Chapter 174 (2/2)

But this time, Liancheng Yazhi could tell that if he did not nod, Rong Yan would not tell him so easily.

Rong Yan patted his shoulder happily. “Mr. Liancheng, please sit down first. My story is as smelly and long as the old woman’s foot-binding cloth. Please sit down and listen slowly.”

After saying that, Rong Yan Ran to find her bag and found cigarettes and a lighter.

Rong Yan lit a cigarette and sat opposite Liancheng Yazhi.

she didn’t want to pull, but she was afraid that her small movements would expose her, so she had to have something in her hand.

Rong Yan skillfully held a cigarette between her fingers. She didn’t smoke it, letting the long and thin cigarette burn slowly. Looking at the wisps of smoke rising from the end of the cigarette, she slowly poured out the things in the box that had been sealed for many years, like opening it.

Rong Yan’s voice slowly rang out in the room. It was like a melodious tune played by an old phonograph, with the vicissitudes of life.

before I was ten, I lived in fear every day. Life was tough back then. Sometimes, I could only eat one meal a day. I was afraid that my mother would send me to an orphanage or give me to someone else. I didn’t dare to sleep too deeply at night because we often moved at that time. It was often in the middle of the night. I was afraid that if I didn’t wake up and opened my eyes, she would have left me behind.

Rong Yan took a deep breath and continued nonchalantly, ” “Every time I went out with my mother, she would carry Rong Jia, and I would follow closely behind. I didn’t dare to grab her hand because she would never hold my hand. Of course, there were times when she would reach out to me, but every time she hit me, no matter how fun it was on the street, I wouldn’t take a second look because I knew that if I got lost, she would never look back for me. every time she takes me out shopping, does she have the same idea? it’s normal for a child to get lost on the busy streets.”

At this point, Rong Yan felt that her eyes were a little dry. She raised her hand and took a puff. After the smoke came out of her mouth, she continued, ” “This kind of life continued until I was ten years old. My mother met Rong shenghai.”

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