Hypocritical, stubborn, and not magnanimous enough.
It seemed like it was really her fault, especially after learning that she was a fake daughter, the panic of losing was deep in her bones, and she always couldn't help but please everyone.
At the same time, she enjoys the favor of people around her, as if this is the only way to prove that she is real, that she will not be driven away, and that everything she owns will not be lost.
Unfortunately, things owed to others must be repaid, and things stolen must be returned to their original owners.
"Don't think about asking questions to express yourself, let alone dress pitifully and pretend to be weak. No one owes you anything." Jiang Chengyu warned in a low voice, "You owe others."
Even the maid Xiaoqiao behind him advised, "Girl, let's go, let's go farther away."
Walk? Where to go?
She was born and raised in the Jiang family. She thought she was the noble legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, but in the end she was just a fake trying to occupy a magpie's nest.
Jiang Chengyu was right.
She is scheming, she pretends to be weak, she is sick on purpose.
At first she was shocked and fainted, and later because she was afraid of being kicked out, she deliberately refused to eat, deliberately refused to take medicine, and deliberately lingered on the sick bed.
In this way, you can stay with your mother and gain the love and affection of your father and brothers.
But now she still has nothing.
Mother's love, brother's care, father's care.
Everything she had came from the Jiang family, and there was nothing that could compensate her. She only had a life that belonged to her.
"Girl, where are you going?" Xiaoqiao called.
Jiang Chenghuan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and climbed up the bluestone road.
She crossed over the stacks of houses, smelled the fragrance of spring grass, felt the hot and cold breeze, and finally stopped on the raised platform above.
The interrogation of Mr. Liao has ended, and the Jiang family is leaving in order.
The father stretched out his big hand and patted Jiang Sheng on the shoulder, as if he was giving some loving instructions.
That was the family affection that once belonged to her, but now she can no longer touch it.
She was so afraid of losing her that she clung to her mother, looked for her father, and cried to her brothers, hoping that they would always take care of her.
Countless big mouths suddenly appeared around her, shouting in unison that they were fake, asking her to make room, and asking her to get out of the Jiang family.
Oh no.
Jiang Chenghuan covered his ears in pain, "I don't want to leave, I don't want to, I want my father and mother, I want my brother, I want everything, I won't leave."
But she had to go.
A child abandoned by everyone can only step into nothingness, stretch in mid-air, and fall like a butterfly.
"Girl..." Xiaoqiao stretched out her hand heartbreakingly, but was a step too slow.
The noble daughter-in-law who wears Dongzhu on her feet, the proud and indifferent Miss Jiang San, the pity and weak girl who always hides her little thoughts.
She was lying on the ground, her black hair falling in all directions, and bright red blood spread, dyeing her favorite white gauze dress red.
"I was being scheming, and I was pretending to be ill. I wanted to keep the happy past so much... But why, why do you think I would do whatever it takes to harm others..."
"For so many years, in my heart, my father is dear to me, my mother is dear to me, and my brother is dear to me. I have not stolen anyone's identity, and I have never been a fake."
She was intermittently breathless.
"It hurts... Mother, Chenghuan hurts so much, but Chenghuan has no regrets... If there is an afterlife, Chenghuan still wants to be his parents' child, and wants to meet his brother, but this time... it must be a kiss..."
Someone screamed so loudly that they were frightened out of their wits.
As soon as Jiang Sheng turned around, Chang Yan covered his eyes.
"Don't look." He lowered his voice, "Go back to the carriage."
Tan Yue ran over nervously and forced her into the car.
The remaining people hurried over and looked at Jiang Chenghuan, who was completely breathless.
"What's going on?" Jiang Jizu was extremely shocked, "Call the doctor quickly, doctor!"
Wen Zhiyun rushed over in a hurry and shouted, "Third brother!"
Fang Hengxin understood God and ran to the carriage as quickly as possible to get the small medicine box.
Stop bleeding, take medicine, take pulse.
Jiang Chengyu covered his mouth in horror, his heart filled with fear.
Although she had ridiculed him many times and said unpleasant words, she just wanted Jiang Chenghuan to leave the Jiang family and return to his original life.
She never thought about Jiang Chenghuan's extreme personality, let alone that Jiang Chenghuan would die.
"Are you talking nonsense again?" Jiang Chengfeng asked in a suppressed voice.
After all, he was just a twelve-year-old child. Jiang Chengyu shook his head and tears began to fly.
Facing the loss of life, it is always difficult for kind people to remain indifferent.
Wen Zhiyun inserted silver needles all over Jiang Chenghuan's body to stop her bleeding, set her bones, and clear her congestion. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely.
"Little doctor, how is she? Just tell me if you need any medicine." Jiang Jizu couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "Although the Jiang family has not decided how to treat her, they have never thought of taking her life."
Wen Zhiyun nodded and said nothing.
After an unknown amount of time, he stood up weakly, his legs so weak that he could hardly stand.
It was Fang Heng who helped him, and Wen Zhiyun wiped his sweat and said, "The bleeding has stopped. It's hard to tell whether he can wake up."
A fall injury like this is likely to be caused by internal congestion. No damage can be seen on the outside, but in fact it is shattered.
What's more, she danced by herself.
Without the will to live, it will be difficult for me, the King of Heaven, to save me.
The brothers returned to the carriage tiredly, and Jiang Sheng was already waiting obediently with his chin in his hands.
Seeing her fourth brother trembling, she quickly took out her handkerchief and water bag. After Wen Zhiyun recovered a little, she dared to ask, "What happened? Is anyone in danger?"
Wen Zhiyun looked at Fang Heng, Fang Heng looked at Zheng Ruqian, and Zheng Ruqian looked at Chang Yan.
Chang Yan cleared his throat and smiled warmly, "It was the third girl from the Jiang family who sprained her foot."
"Is she okay? Is it serious?" Jiang Sheng frowned, "She just twisted her foot. Why is she crying like that? It's really strange."
"Maybe it's because my daughter's family is delicate." Chang Yan said without changing his expression, "Oh, it's time, we have to pick up the eldest brother."
Yes, yes, there is someone taking the exam in Gongyuan.
As expected, Jiang Sheng's attention was diverted, and he stuck his head out and shouted, "Grandma, we have to leave first. My eldest brother is about to finish the exam, and we have to protect him."
Don't let someone hit you with a black nose and a swollen face as soon as you walk out of the Gongyuan.
"Good boy, you go first." Mrs. Jiang chuckled, "Let's go."
Sure enough, the carriage started, and Famen Temple hidden behind the trees gradually moved away.
Jiang Sheng glanced out of the corner of his eye and seemed to see Jiang Chengyu lowering his head to explain something to Jiang Jizu, feeling a rare sense of honesty and guilt.
When you look closely, you will see only the sprouting and growing vegetation and the increasingly lush mountains.
She suddenly understood why the Jiang family chose to interrogate Liao in the Zen room of Famen Temple. In addition to being quiet and undisturbed, it could also be separated from the reality of Fengjing.
Just like now, as she goes further and further away, all the noisy, noisy, heart-breaking, and tangled things drift away. The company of her four brothers makes her feel at ease, and a peaceful life is nothing more than this.
Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at Gongyuan.
Jiang Sheng endured his hunger and sat on the carriage shaft to wait.
Waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, I don’t know how long passed, and the gate of Gongyuan finally opened.
She was really curious about whether he was the upright brother or the brother with a bruised nose and face.
