The educated youth aunt who dresses as the heroine of period novels

Deng Damei was also very emotional.

Her own mother never made this for her.

The moment she took the sanitary skirt over with both hands, she regarded her mother-in-law as her own mother.

Eating the oily fruit that was crispy on the outside and glutinous on the inside, she smiled fawningly at Zhang Yunxi and said, "Teacher Zhang, please reward me with a few more."

"You can even eat and take it." Zhang Yunxi pretended to be shocked.

"Is that okay?"

"Okay." Zhang Yunxi raised his chin, with an expression on his face as if he was about to praise me.

Deng Damei, who has been the women's director for some time, has greatly improved her ability to organize and speak. She praised her so much that Zhang Yunxi herself found it very useful.

But Zhao Mo and Er Gouzi had goosebumps all over their bodies, and He Xiaoxiao, who fell into a state of flow, was the calmest.

boom--

The loosely closed door was violently pushed open by a panting villager. Before anyone could ask him what he was doing, he loudly said: "Zhao Hongqiang is dead."

Deng Damei's chopsticks instantly fell to the ground.

Zhao Mo's mind was also blank.

Zhang Yunxi was the calmest and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Yuan Guixiang poisoned her with pesticides and poisoned her to death. Zhang Yujie was frightened and fainted, as if she had a miscarriage." The villagers also did not expect that Yuan Guixiang did something serious without saying anything.

When she heard the rat poison, even though Deng Damei was being bold, she couldn't control her physiological reaction, and her legs became weak.

Furthermore, the female director cannot handle murder cases alone.

Zhang Yunxi, who had the least emotional ups and downs in the audience, went to find the team leader with the villagers. Before leaving, he saw Zhao Mo's eyes were dull, squatted down and grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and said seriously: "Zhao Mo, you have me!"

Zhao Mo's eyes focused on his aunt's face little by little.

Like a homeless child, he finds his way little by little.

Zhang Yunxi felt very distressed when she saw her like this, but the murder case could not be delayed, so he hugged her and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll go take care of something and I'll be back later!"

When she went to see Captain Zhao, Shi Yanchun told her that Captain Zhao had gone to Zhao Hongqiang's home.

Captain Zhao seemed to have aged several years. He stood silently at the door of Zhao Hongqiang's house, unmoved by the cries of the children inside. More and more villagers gathered to bring his thoughts back.

He let out a long sigh and said feebly: "Go to the police."

Perhaps he had taught Zhao Hongqiang a lesson earlier, brought him to justice when he bullied Zhang Yunxi's sister, and let him know that the law could not be touched, and today's tragedy would not have happened.

The police arrived quickly, grabbed Yuan Guixiang's arm, held her shoulders, and escorted her toward the commune.

Seeing that his mother was going to the labor camp, Yuan Dafan was so anxious that he sat on the ground and kicked his feet: "Why is it not you who died? If you died and my father was still alive, I would still have a family, and maybe I would still have an aunt. Now My dad is dead and I have nothing left!”

Yuan Guixiang suddenly broke free from the shackles of the police and slapped him hard on the face. This slap used all her strength and threw away all maternal love: "Just treat me as dead."

There was no trace of kindness in the woman's pupils.

Zhang Yunxi, who was watching, had mixed emotions. She would never forgive her for Zhao Mo, who had been tortured by Yuan Guixiang before.

But Yuan Guixiang did suffer inhuman torture.

We ended up where we are now.

It can be regarded as another form of revenge.

She won't do anything either.

Yuan Dadan, who was beaten by his own mother for the first time, had blood coming from the corner of his mouth and looked at his mother for a long time, unable to regain his consciousness.

None of the villagers sympathized with Yuan Dafan, and everyone could see that Yuan Guixiang was not good to Zhao Mo.

At the same time, everyone can also see that Yuan Guixiang tried his best to make his son Yuan Dafan live a better life. Anyone who has been to his woodshed knows that his woodshed is clean and tidy, with a few small decorations. Rather than calling it a woodshed, it's better to call it a smaller room. Originally there was a leak in the room, but Yuan Guixiang shamelessly begged the captain for a few tiles and then started to mend them.

She painstakingly repaired the leaks.

Yuan Dafan didn't even look at it.

Apart from disgust, he only hates his mother!

The kind of hatred that makes her die!

This kid...

terrible!

In addition to the son she had with her ex-husband, Yuan Guixiang also had a son with Zhao Hongqiang.

The child cried the most heart-wrenchingly. When Yuan Guixiang left, she took a deep look at her son. It was already difficult for her to have love for her and Zhao Hongqiang's child, and the child did not rely on her much. To be more precise, , the child has never relied on her, and has never felt better about her mother. Although she is not like Yuan Dafan, who wishes her to die, it is not much better.

because……

Her youngest son actually gave Zhang Yujie a piece of candy and called him mom.

How ridiculous.

Yuan Guixiang left and confessed to the crime.

I just begged to see Deng Damei.

Deng Damei came to the police station and showed the police a certificate confirming that Zhao Hongqiang beat Yuan Guixiang every day. It was a certificate rather than a larger piece of paper, but there were many red thumbprints on the paper.

The police station sent personnel to investigate the specific situation.

The police also asked Yuan Guixiang to look at the certificate: "Tell me, how could you make such a big mistake? It's so good to live a good life."

The bright red thumb prints meant that someone still cared about her a little bit.

It was someone she had never cared about before, who cared about her a little bit.

Yuan Guixiang clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms, "I understand, can I meet our women's director?"

"Okay." The police called Deng Damei over.

Yuan Guixiang looked at the round-faced girl in front of her and felt that she was really a bit silly.

After spending so much effort on her, he also obtained a certificate to commute her sentence.

He was the stupidest person she had ever seen.

Seeing that she was silent, Deng Damei spoke first: "You haven't experienced the beauty of the world yet, so don't give up on life."

Yuan Guixiang looked at her and whispered in her heart: I feel a little bit.

Deng Damei continued: "Your situation is different. You have been beaten and abused for a long time and you are resisting. I understand that you will not be sentenced to death. You still have hope!"

Seeing her serious and stubborn expression, Yuan Guixiang suddenly smiled with relief, took out the thirty yuan she had saved for a long time from her closest clothes, and said softly: "This is for you, to make up for your original dowry. "

The day Deng Damei got married was the day she wanted to rest the most in her life. She wanted to see the kind-hearted female director getting married, the girl who protected her the most and spoke the most heartfelt words to her.

Yuan Guixiang sincerely wished her a good life. She also specially prepared ten eggs, hoping that they would be happy.

But Zhao Hongqiang didn't let her go out that day.

She missed it.

Let’s make up for it now.

"I don't want it, you can keep it for when you get out of prison." Deng Damei said.

Yuan Guixiang smiled, put the money on the ground, and said before Deng Damei could stop her: "Are you curious why I killed Zhao Hongqiang?"