Tao Zi remained silent. She had never been one to inquire, let alone his story.

However, he kept to himself and said, "My family is fairly well-known in City S. It has a scholarly family for several generations and owns a small or large industry. It is considered a relatively elegant family in the business world. My mother is extremely beautiful.

A woman who is gentle, virtuous, dignified and generous, and has a deep relationship with my father. In my limited memory, they have never even quarreled. Firstly, it is because my father dotes on my mother, and secondly, my mother is a Buddhist and has a calm nature.

She is tolerant and always speaks gently and gently. Even to me, she never speaks loudly. Even if I make a mistake, she always scolds me in a soft voice. But I am extremely afraid of her scolding her more than she is right.

Fear of father’s stick.”

Talking about his mother, Luo Dongqin's face showed a gentle glow, "However, when I was eight years old, my mother fell seriously ill. Even though my father searched for famous doctors, he could not save her. We watched her helplessly.

He left us. My mother was a strong person. Even during the painful torture of being ill for a year, she always smiled at us and read Buddhist scriptures to us. Later, when we couldn't read, she asked us to read to her.

I still didn't know many words, and I didn't understand the meaning of those Buddhist scriptures at all. I only knew that my mother would smile when listening to the Buddhist scriptures, and I naturally became close to the Buddhist scriptures.

After all, my mother left us. The string of beads on my hand was the last thing my mother left to me. She once wore it and counted it every day while chanting on the sick bed. She said that from now on, when she sees it, she will be like

Just like seeing her, she will protect us in heaven."

His eyes passed over Tao Zi's wrist, and he smiled slightly and said, "So, this string of beads is my treasure, and its value in my heart surpasses the most expensive jewelry in the world. However, one day it will break. At some point

On a sunny April day, when I passed by someone, its rope broke and the bodhi seeds fell, no more, no less, exactly nine..."

Tao Zi's heart moved, and he vaguely felt something strange. On his left wrist, the place where he wore the Buddhist beads felt a little unnatural...

"The nine Buddhist beads were picked up by a woman who exuded a book-like aura and were put on her wrist..." He paused and smiled, "I thought this was my mother's guidance and a God-given fate.

In particular, this woman saved my life... At first, I only knew her name was Tao Zi. I thought she was a peach from a peach blossom, a peach from a peach, because her skin and cheeks accurately interpreted what it means to have a peach-like face.

, what does it mean to be as smooth as a peach..."

She was no longer calm, and her first reaction was to take out the beads on her wrist. He stretched out his hand to hold it down, but saw a peaceful light overflowing from his amber eyes, "No need to take it, no need to feel pressure, just listen to me.

.”13acv.

She was stunned, and listened to his soft voice as he continued to talk, "Later, I found out that her name was Nannan, and she was exactly the person I was looking for. My family is in S city, and the reason why I have been to Beijing frequently recently is because

I was asked by a friend to invest in a new project here, and secondly, to find people." His friend is Lu Xiangbei, the president of Tongshi in City S. The two have cooperated in business for several years in City S, and later they

He knew Chen An, and their similar temperament made them feel like they had met each other so late, so they had a close relationship.

Looking for someone? Looking for her? Tao Zi is confused...

"I will go on to finish telling my story." He saw her calm down, let go of her hand and said with a smile, "After my mother passed away, my father, my brother, and of course myself, were very sad. I thought that my father was very sad for my mother.

I will definitely cherish my love for a lifetime and never marry again. However, I was wrong. Within a year of my mother’s death, my family welcomed a new mistress. My brother and I also welcomed the villain in the fairy tale.

——Stepmother. We have been listening to stories since childhood and have long believed that stepmother is a bad person due to our fixed mindset. What’s more, what we thought was the deep love between father and mother as husband and wife turns out to be no more powerful than the impact of one year. For us, this is

It's a blow, and it feels like a kind of blasphemy to the most gentle and beautiful mother in heaven.

Therefore, my brother and I hated our stepmother very much, and also hated our father. In our eyes, he was a villain who broke his oath. We all still deeply remember the oath he made in front of our mother's hospital bed——

He loves her and will always love her, but how can he fall in love with another woman in less than a year? We are not worthy of our mother, and at the same time we are determined to avenge our mother and deal with the woman who took her place! So, I

Entered the rebellious phase early.

At first, I despised my stepmother. Unlike my mother, she was from a well-known family and had an elegant temperament. She could tell that she was a lady in every gesture, and even her most basic appearance was far less beautiful than my mother. I doubted my father's vision, even though

If he wants to marry again, he must at least marry a woman who is not inferior to his mother. Why is he such an inconspicuous woman whose behavior is even vulgar in my eyes? She doesn’t understand how a famous lady should treat others in front of others.

