I was disliked by my husband, so I took my mother to marry an officer as a rich woman.

"What did you say?"

Ming's father couldn't believe what his wife said.

"It's the little girl I saw before." Ming's mother often secretly talked about her to Ming's father, saying that he saw a little girl, and it was the little girl who helped their family, and then the house-raiding team searched everything and found nothing, and it was the little girl who collected their family's things.

Including some so-called evidence used by others to frame them.

Otherwise their whole family will be ruined.

"Little girl? Did you see a little girl again today?"

"Yes," Ming's mother nodded. "Not only that, she was with a woman. That woman. When I saw her, my heart ached so much. I don't know why, but it felt like a piece of my heart had been dug out, leaving it empty."

For so many years, Ming's mother actually didn't dare tell Ming's father that every time she met Ming Anyu, her heart ached, and she felt like someone had dug a piece of her out.

The same thing happened when I met Jiang Xiaoyue today.

Ming's mother whispered to Ming's father.

"That little girl might be some kind of fairy."

The living conditions in the cowshed were remote and extremely difficult, but the two sons Mingliang and Mingliang had already gone to other places.

I didn't live with them. I was also locked up in the cowshed, lying on a pile of hay, and the days passed by in the blink of an eye.

Ming's mother didn't deliberately think about Ming Anyu's affairs, but she still felt a lump in her heart.

Her husband's stomach growled, and she took out the dry, black steamed bread from her bosom, broke it into pieces, and handed it to her husband. Her husband had a serious stomach problem and had suffered a lot before, but she didn't expect him to suffer again now.

But Ming's father did not eat it, but gave it to Ming's mother.

The two of them didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, but just lamented the impermanence of life. After all, they were sitting too high and were secretly hated by others.

And Ming Anyu. Perhaps she had already planned a way out for herself a few years ago.

Ming's father laughed at himself when he thought of this. He wanted to marry Lu Mingfeng and then use their Ming family. Lu Mingfeng's three generations of poor peasants had nothing to do with anyone, and he had not and would not be affected by anyone.

The steamed bread was dry and hard, and there was no hot water. If those people came across them trying to boil water, they would definitely criticize them severely.

In their words, these capitalist-roaders and reactionaries were not worthy of drinking hot water. In the middle of winter, they could only rely on their own strength to withstand the severe cold. Ming's father had helped many people in distress before, but he never expected that he would be the one to suffer in this catastrophe.

Maybe his previous actions were not good, and he was targeted by someone, or maybe a poisonous snake lurking in the dark bit their family.

But everything is like a passing cloud, let the past be the past, what they face now is to live a good life. Thinking of his two sons, the old father burst into tears.

Suddenly, the wind blew gently against the wooden door, causing it to creak precariously.

Suddenly, in the dim moonlight, a small figure darted over like a ghost. She held a weak little lamp, illuminating the two of them, and they both saw the small figure.

It was an exceptionally delicate and beautiful face, very cute, dressed in a little black dress, and seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

When Ming's mother saw this little figure, her eyes sparkled with unusual excitement.

But she held back because she knew that if she spoke loudly, it would cause trouble for the child.

She saw this child today and found out that he was from Mr. Fu's family.

I just don’t know when Fu Zijin got a wife. Everyone in the compound says that Fu Zijin likes Ming Anyu from their family.

When their thoughts returned, the two of them had no time to react.

Little Dumpling, she had already arrived in front of them, calling out "Grandpa Ming, Grandma Ming." He pulled out soft bread, milk, and eggs from his arms. The leaky door had been completely sealed, leaving no gap.

Fortunately, they were the only resident there, as the others had moved to the other side, far away from them.

"Don't talk, just eat quickly." Xixi looked at these two people who had suffered a lot and made outstanding contributions to the New China.

It has also helped too many people.

Moreover, before that, Ming's father used all his strength to help Fu Zijin find out who harmed him.

After Fu Zijin's death, Ming's father secretly investigated, but ultimately failed to find out who had murdered Fu Zijin.

The soft bread was so sweet and still warm that they couldn't imagine that the little girl came here alone.

"You came here alone? Go away, kid! Go away!" Ming's parents were extremely worried. They didn't even eat the bread, milk, or eggs. They just held Xixi's hand, but unexpectedly, Xixi shook her head.

"They can't see me, and they can't catch me. Don't worry. Also, when your house was searched, someone took your letters and framed you. I've already put away everything in your house, including all your belongings, in a very safe place. No one will find them."

Xixi told them, "Hurry up and eat."

She was mainly worried about Ming's mother. She had defied fate and was afraid that the heavens would continue to oppose her and take Ming's mother away.

The bread tasted softer than ever before when Ming's mother bit it, but she broke it off and gave it to Xixi so that she could eat it too.

"I have eaten. I am full."

The couple ate elegantly, but still asked Xixi quietly, "Are you from the Fu family?"

"Yes, Fu Zijin is my father."

"But Dad is out on a mission now."

The little girl said to them.

"On a mission?" Ming's father's heart skipped a beat.