Reborn 1980's wedding favors are alluring

Chapter 293 Want to own it

Lin Xia shook off the towel on her head, turned her face to stare at Qiu Wenya, then lowered her head and smiled dumbly, laughing, and crying after laughing.

"I go back? Mom, if I lose to such a village girl and go back, is there any point in my life? Tell me, I'm not even as good as a village girl, why should I still be alive!"

She frantically flicked the towel in her hand, crying and shouting desperately.She is always like this, she loses control of her emotions when she is a little unhappy, crying and screaming, and self-mutilation in severe cases.

Every time Qiu Wenya sees her like this, she always blames herself that life is worse than death.

When Lin Xia was five years old, she was at her grandmother's house and witnessed her mother being raped by a man. At that time, Lin Zhengshan was still in the army.

Ever since that day, she has been very emotional.

Later, Lin Zhengshan took them all to the military compound and found the best psychiatrist to treat her. For the sake of this precious girl, even if Lin Zhengshan was unwilling to touch Qiu Wenya, he never proposed a divorce.

Lin Xia also grew up with age, and the situation gradually improved, but because of being doted on and spoiled by her family, her surly temper has already become more and more distorted.

"Okay, baby, don't cry, mom knows, mom will find a way for you."

Qiu Wenya hugged this precious girl's head tightly, her eyes filled with a look of sternness, there is nothing she can't do for someone who has even walked through the door of hell.

After Lin Xia left, the family was at a standstill for two days.

On the third day, Wang Yingmei was buried. It was very beautiful. The gongs, drums, and suona were all blown loudly.

Liu Zhenjiang walked ahead with the portrait in his hand, no tears could flow from his bearded face.Even if he was cast aside by others, his mother was still his mother. In order to bring him up, he had been a widowed mother for most of his life.

After suffering for most of her life, the only regret is that she didn't give her a grandson.

Zhang Xinting's car was driving towards the village. Seeing the funeral procession in front of him, the dead were the most serious, so he could only reverse the car.

Someone with malicious intentions threw a string of firecrackers at his car, and it exploded suddenly. He was so scared that the steering wheel slipped, and the rear wheels of the car sank into the muddy field.

Seeing that half of the car was still blocked by the road, he didn't bother to start it. Holding on to the frame of his glasses, he opened the door and got out of the car.

He smoked a cigarette unhurriedly, and reached out with both hands: "I'm sorry, brother, the car skids and can't get on, you have seen it." Passed through the funeral procession, and headed towards the village.

Seeing this, Liu Zhenjiang was so anxious that his face was wrinkled into a ball, he turned his head and kicked his cousin: "Let you be troublesome!"

This is great, the car blocked half the road and the coffin couldn't get through, so he had to cross the paddy field, which cost him a sum of money.

Originally, the custom in the village is that whenever there is a funeral, no invitation is required, and each household will contribute voluntarily.Just because Wang Yingmei had offended many families during her lifetime, there were only three or five who came voluntarily. Later, he bought good cigarettes and stuffed money to make up a dozen or so.

The whole funeral went back and forth, and it cost him almost seven or eight hundred.

Now that he is heavily in debt, he is looking forward to getting Qin Zhuier's land back and turning around.

Qin Zhui'er didn't go to watch the fun, and washed and scrubbed at home these few days, washing and drying the thick clothes and quilts.

Summer is here, and I have already put on short sleeves on my body.

When Zhang Xinting entered the door, she was standing in the yard drying clothes, wearing a white cotton fir with a round collar on her upper body, and a pair of loose gray cropped linen trousers.

The two braids behind her ears trembled back and forth with her movements.Under the direct light, the small face is fair and delicate, with a busy look, pure and beautiful.

Like the warm sun in winter, it is so comfortable that you want to greedily take it for yourself.

Fang Zhongqiang, who came back from watching the fun, watched Zhang Xinting stand in a daze by the door frame, followed his line of sight, and saw Qin Zhui'er in the yard.

(End of this chapter)