at Mrs. Zhang.
The sleeping Madam Zhang showed no reluctance or struggle, only tranquility.
Waiting to die!
This word subconsciously appeared in Sunge's mind.
Not only is Miss Zhang not afraid of death, but she is happily welcoming it.
It seems that he is seeking relief in this way, and also betting on whether he can win Zhang's mother's love.
At this moment, Sunge knew that there was nothing she could do.
Since hearing the news, Li Qingzhao has been like an ant on a hot pot, unable to stop for a moment.
The peace talisman that guarantees peace is a lie.
Kongming lanterns for blessing are also a lie.
None of this could make Sister Zhang feel better.
Mrs. Zhang strictly ordered that the Zhang Mansion be closed to outsiders, but in the dead of night, Taoist priests and monks came to the door secretly in the hope of recovering.
Unfortunately……
It is said that Mrs. Zhang saw that she had no way to save her life, so she arranged a secret marriage with a wealthy family, let Mrs. Zhang enter the ancestral grave, and get some marriage partners. By then, even if she was the only old widow, she would be taken care of. .
Another late night, Sun Ge was awakened by the light of fire and the crackling sound of the house.
A fire broke out in Zhang's mansion, and Mrs. Zhang's body was completely gone.
At the end of the day, Mrs. Zhang finally made a choice for herself and left with a clean and free body.
The oil-soaked cloth wrapped all over his body was tragic and decisive.
Such a tragedy, even if it had been anticipated, would inevitably lead to sadness.
Li Qingzhao had been depressed for many days, and the confusion and confusion in his eyes were gradually replaced by determination.
"Auntie, women should have the right to make free choices when they are born."
It’s not an accessory, it’s not a tool without emotion, it’s not a commodity for trading.
Women are human beings too!
At a young age, Li Qingzhao gradually understood what Mrs. Zhang said to her that day.
after that.
Hearing that Mrs. Zhang had given up her gentle and honest image, she first made a scene in the medical clinic, cursing the doctors for disregarding human lives and quack doctors for killing people.
The doctor reported it to the officials, and the officials came forward and punished them with sticks and fines.
Then he thought about clinging to the wealthy man with whom he had previously intended to have an incest relationship, and wanted to hold a pile of ashes in the ruins to be the ashes of Mrs. Zhang, so he was driven away and was in a miserable state.
I keep saying that I love my daughter, I love my daughter, I want to seek justice for my daughter, I want to find a destination for my daughter.
After that, little news was heard about Zhang.
Seems crazy?
Seems to be missing?
No one knows its true whereabouts.
In the end, no one knows whether Zhang suddenly came to his senses or remained stubborn.
