After reading this letter, Su Hanyan's eyes were a little sore, she sniffed, feeling a little moved and wanted to cry.

"What's the matter?" Jin Chen saw that her mood was not right, and he was a little puzzled about what was written in the letter. "Can I take a look?"

"Yeah." Su Hanyan handed him the envelope. "Second aunt and Lianlian really moved me. They still remember me."

The letter is not long, Jin Shen finished reading it soon.

He folded the letters neatly and gave them back to Su Hanyan: "They remember you because you are very good to them. People are like this, they compare their hearts to their hearts!"

"Then if Lianlian gets married, we two should visit her together, okay?" she asked.

"Of course it's good." Jin Chen agreed. "This quilt is made a lot. There are still some places in the cabinet. Let's put it away."

Su Hanyan went to collect those quilts. She touched the quilts, and she could imagine how Er Aunt and Lianlian stayed up all night and lit the lamps to sew for her. This quilt looks very thick, fluffy and soft. It must be used inside New cotton.

Seeing that winter is here, the weather in the mountain village is so cold that it makes people crazy. If this cotton is made of new cotton clothes and new cotton pants, the family will be very warm.

But the second aunt didn't do that, instead she used it all.

Su Hanyan's heart was filled with a full of emotions: so good! It feels so good to be missed by loved ones!

...

Su Chanjuan didn't know how she got home. The moment she opened the door, there was no one in the house empty.

Li Baojun went to work, and the old woman was not at home. She was sitting on the bedside alone with a dimly lit table lamp. At this moment, she couldn't tell how she felt at all, her chest seemed to be pressed by something, it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe. The heart was hollow, but it was severely stranded like twisting a towel, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

She couldn't believe that Su Xiuhe, whom she had always trusted, had hooked up with her husband who had been loving her for many years, and what she was hiding from her was strictly true.

The feeling of being betrayed was too uncomfortable. She wanted to cry, her nose was sour, her eyes were hot, but she couldn't cry.

She felt that she was really uncomfortable. She had to cry to relieve her psychological pain, but she just couldn't cry. She pinched herself, twisted herself, or even slapped herself severely, and couldn't make herself cry.

Su Chanjuan forced herself to cry. She howled, thinking about her miserable life in the future, but in the end she still didn't cry.

There is only a drop of tear hanging in the corner of the eye, and it will not fall.

"Forget it, don't cry!" She said to herself, "My old lady hasn't finished the matter, why are you crying? Can't cry! I am a strong person, and tears never belong to me!

So, she didn't wash her face, brush her teeth, or even take off her clothes. As if she had been exhausted, she just lay on the bed straight and closed her eyes.

Su Chanjuan wanted to sleep, but his brain was out of control and couldn't sleep at all.

She was so sober and terrible, she opened her eyes in the dark and looked at the bleak moonlight outside the window, like her own life!

I don't know how long it took before the door rang.

The voice of the old woman talking to Li Baojun came from the living room. She closed her eyes again, but her ears were upright, trying to listen to the conversation coming from outside.

"Mom, are you happy tonight?" This was Li Baojun's voice.