Chapter 558

After dinner at Zhu's home, Mingjing said goodbye to grandma and went to Tonghe prosperity with Mingxin.

Mingxin will have dinner at Zhu's home now, and then go to Tonghe Shengshi to accompany mingti and Mingchen. Mingxin has proposed to take them to Zhu's home, but they don't want to. Mingxin can't rest assured. After heavy study, Mingxin runs between the two places. Fortunately, when filming in the past, it was much more tired and bitter than this, and now they are used to it.

"It's like a dream to go back to high school. The students know that I'm your senior sister. I'm very friendly to me. I'm also stained with your light."

Mingxin, no, should call her Ye Zhen. The real Mingxin is not dead. She is just a wisp of dead soul occupying Mingxin's body.

Perhaps the present life is too comfortable and happy, which often makes her feel as unreal as a dream.

She often reminds herself that she is not Mingxin, she is Ye Zhen.

Everything that belongs to her now should belong to Mingxin.

If God saw that she died unjustly and gave her an extra gift, she would gladly accept it. This is the most special and surprising gift.

Even if one day, she left, this life, there is no regret.

Mingjing has been very silent since she learned the news of elder martial sister. Hearing the speech, she said: "don't think so much and live every moment of the moment. If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to be afraid of."

Ye Zhen was stunned and said with a smile, "every time I listen to you, it's like being enlightened and suddenly enlightened."

It's better to live every minute of the present and worry about the future. It's self mutilation to worry about those unknown things.

In short, the arrangement of fate has its own purpose.

Mingti and Mingchen see the mirror and hold it happily.

"Second sister, this is the first time you haven't spent the new year with us. It's meaningless to spend the new year without you." Mingchen pouts and complains.

"Well, your second sister has just come back. Let her have a good rest and you two do your homework."

Ye Zhen also fumbled for the two children.

They obediently went back to their room to do their homework.

"Second sister." The naughty little five ran to the mirror and showed the mirror a paper lantern: "I made it myself and gave it to my second sister."

The paper lantern is in the shape of a butterfly. At first glance, it seems very rough, but when you look carefully, you can find that the details are very exquisite. Two little people holding hands are painted on it, which has a verve. Although the lines are simple, you can recognize the bright mirror and small five at a glance.

Mingjing smiled and touched Xiaowu's head: "Xiaowu is great. The second sister likes it very much."

Han Suwen came out from the kitchen with two cups of tea and said, "this is Xiao Wu's manual work. The teacher said she would give it to her most important person. She said she would give it to you without thinking about it."

Little five has a sweet smile. His head rests on the legs of the mirror, like a obedient kitten.

After the new year, the little girl was five or six years old. The little girl grew taller and smiled with eyes like crescent moon.

Ye Zhen looks at Xiao Wu and then Han Suwen. She doesn't know Xiao Wu's life experience. She just feels that Xiao Wu and sister Wen are more and more alike. Is this called a close friend?

"Second sister." Mingchen came out with a test paper. "This paper needs parents to sign."

The score of the exam paper is especially bright red.

The roll surface is clean and tidy, and the handwriting is beautiful and beautiful. It is not like the words that a ten-year-old girl can write.

Ye Zhen said with a smile, "Mingchen is so smart that she can get a full score. Elder sister is proud of you."

These children, Mingjing taught them very well.

Mingchen just smiles and puts the pen into the mirror's hand.

"Second sister, I'm not ashamed of you."

Mingjing turned over the test paper and saw a dragon flying phoenix signature in the corner.

Ye Zhenben glanced casually. Suddenly, she was stunned. She grabbed the test paper from the mirror and stared at the signature.

The mirror narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Mingchen explained: "every test paper will have the signature of the marking teacher. Cenning is the math teacher in our class. He doesn't teach very well. I really don't know how such a person can be recruited in our school. It must be entrusted..."

The mirror glances at her and Mingchen quickly stops talking.

