Chapter 2080
Chapter 2080 Diary
Ye Jian kept telling her secrets in a very calm tone, without sorrow, without pain. She spoke easily.
“Grandpa, I’m sorry, I let you down. I can’t let go of everything. All I can do is forget those things, those people. But you can rest assured that I will not do extreme things. I will get along with them in harmony. I’ll bury all the things they did to me in my previous life in my heart and gradually forget Ye Zhifan’s family’s consequences.”
“I think I will let it go, but it will take some time.”
The villagers of Shuikou Village in her previous life all stood by Ye Ying and scolded her for seducing the teacher who came from the city. Later, Sun Dongqing blatantly publicized shameful things Ye Jian had done outside whenever she returned to the village. When Ye Ying returned from studying in France, the villagers compared her with Ye Ying, and their dislike of her reached its peak.
Even if Ye Jian was to live again,…she still couldn’t let go of those inexplicable follow-up troubles.
Therefore, every time she came back, she smiled and declined the villagers’ invitation to visit their homes, and she would never stay to eat. She couldn’t be calm without letting go.
This was Ye Jian’s deepest secret. It was very difficult for her even if she had to face an empty chair. She revealed all the things she had hid in her heart and buried in her blood, picking out the words from the depths of her soul. Every word was wrapped in a layer of blood.
Fortunately, she was able to face it calmly; although every word was like a cry of blood, her expression was particularly relaxed.
A dog’s bark faintly awakened Ye Jian, who was busy talking. She blinked her eyes slightly, and the old man with a kind smile, who seemed to be sitting in a big chair listening to her talk, disappeared. Ye Jian blinked again, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, facing the empty chair.
She knew what she said, and she also knew that she was just talking to herself all the time. She just wanted to say the secret that was hidden in her bones and blood,… and she felt more comfortable now.
That was it; other people didn’t need to know this secret. It was enough that she herself knew it.
Ye Jian, who took a deep breath, stood up. In the light, her brows looked like a clear lotus in the first clear after rain, but she was strong after facing the wind and rain.
The fire in the kitchen had started. Ye Jian, who had added more dry wood, put the steel bottle cage with water properly. She wiped her hands clean and opened her waterproof leather bag.
Her expression was solemn. When she took out the items in her leather bag, she felt her fingertips trembling a little.
This was what she just took out of the mezzanine in the closet; it was her mother’s relic.
It was two diaries. She opened her first diary while keeping warm.
The diary recorded the daily life of a soldier and also recorded the female soldier’s love.
“I don’t receive any news from the one I love anymore, as if he has disappeared. I have no news from him again. He disappeared, but I was pregnant. This remaining blood of his is the only reminder that being in love with him was not a dream.”
“I went back to the village again and married an honest young man in a neighboring village. He is also a poor man, a poor man who can’t have his own child for a lifetime. He said I am also a poor fella.”
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Ye Jian turned the pages slowly and read carefully, line by line, letting herself walk into her mother’s life, knowing how strong her mother was.
But she also felt distressed for her mother. Unmarried and having a child was undoubtedly shocking in that era. Fortunately, her mother met her father, had a home, and then gave birth to her.