Chapter 1 (1/2)

Every April before and after the Qingming Festival, it always rains on the beach. The patter of rain mixed with the smell of flowers and grass in the courtyard, has a special flavor.

Many years later, in the cold Harbin, she still couldn't forget the fresh taste.

And at this moment, Tang Jiao smelling the smell, sitting in front of the dressing table in a daze.

In the mirror is a Yuxiu smart girl, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, long eyelashes are very warped, like a small fan, a pair of red lips naturally slightly toot up, the corner of the mouth is a small pear vortex, a little expression seems to take a three-point smile, is really a sweet girl.

Tang Jiao gently lifted her little hands, white and delicate little hands, clean fingers, and no nail polish that she was accustomed to. She gently brushed her face and then squeezed it.

It hurts!

She turned around and her eyes fell on the room.

On the opposite side of the dressing table is a large Suzhou embroidered screen with flowers and butterflies. This is the exquisite work of Mrs. an, the first needle in Suzhou. Mrs. an and her mother were close friends in the old days. When she was born, Mrs. an gave her a beautiful and exquisite screen.

This screen was placed in Tang Jiao's room since she was a child, until the Tang family was in the middle of the road.

On the side of the screen is a mahogany table with several lilies in blue and white porcelain bottles. Tang Jiao likes Lily best when she doesn't know the taste of sorrow. She always feels noble and pure, like orchid in empty valley.

Inside, there are delicate gold silk cushions on the mahogany arhat bed. Her mother is only her daughter. Since she was a child, she hated that she could not give her all the best things. She was really a top-down one in the family.

These are her, Tang Jiao sight one by one, not unfamiliar, but it is shocked.

”Miss, you are awake.” The smiling maid lifted the curtain and went into the room.

Hearing this voice, Tang Jiao looks at her, this is their servant girl four leaves, has been responsible for serving her.

Seeing the smiling face of four leaves, Tang Jiao is in a trance for a moment.

Four leaves, 20 years dead.

”I...” Tang Jiao found her voice delicate and soft with some waxy.

She was not used to it, but went on: ”where's your wife?”

Four leaves smile: ”my wife is praying for you in the Buddha Hall...”

Without waiting to finish, she ran out barefoot.

Tang Jiao has not seen her mother for 20 years. According to her own memory, she quickly rushed to the Buddha Hall on the side door on the first floor.

Sure enough, there are bodhisattvas worshipped in the Fu Tang hall. The smoke is curling. Mrs. Tang kneels on the futon and is very devout.

Tang Jiao held the door panting, looking at the young mother in front of her. Although she didn't know why she had returned to her girlhood, she had to endure all her sorrows and burst into her mother's arms.

Mrs. Tang didn't know that Tang Jiao had come back from her death. She only thought that her little daughter's family was so delicate that she took her in her arms, patted her back gently, and coaxed with kindness, ”who has wronged us? Don't cry. They are all big girls. They are so childish. ”

Youyou is Tang Jiao's nickname. She has not been called for 20 years. When she heard such a ”Yo Yo” today, she felt as if she had grasped the straw.

Tang Jiao raised her hand and bit her hand. It still hurt.

Not a dream!

Make sure it's not a dream, cry more.

She's back. She's back.

Mrs. Tang knew her daughter, and she said softly, ”how can this girl be wronged like this? Or... ”

She stopped and asked carefully, ”but it's not right with ah Heng?”

Hearing the name, Tang Jiao was stiff at once. Mrs. Tang thought she had guessed the right one, but she still urged her daughter: ”don't pay attention to that dead girl. You're a serious lady. She's just an outsider. Are you serious? In the early years, those who were born outside were just maids. You only listen to your father and treat her as a sister. I don't think she has any good intentions

Tang Jiao buried her face on Mrs. Tang's body, tears streaming.

Mrs. Tang felt more and more distressed when she saw her daughter like this. She gently wiped her tears and said seriously, ”we are better than her. We are cold bodies and cry so much. You should love your mother to death.”

Tang Jiao put her arms around Mrs. Tang's waist and did not move. It was so quiet.

Her father and mother are the orders of their parents and the words of matchmaker. If in earlier years, Xu would have been a good couple. It's just that there is no ”if” in life. Now we are all paying attention to a new wave. Everyone is going to a new life, and her father is no exception, just like most men in this era. After reading books, learning more and seeing more, they began to dislike their wives at home. It seems to be a trend to fall in love with a girl who shares the same ideals.

Her father happened to be affected by this, but Mrs. Tang's family was not a small family without a name, but she cut off the relationship.Although the matter has passed, but did not think that Tang Jiao was 13 years old, her father even brought this woman back again. At that time, she had led Tang Heng, who was only one year younger than Tang Jiao. It is said that when they broke up, they were already pregnant and did not dare to disturb the harmony of the Tang family. They lived hard with their children. If not meet again, she would never let Tang Heng recognize her ancestors.

After all, Mrs. Tang could only let them in.

Tang Jiao was also very disgusted with this mother and daughter, but Hu Ruyu is very good at being human, and Tang Heng flatters Tang Jiao gently. For a long time, Tang Jiao is gradually on the Tang Heng good up, think this sister is still very good.

Even sometimes, her mother arranges this is not good for her mother and daughter, and Tang Jiao still thinks her mother is making a mountain out of a molehill.