I almost forgot that the second sister didn't like her talking about right and wrong behind her back.

"Elder sister, why are you so excited? Do you know Mr. Cen?" Sensitive Mingchen has found something wrong with Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen smiled, but the smile was a little pale. "I don't know. I just feel like I've heard the name."

She returned the paper to Spiegel.

Mingjing picked up his pen, wrote his name next to cenning's name, and then handed the test paper to Mingchen.

"Oh, by the way, there will be a parents' meeting next week. I wonder if the second sister has time? Why don't you go, eldest sister."

Mingchen blinked and his eyes fell on Ye Zhen's face.

Ye Zhen said subconsciously, "OK, I'll go."

"Well, I'll let you know when it's time." Mingchen smiled playfully and ran away.

Soon mingti also came out with the test paper for Mingjing to sign.

Mingjing asked while signing: "how are you, Mr. Cen, teaching?"

Mingti thought for a moment and said, "it's OK, but the level is not as high as a teacher. At first glance, it's the kind of students who muddle around at school. However, although Mr. Cen's level is not very good, he has a good temper and looks handsome. The whole class doesn't like him."

Minty left with the test paper.

Ye Zhen smiled bitterly: "I thought I had put it down. Unexpectedly, just seeing a similar signature, I couldn't help getting out of control."

The mirror patted her back, silent company is the best comfort.

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A cargo ship sailed on the endless sea.

At night, a few stars are reflected on the sea, reflecting jagged waves.

In the cargo hold on the first floor of the ground floor, there are hills of goods piled up. A woman nestled in the gap between the goods and looked at the undulating sea level in the distance through a palm sized window.

The woman's face was pale and her eyes were tired. She was covered with an old blanket, which smelled of rotten mildew. The green veins on the woman's forehead jumped violently.

The shadow fell in front of me and something fell in my arms.

Jiang Chunlan looked down. It was bread and milk.

She raised her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her. Her voice was weak: "how long will it take to reach the shore?"

If it goes on like this, she will be scrapped before she reaches Jiangzhou.

Zheng Qing squatted down, tore open the package of bread and stuffed it into her hand: "Mrs. Jiang, who used to be high above, also has today's poor face. It's really sad."

Jiang Chunlan's will was consumed by the uncontrollable physical torture. She had no energy to care about each other's ridicule, "I want to drink some hot water."

"Madam, we are running for our lives, not in your villa. It would be nice to have stuttering."

Jiang Chunlan looked at the bread with no appetite in her hand, closed her eyes and stuffed it into her mouth.

Zheng Qing glanced, sneered and turned away.

Jiang Chunlan fell asleep in a daze. Half asleep and half awake, she felt like a boat floating on the sea. The waves beat her body and fluctuated with the waves.

Some pictures flashed alternately in her dream. An evil ghost chased her and bit her. She ran desperately. She stretched out a hand under the ground and grabbed her ankle. She suddenly fell to the ground.

She looked back, and the evil spirit with a green face and fangs rushed up. Suddenly, the evil spirit's face turned into Jiang Yu.

Jiang Chunlan screamed and suddenly opened her eyes.

The ship shook, the wind and rain beat the windows, and the sea blew a storm in the night, eroding consciousness bit by bit.

"Have a nightmare?"

Jiang Chunlan suddenly turned his head. Zheng Qing sat on a pile of high goods, one long leg drooping in the air and one long leg curling up. At the moment, he looked down from a high place with a sense of arrogance and oppression.

There is only one light in the cargo hold of Nuo da. At the moment, the light is flickering, and the person reflected is as strange as a ghost.

Jiang Chunlan's heart shrank suddenly, and a cold air lingered in her heart.

"Madam, with so many lives in her hands, those people will look for you in their dreams. Did madam see ah Yu?"

"Shut up." Jiang Chunlan was like a cat whose tail was suddenly trampled on, with a kind of anger in her voice.

Zheng Qing's smile blooms silently in the dark night.