Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Summer cicadas are playing music in the trees.

The sunset is about to gather its last drop of orange.

I don’t know whether it was the girl’s beautiful smile that gave her the courage, or the impending night that gave her the courage.

Pan Fang actually swallowed her saliva and nodded vigorously: "I, I am your mother! I, my name is Pan Fang, and I am a local of Huahe! I met your father when I was working outside and gave birth to you. But your father had an affair outside and not only passed the disease to me, but also died outside without a word. I had to treat the disease and take care of the child by myself, I really couldn't afford it, so, so I..."

"So you just abandoned me?" The girl looked at her with interest.

"I...I searched the entire flower box and asked the director's reputation one by one before I chose this orphanage for you. At that time, this place was not called this name."

Pan Fang rubbed the hem of her clothes, trying to look into the girl's eyes and show her sincerity as much as possible.

But every time she met those dark and bright eyes, she always felt her scalp tingling and would subconsciously look away.

He looked at it for a while and then stopped looking. After he nervously finished reciting the lines that he had memorized many times, the yard suddenly fell silent.

The cicadas screamed even harder, filling every flowing breeze.

In this silence, Pan Fang heard the sound of fingers tapping on wood.

It was the girl who was looking at her and tapping the handrail.

Her heartbeat gradually quickened amid the noise.

She also noticed that the children were a little strange.

They pushed each other with their shoulders, looked at each other and laughed, as if some tacit secret was completed in the eye contact. Then those who were fanning themselves continued to fan themselves, and those who were peeling grapes continued to peel grapes.

Not until the crystal clear grapes piled up into a small hill in the porcelain bowl did the girl finally end her thoughtful silence.

"Well, I didn't expect my mother to have such a miserable life."

She shook her head and scanned the woman. "Are you short of money now? If you were, you wouldn't have come to me. After all, compared to your life, I am living a good life in the orphanage."

"As a great and selfless mother, you would never come to me if you didn't have to."

She looked at her and asked, "Right?"

Every word he said was perfect in fulfilling her fantasy.

Ye Kong... Ye Kong is totally different from her appearance! She is so considerate!

Pan Fang, who had been hungry for a day, thought so and nodded desperately, squeezing two tears from the corners of her eyes.

She saw the girl and immediately showed an expression of pity.

"Don't cry, it's just for medical treatment. I started working when I was very young, and I have saved a lot of money over the years. What's important now is not to give you money, but to give you food."

She sat up straight in the rocking chair, propped up her knees and looked directly into the woman's eyes. She said to the woman, "We haven't seen each other for 18 years. We should have a hot meal first, and then drink some wine? It just so happens that I am an adult and can drink!"

She looked happy.

Even the little mole on my left cheek became excited.

It was a perfect match for Pan Fang's imagination of the orphan girl's excitement upon seeing her mother - not that it was a perfect match, but there was something wrong, and Pan Fang couldn't tell what it was.

But the word "wine" made her nod repeatedly, and her stomach, which had been hungry for a day, began to growl.

So the girl waved her hand and said, "Xiao Cao, go get some wine from Grandpa! And ask Auntie to make some home-cooked food! Let me celebrate properly!"

A little girl suddenly appeared and scared Pan Fang.

When I looked closely, I found that the child had been mowing the grass in the yard. Now he threw a small sickle and ran away.

Then a child brought in a rocking chair exactly like Ye Kong's, and then a table.

While waiting for the hot dishes and cool wine to be served, Pan Fang also received the grapes from the girl's bowl.

When the plump, juicy and sweet fruit passed through her mouth and was swallowed, Pan Fang immediately shed a few tears.

No need to squeeze this time.

She cried and ate.

He couldn't help but regard this beautiful child as a daughter he could rely on - even if she was fake, it was real to Ye Kong!

Then isn't she the real mother?

The girl looked at her crying, seemed very distressed, and patted her back soothingly.

The beautiful face so close to her reminded Pan Fang of her own daughter who was living a luxurious life in Yuzhou and scolding her. She became even more sad and cried even harder.

So she naturally didn't notice that the girl was patting her on the back to comfort her not with her hands, but with a fan that she had casually snatched from the child.

The distance between them seemed close, but in fact, the girl's skirt didn't even touch her at all, and her body was still nestled in the chair, not leaning at all.

Just like that, in the courtyard where the sounds of crying and cicadas were mixed, wine and food were finally served.

At the same time, street lights came on, attracting moths from the wilderness.

The girl opened the ring, and after a crisp sound of cool soda, she looked directly at the woman with her beautiful black eyes and said, "Eat it."

"From now on, you don't have to worry about going hungry, freezing, or having no money to treat illness."

"From now on, you have a home."

Pan Fang stared at the girl in front of her in a daze.

She could not find any wavering or doubt in those eyes; instead, they were filled with a firm, steady and tolerant look that was not like that of an eighteen-year-old girl - she seemed not to have seen such an expression in half her life.

The woman held her breath for a long time, raised her hand to grab the can of wine, tilted her head back and gulped it all down.

Then she covered her face with her hands and suddenly burst into tears.

Under the street light behind her, the girl named Xiaocao picked up a small sickle and began to cut the overgrown weeds with great effort.

The blade, which had become blunt from being used for too long, reflected the cold light above its head and quickly cut off a dark spider web with a slight sound of wind.

A spider fell into the grass.