I don’t know what kind of manners a matriarch of a big family should have, and even the most basic dining etiquette is wrong. She is just a vulgar country woman. Even if the clothes and jewelry are piled on her, she looks like they are rented.

…”

When he said this, he himself showed a ridiculous expression, "Actually, my mother taught me since I was a child that all living beings are equal, not to look down upon, not to be arrogant, and not to judge people based on their wealth and appearance. But at that time,

Blinded by prejudice, I thought that with the exception of my mother, any hostess who entered my house would be treated as nothing in my eyes. But unfortunately, my father loved her extremely. Such pampering even made me feel that I was young.

It's very different from my mother's pampering. Although I mature earlier than my peers, I am completely ignorant of love between men and women due to my age. However, I can observe, especially this woman who invaded my home. I am always observing.

I was surprised to find that my serious and harsh father actually had a completely different side in front of this stepmother.

Admittedly, I don’t want to deny the feelings between my father and mother, but I have to face everything in front of me. In the past, when my father and mother were together, he was gentle, polite, and humble. He had unparalleled wealth and could provide

My mother’s most precious treasures in the world, luxury cars, antiques, villas, treasures that my mother has only seen once at auctions. The whole world is envious of my mother for having such a husband who loves her and supports her. I also thought that my father loved my mother to the extreme.

However, when my stepmother appeared, I realized that my father could still be like this...

I have seen my father reaching out to pinch my stepmother's nose in the garden. This has never happened before. My father is always gentle and polite to my mother in public. I have seen my father get angry with my stepmother because of a trivial matter, but my stepmother just wants to

I hugged his neck and acted coquettishly for a while, and he was all smiles. I had never seen my mother act coquettishly with my father like this, and I had never seen my father angry with my mother. At that time, I thought that my mother was too perfect, and my father was too perfect.

I couldn't find any reason to be picky or angry. How could that rough country woman compare? Oh, it wasn't until later that I realized that using the word "respect each other as guests" to describe a couple is not a complimentary word. A real couple

Probably like my father and stepmother...

I didn't understand love at that time, but I hated such a picture. I felt it was dirty and tarnished the majesty and sanctity of my father in my heart. I also saw my stepmother always hugging my father when he went out to the company. My father was very sad.

I waited for him when I came back late, gave him a bowl of soup, and even fed him the soup with my own hands... Those intimate scenes made me feel sick. I thought this was the legendary vixen, and my father was fascinated by the vixen...

…

I started making trouble, tossing her, and deliberately making her angry.

I filled every corner of my house with pictures of my mother. I would get very angry if anyone took one. My father beat me for it. I stood up straight with a steely look on my face and asked him, "What do you think my mother is?"

Is it wrong? I am not you, ruthless and unjust. My father was furious with me, but there was nothing he could do. Instead, she persuaded us, father and son, to laugh at my arrogant act of commemorating my mother.

She worked very hard to be a good wife and mother, and I think she succeeded in being a good wife. My father was completely taken care of by her. She worked very hard and studied everything very diligently, including how to be a wealthy wife.

, from etiquette, speech and behavior to how to help my father manage the company and become his assistant, I have put in a lot of effort. At first, I was still laughed at. The whole thing was like a nouveau riche, including giving us gifts. For luxury goods

When I was in a state of half-knowledge, he gave me a watch. It was a limited edition. It was very expensive and had my name engraved on it in a very tacky way. It was the one you picked up last time. My dad was always happy to see it.

I accepted it, and even though the tie I gave him didn't match his shirt at all, he put it on stupidly. I didn't give her face. After accepting it, I gave it to the housekeeper in front of her.

She carefully studied the recipes and stewed the health soup for us to drink. During the growth and adolescence periods, our brothers and my father during the health period drank different soups. She studied every day and cooked it for us the first time.

At the dinner table, I gave it to the cat again in front of the whole family, and I got another beating for it. Later, my brother said I was stupid, so I just used her as the nanny at home. Why should I get beaten for this?

?After hearing this, I had an epiphany and started to show her the money of a young master, the cleanliness of the room, the inner storage of underwear. In short, I did not allow the nanny to have a hand in all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation. I only said that my mother was in charge of it in the past. I asked my father to give her back to her.

After she heard this, she was afraid that my father would beat me, so she quickly settled the matter and started to take care of everything for me. But I must have deliberately found trouble. I frowned to show dissatisfaction with everything she did, and asked her to make the meals over and over again.

She had to wash her clothes over and over again, and wipe the floor in her room again and again. Several times, I saw her so aggrieved that she wanted to cry, but she still pretended to smile in front of me, and she never told my father...

