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Chapter 211 She is not our daughter

After five o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Yan and Liu Shan woke up after a afternoon sleep. It was almost time to go to the comprehensive market to buy vegetables and make dinner.

Fortunately, when Ye Jue was away, she was not so lonely and lonely with Liu Shan.

The wound on her hand could not touch the water, and the dishes and chopsticks she ate for lunch were washed by Liu Shan.

Before leaving the door, Song Yan cleaned the floor and made the bed.

This is her living habit. She lived alone in her previous life. She always liked to clean her apartment, which enriched her life and was comfortable to live. After cleaning, Liu Shan had already washed the dishes and chopsticks.

Song Yan walked to the drawer, took out her bag, took out the money inside and counted it. She had been working part-time in the city for half a month, and she had already had dozens of dollars in her hand, even if she had a lot of money, she had only twenty dollars left now.

After counting the money, she took out part of it and put it in the drawer and locked it, put the other part back in her bag, ready to buy groceries.

She turned around and said, "Liu Shan, what do you want to eat tonight? You can wash the vegetables and cut the meat. I'll cook. I'll make delicious dishes for you."

"This is a good idea, I'll treat you today."

"No need, keep your money. There are many places to use money in school in the future. You don't have to be polite to me. We are all poor children, so help each other." Song Yan said, putting the money in her bag, then picked up the keys on the table and walked out of the door.

Liu Shan walked out with a smile and said, "Thank you."

"If you say thank you to me again, I'm going to be angry." Song Yan closed the door and put the big lock: "Let's go, tell me what dishes I want to eat after going to the market. Let's celebrate first. Maybe Ye Yumin will really come to school tomorrow. We have to eat well and have the strength to fight Yang Fen."

Song Yan's words deeply convinced Liu Shan, a foodie, that she also wanted to lose weight, but the food Song Yan cooked was so delicious that she could sometimes eat three meals in one go.

Sometimes she feels that she doesn't look like a girl, and she deserves to be fat.

"Okay, you can only have the strength to deal with that woman after eating."

When the two walked out of the military compound, a figure suddenly rushed to Song Yan, grabbed Song Yan's arm and called her, "Yuanyuan, you are back, you are really back, my Yuanyuan, you are a heartless thing. After leaving for more than ten years, you still know how much I miss you."

Song Yan exclaimed.

Facing the old lady who suddenly ran to her, grabbed her arm and finally hugged her and cursed while crying. Song Yan was so scared that she stepped back.

Liu Shan quickly held Song Yan's back, looked at the old lady holding Song Yan and said, "Mother-in-law, you recognized the wrong person. She is not Yuanyuan, she is Song Yan, and her name is Yanyan."

Liu Shan deliberately raised the word "Yan Yan", but when she finished speaking, another old man's voice came from behind: "Old woman, you recognized the wrong person, she is not our daughter."

Song Yan lowered her head and met the old lady's eyes.

The old lady's eyes were filled with tears, and the expectation and joy on her face were finally overwhelmed by loss. She probably saw clearly that she was not her daughter, so she slowly let go of her hand, took a few steps back, then lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, with a strong crying voice: "So... I... I recognized the wrong person, you are not, not... my daughter."

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