FSC [QT] Chapter 4.1

After walking for a while, Jiang Wu suddenly stopped.

Just after she passed Xu Baozhu, scene after scene appeared in Jiang Wu’s mind. She used her not-so-flexible brain to absorb those memories. It was already after Xu Baozhu had gone away half the stick of incense.

In those memories that suddenly appeared, that girl would become a very capable person. Jiang Wu’s current brain capacity could not remember exactly what the other party would do. At this moment, all she could connect together were scattered fragments.

As famous as her achievements is her love. She married a man who wrote many poems for her that have been passed down through the ages, and she was the only woman in his life. Their love has been praised from generation to generation and is the envy of countless women.

Who is that man?

Jiang Wu recalled with difficulty. It seemed that it was Lin Pingchun who her father said would become her husband in the future.

As for the roles she and her father played in this story, they were probably unflattering. Jiang Wu vaguely recalled the words used by others when referring to her and her father in those memory fragments.

Having no self-awareness, asking for repayment by asking for kindness, hypocritically benevolent and righteous, and as stupid as a pig…

In an accident, she fell into the water and died. No one felt sorry for her. She just felt that the obstacle between the woman and the man was gone and their love could finally be fulfilled.

Only her father could not accept the blow of her death and died of depression. In the end, the family property left behind was also taken over by relatives of the fifth generation of the Jiang family.

The father and daughter were buried in only two thin coffins. Due to exposure to wind and rain, the grave quickly grew overgrown with weeds and moss. Within a few years, the tombstone fell down. No one remembered the Jiang family father and daughter anymore.

Jiang Wu would forget many scenes after seeing them, but she could not forget the scene where her father died.

Jiang Wu felt sour and astringent in her heart. She could not wait to go back to see her father.

“Do you know that woman just now?”

Huo Lindong asked when he saw Jiang Wu stop and turn around, forgetting the direction in which Xu Baozhu, who had already lost sight of her figure, was leaving.

“Well—”

Jiang Wu struggled to think through these words and then thought hard, making a confused and gibbering sound.

She did not really pay attention to the large number of fragments that suddenly flashed through her mind just now. Her father was still alive and well, and she did not even know the girl that just passed by. It was obvious that those memories were not true.

Jiang Wu did not know why so many memories suddenly appeared in her mind. She could not understand it either. She just thought that she was really the little fool just like others said, and the memories that just appeared in her mind were just her stupidity.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wu’s thoughts flew far away again. She missed her father. She wanted him to coax her and comfort her. Ah Wu was not a little fool.

By the way, there was also the person in front of her who robbed her of hawthorn slices. She also had a bad temper. She remembered this face.

The little girl thought about the hawthorn slices that had been taken away. She tried her best to look angry and glared at Huo Lindong.

Huo Lindong obviously did not accept Jiang Wu’s anger. In his eyes, the little girl’s face was white and tender, and her eyes were as round as almonds.

This reminded him of the cat that always came to his Aunt’s pork stall to beg for food. When it behaved well, its eyes would be wide open, making people want to pet it.

“Chi——”

Huo Lindong could not help but laugh. He was stupid. He actually asked her such a question: How many things can the other person’s little mind remember? The woman they passed by just now looked unfamiliar. She did not look like someone from Ping Village. Even if the little fool had seen her before, she would not be familiar with her.

“Silly goose.”

There was no one around, so Huo Lindong tapped the tip of her nose. As expected, the delicate skin quickly turned red and cherry pink due to his gentle touch. Like a fresh and juicy peach, it makes people want to take a bite.

 

 

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