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Yang Zimei parked her car under her own door and asked Zhenzi to wait below and go upstairs.

Zhenzi is a living dead person, with more or less ominous evil spirit, she is not willing to let her into her own home.

Because Yang Zimei called ahead of time to ask her mother to prepare for departure. Although it is only 6:30 now, Huang Xiuli, who is used to getting up early and going to the bakery, is already ready.

"Niuniu, your hair --"

Huang Xiuli was almost frightened when she saw Yang Zimei's hair turn into strange ice blue.

"Mom, it's OK. I want to be innovative and dye my hair."

Yang Zimei hugged her mother's shoulder and said, "have you had breakfast?"

"I did, Niuniu. Did you eat it?"

"Well, I did."

"Then we can go to grandma's house now. Ha ha, my mother hasn't been back to her mother's house for five years. I miss her very much."

Huang Xiuli chuckled, but her eyes were full of bitterness.

Five years ago, on the second day of the new year, she and Yang Qing went back to their mother's house to see their brothers. As a result, they were ridiculed by them because of their poverty, and they did not even have a host.

She had to go to the grave to worship her mother, and came back.

Her heart was broken when she went back to her mother's house, and she never mentioned going back again.

This time, my cousin came, and she called her sister. She was very warm. She wanted to go back and have a look again.

Seeing that Huang Xiuli was still wearing ordinary clothes, Yang Zimei thought of her snobbish uncles and aunts and said, "Mom, where was the skirt I bought you last time? You're well dressed. Why don't you

When Yang Zimei was rich, she bought a lot of money for her family, especially Huang Xiuli, who had worked hard for most of her life. However, Huang Xiuli was accustomed to frugality and frugality. She knew that her daughter did not need money and her own bakery turnover was good. She still wore ordinary clothes. She felt that wearing good clothes was a bit swaggering.

"Mom is not a little girl. When she goes back to her mother's village, she will be laughed at when she wears a skirt." Huang Xiuli shyly pulled the corner of her dress and said, "this suit of clothes is very good."

"Mom, now the village aunts are all wearing skirts, you are really."

Yang Zimei couldn't resist her mother. Seeing her own Emerald Pendant on her neck, she didn't say anything anymore and took her mother to go downstairs.

"Niuniu, my mother has prepared bread for her mother's family. You can carry it down for me, as well as these gifts."

Huang Xiuli points to a lot of things on the table.

"All right."

In fact, Yang Zimei really didn't want to give her uncle anything. In her memory, they gave her a bad impression.

In the last life, when his family was destroyed, his uncle only came to deal with the affairs of his second uncle. At that time, he also took her back to raise her.

Who knows, the second aunt jumped up and scolded, saying that they had four children in their family and could not afford to have one more to eat.

The wife fearing second uncle was helpless. He sent her to a family with only two children, but he refused directly, saying that he had no obligation to help others raise children.

The second uncle begged for a long time and said that this was the only child left by her sister Xiuli. How could it be someone else's home?

My uncle still disagreed, and firmly believed that she was a nail in the door, which led to the death of all the family members, and I didn't want the bad luck.

The second uncle had no choice but to take her to other brothers and sisters. The result was the same. He had to take her home and kneel in front of his wife for a long time. Fang was reluctantly promised to stay.

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