..."She is a good mother.

Listening to this story, Tao Zi was gradually attracted, and couldn't help but think of the child named Mo Wang, whose cold eyes made her feel scared... But what was Luo Dongqin's purpose in telling her this story? He wanted to tell her.

Is it difficult to be a stepmother? But is it necessary to say it so clearly? To describe it so delicately? Including the feelings between his father and stepmother?

I didn't have time to interrupt, so I heard him continue.

"As time goes by, my brother gradually loses interest in such games. Maybe he has grown up and understood it. He no longer makes things difficult for her, and he has accepted her. I am the only one left on this front.

, however, no matter what I did, she always persisted and still tried her best to take care of the daily life of my father and our two brothers. And her efforts were not in vain. A few years later, her intelligence and diligence made her have

After a qualitative transformation, she looked like a noble lady in terms of temperament and behavior. She even entered her father's company, became more and more familiar with the company's business, and became more and more experienced and decisive in killing.

, began to resemble the image of a strong woman. Those who once laughed at her and despised her did not dare to underestimate her anymore, and did not dare to say anything in front of her. As for the family, she also successfully established her position as the hostess...

I still don't like her, but the rebellious period is over, and I'm tired of playing those games, and gradually calmed down, but I still don't like her, I still reject her, but I locked myself in my own world and started to

Get closer to the Buddha that my mother had been close to, miss my mother in this way, and at the same time gradually calm myself down. There is a room in the house that has always been reserved for my mother. It was the former bedroom of my mother and father, ever since my stepmother entered the house.

From that day on, I banned my father and stepmother from entering. It was my world. However, in the process of studying Buddhism with great concentration, while reading the rows of books one by one, I also read my mother's diary.

I know, it turns out that my mother knows that the respectful relationship between her and her father is not love...

My father was sick when he was young, and someone gave him a superstitious folk remedy, saying that putting him in foster care in the countryside would get rid of the root of the disease. So he asked the housekeeper to take his father back to his hometown in the countryside, where he stayed until he graduated from middle school before letting him come back.

While studying in college, my father had a childhood sweetheart. Later, the reason why he married my mother was due to the pressure and interests of the family. However, my mother saw clearly and never complained about her father. She was satisfied and full of life all her life.

I am grateful, because my father has indeed achieved the ultimate goal of a man, using all his abilities to love her and protect her. Compared with other families where the masters and young masters are singing and dancing, my father has been clean for most of his life and has not had any scandals. This is

Out of a man's responsibility. Who hasn't been attracted to the opposite sex in their youth? Some are secret loves, and some develop into hazy emotions that are more friendship than love, but many of them are in the life.

They went their separate ways at the fork in the road, and the hazy first love finally became a memory. The husband, like a father, was considered to be invulnerable.

The complaints against my father gradually dissipated under the impact of my mother's diary and Buddhist books, and I finally understood the reason why my father got married a year after my mother left. Today's stepmother is his little lover, and they

They reunited half a year after their mother's death, and then their passion rekindled...

At that time, I already understood that my father had the right to regain happiness, because my mother also wrote this in her diary. She hoped that after her death, a woman who understood her father better than she would take care of him, take care of his children, and give him

Happiness for the rest of my life, giving my children a warm home, but I am still confused and unwilling, as if I have hated myself for so many years, and the hatred is ridiculous. I often get lost in thinking, especially when I stare at my stepmother’s back.

…

Until the anniversary of my mother's death that year.

Every year on my mother’s death anniversary, I would go with my father and brother to pay homage, and she would always prepare the sacrifices. That year, my father took my brother on a business trip and couldn’t make it back because of the weather. She also persuaded me not to go again.

, because the weather forecast said there was a typhoon, I was very stubborn and left without paying attention to her. In fact, it started to rain heavily on the way to the cemetery. Either because I was obsessed with my mother or because I was deliberately angry with her, I

I couldn't tell clearly, but regardless of the ground, I still went up the mountain despite the wind and rain.

When my father chose the cemetery, he paid great attention to Feng Shui and chose a so-called treasure spot. However, the terrain was relatively dangerous and it was right on the edge of a cliff. Unfortunately, that section collapsed, and I accidentally stepped on the loose soil.

, and fell down. The cliff was not high, but I was still injured after the fall, and I couldn't walk back. Seeing the wind and rain raging, a woman's voice came and called my name loudly. I don't know why, at that moment I suddenly

I really wanted to cry. She stood cautiously on the edge of the cliff and shouted. I responded to her for the first time, loudly. The moment she saw me, she also cried...
To be continued...