Zhou Youmei looked at Shen with tearful eyes.

"My grandmother is Chinese. Her surname is Shen. She was abducted here. After marrying my grandfather, he loved her very much. My father was born with my grandmother's surname. My father, like the children here when he grew up, didn't want to go back to China. If he was like ordinary people, he might live his life in peace, but he met his mother at that time."

When he was talking seriously, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit it.

Leaning against the head of the bed, I vomited a smoke ring, which seemed a little unreal.

Zhou Youmei looked at him blankly this week. She never smoked in front of herself. This is the first time.

"My mother also turned from China, but she was bitten by a poisonous snake when crossing the border. When she was out of breath, those people threw her into the jungle and just saved her by a passing father.

When her mother was abducted, she was young. Her grandparents always taught her to be her own daughter.

Later, she grew up. She had feelings with her father. She married here and had children. She didn't want to go back. "

Zhou Youmei listened heavily and knew that the turning point of their family must be his mother.

She listened quietly without interrupting Shen Shen.

Shen Zhong soon finished smoking a cigarette and lit another one.

Zhou Youmei couldn't get used to the smell of smoke and coughed softly.

With a heavy look at her, he put out the newly lit cigarette and threw it aside.

I don't know why, Zhou Youmei was slightly surprised by his subtle movements.

"I didn't inherit one tenth of my mother's appearance. She is very beautiful. When I was very young, I often heard people in the stockade say that my mother is a fairy sent from heaven."

Shen Cheng's eyes were faint, thinking about what had happened before.

"But in this place, if there is not enough power, beauty is a crime, and everyone can plunder it."

Zhou Youmei stared at him and suddenly understood why Shen Zhong told herself all this.

She had always felt that Shen Shen was different from others, but Zhou Youmei couldn't tell what was different.

Now I don't understand, probably because two generations of Shen Chong's family are Chinese.

Influenced by her mother and grandmother, she is different from the native people here.

"I remember when I was five years old, my father and mother took me to the city to see a doctor, but I was watched by a passer-by. I always remember that the military car pulled my mother away and robbed my father's chest. My father protected me under my body and bled my head and face."

The heavy voice was heavy. When I said this, I seemed to return to that time. My voice was hoarse.

"When my grandparents found my mother, she was dead. My mother vowed not to die from that man. Finally, she was tortured to death by the soldiers he threw to his hands. When he was carried back, there was no intact place on his whole body."

Zhou Youmei didn't expect Shen Zhong to have such an experience. She was surprised and speechless.

"From then on, the lively and cheerful little boy who didn't understand anything died. Only the heavy eyes stained with hatred were left. He lived for only one purpose, revenge!"

When the word revenge came out of Shen Chong's mouth, it seemed to squeeze out of his teeth. It can be imagined how much he hated at that time? It cannot be eliminated at this time.

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