First love after marriage

It is obviously unfair for sister song's mother to complain about me. I am not an immortal. I certainly can't calculate the bad luck that sister song will face. However, I can't deny that sister song was killed because of me.

"You know what? My daughter told me before that she would come to see you. She wanted to thank you. If it weren't for your help, she wouldn't be able to divorce so smoothly! " Sister song's mother touched her tears, her expression was sad and angry, and she couldn't cry.

The old man must feel wronged for his daughter. He finally got out of the devil's palm, but he still died in the devil's hand. It's really a pity.

"Aunt, I'm sorry!" I'm sorry to look at sister song's mother. I have thousands of words in my heart. Finally, I only said such a sentence.

"Excuse me? I don't want you. I'm sorry. I want my daughter's life. She died so miserably and was dismembered so miserably“ Sister song's mother was excited again. She stood up and came to me.

"Auntie, calm down!" At this time, I was already a little flustered. I didn't know how to comfort this poor mother with grief and anger.

"Calm down? I can't calm down! Why are you? Why aren't you at home? Why don't you open the door for her? If you open the door for her, she won't meet that nightmare man! She won't die! "

Sister song's mother hit me again and even pinched me. She couldn't express her hatred to sister song's husband, so she passed all her hatred on to me, which made me particularly helpless.

"Aunt, let's not make trouble outside. There are so many neighbors here. It's a shame for you to make trouble like this. Although sister song is dead, her reputation is still there!"

As I said this, I took sister song's mother aside, carefully avoided the fire pot full of burning paper, and opened the door.

"Aunt, we'd better go home and talk about what we have. We can't keep making trouble outside." I tried to comfort my mother.

"Do you think I'm making trouble? You are guilty. You killed my daughter. Are you guilty? " Sister song's mother didn't listen to my advice, but became more hysterical.

I'm afraid of the old lady. Although my daughter's death is worthy of sympathy, it's not good to disturb the lives of so many neighbors by making trouble with me like this.

Just then, many neighbors living here were surrounded. When they saw the brazier lit on the ground, they immediately exploded.

"What are you doing? This is a residential building. It's scary. We don't let others live here! "

"Yes, yes, it's too unlucky. How can others live?"

Many people began to complain, and even some people called the property owners to complain about us.

I kept bowing and bending down to apologize to the neighbors, but my apology could not calm everyone's anger.

"If you don't feel unlucky, move this fire pot to your house!"

"How dangerous it is to move home. If you set the house on fire, can you afford to be responsible?"

More and more people began to attack sister song's mother and me.

"You take care of it. I'm looking for this woman. She killed my daughter. What fun do you follow!" Sister song's mother pleaded with everyone unconvinced.

The more she was like this, the more ashamed I was. After a while, a property manager came to us.

With a bucket of water in his hand, he said, "is this where the fire is burning?"

The crowd replied, "yes, burn paper in our corridor and drive this woman out. It's too disrespectful to our owners!"

After listening to everyone's words, the property manager walked forward without saying a word and suddenly poured the bucket of water in his hand into the fire basin.

At the same time, sister song's mother shouted wildly, "what are you doing? What are you doing? This is for my daughter! "

Sister song's mother was so excited that she even had to fight with the property personnel.

However, with the strength of sister song's mother, she can't pull other people's property personnel at all, but from the perspective of property management, she is also an old lady. She doesn't want to or even dare not care too much about her.

"If you do this again, we can only call the police and call the police to deal with it!"

"You all bully me, a lonely old woman!" Sister song's mother immediately began to cry, which made everyone in a bad mood. Everyone looked at me one after another.

I know what you mean is to let me deal with this matter. There is no way, so I had to quickly pull sister song's mother into my room.

"What are you pulling me for?" Sister song's mother trembled angrily. She struggled with her body and looked like she was going out to fight with the people in the property.

"Aunt, stop making trouble. You have any resentment. Send it to me. Your daughter's death has nothing to do with other neighbors. If you make trouble like this, it won't do you any good!" I tried to persuade aunt song.

When she heard this, she suddenly collapsed and hit and scolded me: "you killed my daughter, I killed you, I killed you!"

My body was beaten by sister song's mother one punch after another. It was painful, but I didn't want to fight back, let alone stop it.

"Aunt!"

I cried to her sadly, and my tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Don't call me aunt. Do you think I can forgive you if you bear it like this? I tell you, it's impossible. If I hit you, you'll hurt a few times at most, but what I've lost is a daughter, a living daughter! "

Sister song's mother's mood was more and more difficult to restrain. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but when it came to my mouth, I still said, "I understand your mood. I know the pain of losing my daughter, because my child is also..."

Speaking of this, I can't go on. I think of my daughter, my poor child. I watched her being tortured in Dai Jiawan's hands. Her life and death are uncertain. At least the murderer of sister song has been hunted down, but the murderer of my child is still at large.

Such oppressive pain makes me feel miserable, but I dare not say it. I dare not vent my emotions like sister song's mother. I don't care if I express my sadness too much, because I know that if I am too sad, my spirit will fall down. If that happens, how can I avenge my daughter?

"Your children too?" After listening to my words, sister song's mother gradually turned her resentment into sympathy. Perhaps our fate is somewhat similar, which makes her feel pity for each other.

Sister song's mother stopped swearing at me and fighting me.

He just kept crying silently. When his tears dried up, they flowed down, and then dried up.

"My daughter is really poor. She met you in the hospital and knew you moved back. She wanted to thank you for helping her win the divorce lawsuit. If she didn't live for you, she couldn't be reborn. But when she came to your house, she knocked on the door for you. You didn't open it, but the beast heard the knock and looked at it. As a result, they had a quarrel, My poor daughter was beaten to death by his hand... "