The intuitive answer was so simple and clear. There was no evidence to prove the connection between the two, but he was excited and uneasy at the same time.

If the rescued person is not Feng Shu, then she is most likely still unmarried, and he can pursue her openly, instead of delaying the decision out of guilt for Jun Lin and his son. He neither wants to send her back nor wants to send her back.

If you don't want to advance the relationship immediately, you can only choose to maintain the status quo and hope that time will pass.

But if she is really not Feng Shu, then who is her true identity? Which man's legal wife will she be, and does she truly belong to each other emotionally? Does she also have children? Does she love her little family deeply?

?

If he is lucky enough, she is neither Feng Shu, nor the wife of a certain man, nor the mother of a certain child, but is still a single person who has never had a relationship. Whose daughter will she be? It could be that she was born to him.

A hidden family that is out of reach?

After thinking about this, Jimo's boiling emotions finally calmed down a little.

What about the reclusive family? His family is not bad, but they just live under the eyes of the world, in the bustling world. But compared to the reclusive family, his family is not lacking in low-key.

As long as she has a heart.

As long as she also means that.

"Return to Tianji."

"Now? Aren't we going to check?"

"Well, I won't check. If she wants to find her two companions, she will come back sooner or later."

Jimo Xun took the people aboard the Xinglan and embarked on the way home.

At that time, Feng Shu had just opened his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but Guan Jiu, who was in a daze, felt very uncomfortable.

It was like someone was smashing something with a hammer nearby. The sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" echoed in her mind, giving her a splitting headache and nausea.

The hell in the legend is indeed terrifying and makes people feel uncomfortable.

She was so painful that she wanted to curl up, but for some reason, her whole body seemed to be imprisoned and she couldn't move at all.

She couldn't open her eyes, but because she was fussing so much, she finally vomited it out. Then she felt that her face was covered with the vomit, as if something sticky had stuck to her skin, and it didn't taste good at all.

smell.

She should feel sick. But Guan Jiu's first reaction was - strange, she has been hungry all day, how can she still vomit something?

Oh, no, she should be dead. Why is she still in so much pain? Why is she still dizzy and vomiting?

Before she could think clearly, a more intense pain swept through her mind, like a flood, submerging her completely.

When Guan Jiu woke up, his eyes were straight.

She just seemed to be riding a polar aircraft, browsing a person's life at a furious pace?

The girl in white clothes in front of her was dripping with blood. She had a very delicate oval face with raised eyebrows. Her eyes that should have been full of gentleness were ferocious. She looked like the most ferocious star beast in Emma's mouth, which could be swallowed in one bite.

Drop all the disobedient children in the nursery.

Guan Jiu shivered, so frightened that he wanted to find a place to hide so that the girl in front of him, who was exuding a violent aura, could not see her.

But obviously she didn't succeed this time, because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move. She, who had always been unobtrusive, was being closely watched this time.

Guan Jiu couldn't lift a finger, as if her whole body was bound by something invisible. She just felt like an ice sculpture.

But the strange thing was that she knew she was motionless, but she felt herself shaking uncontrollably. Fear was like air, omnipresent.

Almost instantly, she saw the girl raise the knife in her hand, and a drop of bright blood slid down the blade.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and blood beads seemed to explode in the air. Frightened to the extreme, Guan Jiu's consciousness once again fell into that dream-like place.

The girl in white is called Hong Yijing. Just like her name, she has been a quiet girl since she was a child. She is the third eldest child in the family and the youngest child.

Grandparents Hong Dazhu and Huang Xiaoli are farmers with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky. For generations, their ancestors have been honest people who dug food in the land. They gave birth to eight children, five girls and three boys. Because of the Japanese invasion, the country could not be established and the country could not be established. In addition, the small mountain village was originally

Due to poverty, natural and man-made disasters, after the liberation of the country, only the youngest son, Hong Aiguo, survived.

Although Hong Aiguo survived, he grew up amid the double separation of national history and family poverty. The country was not prosperous and strong, and social individuals, especially those whose ancestors had lived in small mountain villages for generations, naturally suffered from poverty.

Because the former brother and sister also cooperated with the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese, after their sacrifices, the older brother and the younger brother lived in Hong Ai's country, so the village has always taken good care of him, allowing him to study for free, and recommended him when he became an adult.

He went to work as an accountant in a brick factory in the town.

When he was twenty-five years old, he got married to a decent-looking daughter-in-law, Ding Chunhua. The next year, he gave birth to his first daughter, Hong Yueliang, and in the third year, he gave birth to his second daughter.

They all died after one sip. In the fourth year, they became pregnant twice, but both miscarried. In the fifth year, they successfully gave birth to their third daughter, Hong Xiaoxing.

When he was older, he only had two daughters, but still no sons. In a rural area where family lineage is very important, Ding Chunhua couldn't stand up straight in front of her parents-in-law, and Hong Aiguo had no honor in front of his fellow villagers.

But he was an honest man after all, and one of the rare educated and knowledgeable people at that time. Hong Aiguo had never beaten or scolded his wife. The couple worked diligently and worked hard to create a man, and finally when he was thirty-three years old,

, Yu Chunhua, who was in poor health, became pregnant again.

Everyone thought that this time it was definitely a son. He had a pointed belly, a big appetite, frequent fetal movements, and kicked hard and fast. Whether it was an experienced midwife or a monk master who could pinch and count, they all said

Nine times out of ten, he is a mastermind.

The parents-in-law are happy, and they serve their daughter-in-law like an old Buddha. They are reluctant to eat or wear clothes themselves. For most of the year, they always save money and rice to buy chicken, duck and fish eggs for Ding Chunhua, whether they are at home or in the fields.

She was not required to do any work, and she was even allowed to touch a little cold water.

Hong Aiguo insisted on going home every day, walking more than 20 miles back and forth on the mountain road for more than nine months, until the fruit came to fruition.

Ding Chunhua suffered from dystocia, and gave birth to her third child in heart-wrenching heartbreak. She was still a daughter. Because of placenta previa, and because she had been pregnant too many times before and could not sit properly during confinement, the doctor told her that she could no longer have children.

Otherwise your life will be lost.

In fact, even if the doctor didn't remind her carefully, Ding Chunhua still felt that she had no chance of living.
Chapter completed!