"You haven't come back for how many years, you don't care about your family, and you don't show any sign during the holidays, how are you going to let us spend it?"

Zhou's mother cried loudly, as if she wanted to let everyone in the town know Zhou Ji's evil deeds.

"Pandi, it's not what my aunt said about you. It's not easy for your parents to raise you like this. It's a good thing that you have a future and left. You don't even care about the family. Look at who in this town treats you like a daughter.

of."

"But that's not the case, Pandi. In recent years, your parents have been dragging your brother down even as they get older. Your brother is only sixteen years old now. It's time for you, my sister, to help. If you don't care, are they trying to force you to death?

Parents?"

"This girl is just outgoing, is there someone out there? Your mother lost half her life to give birth to you, how could you do this..."

Under the siege of several middle-aged and elderly women, Zhou Ji's face was already very ugly, while Zhou's mother cried even louder as if she had found an alliance.

Zhou's father and several men who claimed to be their elders seemed to be the incarnation of justice and said a few words, "Don't let people see the joke, Pandi, you also..."

"My name is Zhou Ji!"

When Jiang Qian came in, he happened to hear Zhou Ji, who had been silent until now, speak.

She looked at the people around her with a smile: "My name is no longer Zhou Pandi, my name is Zhou Ji, my own Ji. I won't give you any money. If you want money, you can drag me to fill in the well again."

, are you going? Mom, dad, uncle, second uncle, third uncle, aunt, second aunt, third aunt..."

She called these people and looked over them coldly, "Are you going?!"

Zhou Ji took out a dog-beating stick from the side, pointed it at these elders and relatives in a treasonous manner, and said viciously: "You want my money? Are you worthy?! You try to touch me, I will sue you until you even cover your butts."

No pants!”

Jiang Qi looked at Zhou Ji in front of him, and seemed to see the thin figure who fainted on the roadside from hunger that winter. The first thing Zhou Ji said to Jiang Qi when he woke up that year was: They bought a cake for my brother.

Thirteen dollars.

That was the first time Jiang Qian knew that even among relatives, some people must be distinguished from others.

Jiang Qian wanted to go over, but Shi Yan pulled her back.

Jiang Yan frowned.

Shi Yan took a few photos with his cell phone, then stepped forward and called Zhou Ji away.

When Zhou Ji saw the two of them, he paused, a little embarrassed, and his smile was a little forced.

"You can't leave." Zhou's mother grabbed Zhou Ji's legs and squatted on the ground. She must get the money today.

This rip-off, if Jiang Qian hadn't gotten married this time, wouldn't have been able to catch her, and I don't know when she would come back in the future.

Zhou Ji closed his eyes, his fingers hanging on one side trembling slightly.

Shi Yan said quietly: "Zhou Ji, you owe one million, and you said you would pay it back after the new year. Have you raised the money?"

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

Zhou's parents and relatives were whispering.

"Ow one million? Didn't you say you made money outside these years?"

"As a woman, she can take care of herself outside. How can she still make money? Even if she makes money, she doesn't know how..."

Zhou Ji looked at Shi Yan, and at the sign of his eyes, he coldly pulled out his legs and said, "I'm going home now. Mr. Shi, do you think how much is my house worth?"

"I think you dare to touch our house!" Zhou's mother roared.

Zhou's father also picked up a broom and chased her away, wanting to sever ties with her.

Zhou Ji, who was finally out of the house, laughed out loud and burst into tears as he laughed.

Jiang Qian felt a little uncomfortable and hugged her, "Let's go to my house first."

Zhou Ji took a deep breath and wiped away his tears casually, "No need."

She hasn't come back for many years, and these people are still behaving as usual, which undoubtedly proves that her decision to no longer have anything to do with them is absolutely correct.

Not all relatives can be called relatives.

"I'll go back to Sifang City in the afternoon." Zhou Ji turned to look at Shi Yan, "Boss Shi, thank you for what happened just now."

Zhou Ji patted Jiang Qian's shoulder and said, "I...go to...the cemetery and take another look at him. You can go back."

Jiang Yan looked at the back of her leaving gracefully and pursed his lips, "She always thought that her family would love her one day. When we were very young, she helped the family farm and chop firewood, and washed the whole family in winter.

Her clothes were washed and her fingers were torn, but she was quite optimistic at that time. Later... Yang Junhuai, he got sick, and he told Zhou Ji to live for himself, not wanting her to wrong him again. Later Zhou Ji changed his name,

Started a new life..."

Jiang Qian often thought that if such a good Yang Junhuai was still alive, Zhou Ji would definitely be much happier than he is now.

Having been loved so sincerely, it would be difficult for Zhou Ji to fall in love with another man again.

Shi Yan put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Everyone has their own destiny."

Jiang Qian raised his head slightly, his red eyes filled with dissatisfaction: "You are a little too calm."

She thought he could feel the same for Zhou Ji.

After all, his family...

Shi Yan's eyes were light and he didn't say anything.

His emotions are not as rich as Jiang Qian's. The emotion of feeling sad when seeing others in pain only appeared when he was too young.

Now, I no longer know what it feels like.

"hiss--"

Jiang Qian didn't pay attention and stepped on a stone on the roadside, twisting his foot.

Shi Yan frowned and knelt down.

As soon as his fingers touched her ankle, Jiang Qian's painful tears fell: "It hurts so much."

Shi Yan bent down and said, "I'll carry you back."

Jiang Qian was not polite, so she lay softly on his shoulder and let him carry her.

Snowflakes suddenly fell, Jiang Qian reached out to catch them, "Shi Yan, it's snowing."

Shiyan: "Your feet don't hurt anymore?"

Jiang Qian hugged his neck and whispered: "It hurts."

Shi Yan: "Go back and apply some ointment."

Jiang Qian said "Oh" and was a little worried: "Zhou Ji doesn't know whether the road is slippery or not when he goes to the cemetery."

Shi Yan said softly: "People who can sprain their ankles every time they walk still have time to care about others."

Jiang Qian pursed his lips: "I think you are looking down on me."

Shiyan: "You think it's right."

Jiang Qian strangled his neck: "You have no empathy. We are both married, and you don't even know how to feel sorry for me."

Shi Yan held her buttocks with his big palm and squeezed, "Be honest."

"What's going on?" Jiang's father was surprised when he saw Shi Yan carrying the man back.

Shi Yan: "I didn't look at the road and my foot sprained."

Father Jiang sighed and shook his head: "This child."

Jiang Qian jumped off Shi Yan and raised one leg: "I just didn't pay attention at the time. It's nothing serious."

Shi Yan was not surprised by her harsh words, so he pinned her down on the sofa, took the ointment, and applied it with one hand. Jiang Qian took a deep breath.

"Be gentle." She frowned.

Shi Yan raised his eyes and said, "There are candies next to you, eat one."

Jiang Yan: "I don't want to eat it."
Chapter completed!