The General’s Little Peasant Wife

In the morning, his hands wrapped around his chest and he looked at the snow.

Your eyes are so weak, you still say you didn't do anything?

He stretched his hand over the chair on the side and sat on it, watching the snow wash across the street, his face faint.

“I'm not here today to clean up your mess.” I spoke directly in the morning, but the words were a little thin.

“What do you mean, brother?” Looking up at the morning in the snow, I really didn't understand what he meant.

“What do you mean? Have you had enough of this? What do you want with Xiao Qifeng? How come you don't want to sell us thoroughly enough?” Seeing snowflakes coldly in the morning, watching her ask.

There was a clear panic in Snowflake's eyes, and she could say anything without facing them in the morning.

But now they're right in front of him, and he's very smart, and she doesn't think she can get into his eyes with those tools.

“Brother, I... I'm not. ”

“No? Not what? Didn't you bring Xiao Qifeng to our yard? Didn't you sell us? For what? To get what you don't have?” The morning cold looks at the snow and the expression is cold.

Snowflake bit her lips tightly and was very saddened by such accusations in the morning. She looked up at the morning and had a clear anger in her eyes.

“I know your relationship with Ning Mengyao is very good, but I am your own sister, why don't you help that woman? Now that I'm like this, I've forgotten so many things. Why are you doing this to me?” Snow showers can't help but get angry when they look at them with this blaming look.

She obviously deserves a lot of things, but because of what they don't have, they deprive themselves of their memories. Why?

“I have something for Tombo Sai too. I just want my stuff back. What's wrong with that?” The snow looked at the two of them in the morning and said naturally.

Mu and Stu Xuan stood there and watched silently, without interrupting her.

“Are we done?” When the snow had enough to vent, it was really not said before the morning cold mouth opened.

The snow flashed and I was a little scared by the look of the morning.

“I... I...”

“Though you forgot about those things, I remember, without her, you're nothing now, without her, we'd have lost our lives, and we could have a life as luxurious as you are now? But what about you? How did you repay her? I don't expect you to be like me, but at least don't betray me.” The demand for snow in the morning was really very low. Before erasing her memory, she had talked to Snow in the morning, but it didn't work so well.

“I don't believe it. Everything today is mine. Why should I thank her?” Yes, they must be lying to make themselves feel guilty and unhappy.

Stuart looked so snowy, he couldn't help shaking his head.

“When you were thirteen, you were born with smallpox. At that time, you almost died of illness. She was only eleven years old. She went to find Grandpa Negro and knelt in the snow for a whole day before obtaining the consent of Grandpa Negro, so she saved your life. She, who lay in bed for ten days before getting better, still fell ill. If she wasn't later raised by Grandpa Negro, she might lose her eligibility to be a mother.” Stuart looked at what would have happened in the snow.

God knows what they looked like when they looked at the white-haired Ning Mengyao and took Grandpa Black home.

After learning that Grandpa Black had been treated for snow showers, she fainted. The fever lasted three days before gradually regressing. Since then, her body has also broken down and she will feel a tingling pain in the winter.

All those years, as long as it was winter, she was basically in the house, and that's the only way to make herself less painful, but what she used to give, is this what she gets now?