Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Jung frowned. "Why do you say these words?"

Qinghuan Wu poured water and looked at him with a teacup: "what should I say?"

Jung really couldn't turn around. "Aren't you happy? You don't have to take her words to heart, I understand."

Qinghuan chuckled, "you don't understand anything. Can I ask you a question?"

Jung: what

"What do women usually do in your country?"

Jung went to school late. After graduating from high school, he directly joined the army. He spent more than ten years in the army. He didn't know how women outside the army usually live.

He can only guess his cognition from some thin and vague words. "Women usually take care of their husbands and children, but they can also make an afternoon tea with their good wives and young ladies in their spare time."

Qinghuan asked again, "are they doing well?"

This is another problem that Jung can't start. After thinking for a moment, he said honestly, "I don't know. Maybe it's good."

"How many women can a man have in your country?"

Jung: "in 1896, the state unified the family law in the civil code. Theoretically, there can only be one wife." theoretically, mistresses can always be seen everywhere in the upper class, because even if the law recognizes the status of women, many men still feel that women should be vassals. Only the rest of the words were swallowed back by him.

Jung thought of the particularity of Qinghuan's identity, "what's the matter with you? How can you think of asking this?"

Qinghuan smiled and didn't answer his question. Instead, she sighed with regret, "really."

It's nice that a man can only have one woman.

Jung didn't know what to say. He just felt that Qinghuan's smile was not as good as she said. It was a kind of expression and eyes that he couldn't understand, with longing, longing, complex regret and reluctance.

After saying so much, Jung was still in a fog. After thinking, he said, "did you adopt the child in the yard?"

"Adoption?" Qinghuan sneered, leaning lazily and supporting his chin, "what do I want so many children to do, but I gave them a bite to eat, a piece of tile to cover the top, adoption... They are all stupid people who burn money."

"You are different from many people," Jung said.

"It's different. I'm more stupid than many people," Qinghuan continued.

"You're not stupid. You're kind."

Qing laughed and said, "kindness can't live here, especially women."

"I used to be kind." Qinghuan pointed to the door. "It's her. When she was desperate, I gave her food, clothes and clothes, and I carried her into the building. But you see, she didn't curse me to fall down early every day. My kindness fed a white eyed Wolf. The wolf was not satisfied, so she had to eat me instead."

Jung said, "she can't represent all the children. Those children will thank you in the future."

Qinghuan still smiled, "really?"

Jungdi nodded firmly, "I firmly believe."

"What if not?"

"Impossible."

"If, I mean if." Qinghuan Dingding looked at him. "What if all the thirteen children grow up, but none of them remember my kindness to them?"

Jung pursed his lips and his eyes became deep, "there must be."