Mr.Liang's Wife Escapes Again

It's really cold and cold in the prison. There's no human feelings. As long as she doesn't like her inmates, they'll knock over her rice. But she still has to pick it up and eat. There's no way. She's really hungry.

What's more, those iron bars really hurt and hurt, more than her brother Qiancheng slapped her on the roof at that time, but she didn't dare to shout out the pain, because she knew that it was useless to shout, because in it, no one would care about her, and no one would help her.

She also had been hoping that her brother would save her, just like prince charming.

However, she waited for five years, watching the kapok flowers bloom and fall, fall and bloom outside the prison window. For five spring, summer, autumn and winter, her brother in Qiancheng refused to come. Even if she, like her sister, asked him to see her in such an extreme way, he could be indifferent.

"Dye dye, yes, you can pick up the brush again, as long as you want to paint, mom..." Song Jiahui pauses for a moment. It seems that it is not appropriate to say so. However, she goes on, "Mom will send you to cram school to make up for the missed courses."

Jiang Shiran raised his rough right hand and grasped the thin penholder with great effort. His hand trembled above the drawing paper and was afraid to write.

Now she can't even master the strength.

"Do it. Learn from me."

Jiang Shiran lost her brush. She was no longer confident that she could pick up the thin pen and sprinkle her dreams and willfulness on the paper.

She was not Jiang Shiran, who could paint the portrait vividly in only 10 minutes. Her five years in prison had long wiped out her dream, just like the love for liangqiancheng.

Now she just wants to live a peaceful life and be with Jiahui's mother.

"Ranran, no, you should have your own life. If it wasn't for that, you would be..."

Song Jiahui couldn't speak any more. She turned around and secretly wiped a handful of tears.

"Mom, it's good now."

Jiang Shiran carefully put away her brush and drawing board, which had been her dream, but now it has been completely destroyed.

When song Jiahui sees Jiang Shiran, who has become so sensible, she doesn't know whether to be sad or happy.

Her Ranran finally grew up and became sensible, but the price she paid was too high.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Shiran hears something moving downstairs. She quickly gets up to see that Jiahui's mother is making steamed stuffed buns and goes to help.

"Ranran, why don't you sleep a little more? Hurry up and go to bed. I'll be fine here."

Song Jiahui pushes Jiang Shiran out of the kitchen. Now, as soon as she sees Jiang Shiran's bloodless face, she feels a pang of heartache.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm used to getting up so early."

Jiang Shiran quickly rolled up her sleeves. Her hands were no longer tender scallion fingers. She had no milk to soak her hands, and no good skin care products could be used.

With Jiang Shiran's help, song Jiahui made the steamed buns in advance today.

After putting the steamed buns in the steamer, song Jiahui went out to buy the raw materials as usual.

But, today, she was followed by a Jiang Shiran.

As she walked back, she saw the dim sum shop that Jiang Shiran liked most. When she got to the middle of the road, suddenly, a red Ferrari 458 was born. Song Jiahui pushed Jiang Shiran away, and she was hit by a car several meters away.

The car stopped in the distance for a few seconds, then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and ran away.

"Mom --"

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