My imagination has come true

Chapter 429 Mood
Jiang Si looked at the handwriting written by his own father with a confused face.

Mu Qingyun let him go and struggled, and politely greeted all the neighbors, and led her Uncle Jiang's wife's younger brother to dig out some peanuts, melon seeds, and candies from the local specialties that others forced. Class, one person grabbed a handful.

At this time, although the days of starvation are over, all kinds of non-staple food are very rare. Few people are willing to buy more when they have nothing to do. Many children look forward to the New Year because they can eat them during the New Year. Small snacks that you don't usually eat.

Although it's just a snack now, the neighbors still think that the girl in front of them is quite sensible.

In the plot, the original body was not as 'majestic' when she came.

She followed Li Congshan all the way from the station, and she walked for an hour and a half. By then, she was tired and hungry, with a disheveled face, the kind that the neighbors kept hiding when they saw it.

Yuan was full of untimely pain in his heart, so he naturally didn't say hello to his neighbors.

Entering her father's house, looking at Jiang Minhua who has no blood relationship with her father at all, Jiang Guotai happily called his parents, take it easy, and only look at her with strange and strange eyes, but what about her?

She was taught a lesson all the way, telling her not to cause trouble in the family, not to call people, but to call her father and uncle.

At that moment, what kind of mood did the original body feel?
Everything is different now.

She was brought back by the hearts of the people. She told everyone openly that Jiang Si was the original father, but she was only called 'Uncle', and that's what she called her.

Of course Yuanshen is not an illegitimate daughter, her mother is dead, but it is not non-existent.

It's not that Li Congle hoped that her husband's previous life would never exist, so that he could erase other people's lives.

There are two kinds of human death, the first is the death of the body, and the second is the complete disappearance of traces left in this world.

Why?For the happiness of Li Congle's family, the original body has no sense of existence?

Maybe the enlightened masters don't care about these mundane affairs, they will let others arrange them, and they don't care at all, but Mu Qingyun is still a young man. When she sees something unfair, she just wants to take care of it, regardless of the incomprehension.

Although it doesn't seem to make sense.

It's just that she always thought that when she entered these scripts and became a character in it, she had to play the role well and shoulder the responsibilities she should have assumed.

She did all this with all her heart, not just for the so-called highlights, so-called completion, and so-called participation, but because she knew that these scripts took place in the real world, and these people were also flesh and blood people.

It's also because of the first script she experienced, she herself was the protagonist, and she tried her best to fight for the person she valued, so she planted all the scripts in her subconscious, and if she didn't deal with it well, it would affect the lives of many people. Life.

Her current memory is that Yuanshen felt dizzy when she got on the train, her eyes were always dark, she always wanted to cough, and her heart felt uncomfortable. At the last moment, Yuanshen seemed to realize that she was dead.

There is only a little obsession left before dying, only one sentence - I can't live a good life, can I live a wonderful life?
Mu Qingyun felt that it was a pity that she couldn't see the original body. If she saw her, she wanted to tell her that everyone is the protagonist of their own life, and they should be wonderful and live their lives well.

Of course, it's still the same sentence, what she said is to live well for the original body, and to take care of herself. The one who comforts her is not the dead, but the living, herself.

Just say now, she is willing to call Jiang Si uncle, instead of walking over to him and slapping him directly, she just thinks carefully about what Yuanshen prefers to do.

In fact, the original owner is gone, and I can't see it, and I may not be very happy when I see it, but so what?
As a human being, Mu Qingyun never takes it seriously, as long as she is happy.

All the way into the alley, Mu Qingyun looked around.

Jiang's house is on the eastmost side of the second row.

Jiang Si became nervous all of a sudden, and Li Congle's face became even uglier.

They had prepared a place for their children to live in. Considering that the 15-year-old child is not young, it is not easy to live with the two children Minhua and Cathay. It doesn’t matter if Minhua is a girl, but Cathay is a boy. It is small and inconvenient.

For this reason, Jiang Si deliberately separated a small area in the northeast corner with cardboard, and took four chairs from home and cardboard to make a bed.

He really felt that he had done a good job. He was very considerate of his daughter and argued hard, so he tried to let her live at home instead of living in a side room with air leakage everywhere.

Now that the house is tight, every family is crammed together like this, so it's okay for my daughter to squeeze with them.

Right now, he was a little worried that his unlucky daughter, who didn't play cards according to common sense, suddenly made a fuss and kicked the two children out, occupying the house by herself.

If this girl really gets into trouble, it's really hard to handle!

Mu Qingyun saw Jiang Si's trembling at a glance, and this time he really laughed.

Yuanshen's grandparents, Yuanshen said that Jiang Si was the smartest young man in the village, bold, careful, and good at talking, others said that he had [-] minds.

But look at the things this person is worried about, maybe out of 790 minds, [-] out of [-] out of [-] are stupid?

Mu Qingyun paused and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiang, I don't know, where do you plan to arrange for me to live?"

"It should have been written in my grandfather's letter. My heart is not very good. I like to be quiet and not to move. I need some quiet space."

Jiang Si's heart trembled suddenly.

Li Congle raised his eyebrows even more, and his face turned black: "What do you mean? What? You still want to drive my two children out of the house, so you live in it, right? How can you have such a big face! This house is my welfare House allocation, whoever I want to live in, I can live in whoever I want, whoever I let go, whoever has to get rid of me—"

She yelled out loud.

Mu Qingyun was not in a hurry to get angry at all, quickly waved his hands and shook his head, blinked, with an innocent face: "Auntie, don't get me wrong, I know very well that this is your house, your home, and I don't want to live in it."

She frowned and sighed, "Fortunately, I planned not to live in, otherwise, if my aunt gets upset one day and is kicked out again, it will be a bit troublesome."

Under the scorching gazes of all the neighbors, Li Congle became more and more panicked, and tears suddenly fell, feeling extremely wronged.

Jiang Si felt even more helpless. He knew his wife's temper. It stands to reason that most of the teachers should be quite good at talking, but his wife was an exception. Before she got married, she was spoiled at home and coaxed at school. It's been a long time, and now I meet a clever girl who is not suppressed by her authority, my mind is confused, and I don't know what I am talking about.

Mu Qingyun said unhurriedly: "I plan to take my mother's dowry and rent a small house outside, so as not to affect your life as much as possible."

(End of this chapter)