Jiang Wei got married, and her parents' orders and matchmakers' words in her early years.

That marriage cannot be said to be love or not, or whether there is any relationship.

She and his husband are just one of many family marriages. They get married, go to bed countless times, and then have children.

Perhaps there was a relationship in that ordinary relationship, but this meager relationship was not enough to support the two of them through this long time.

Even with children, this marriage cannot last.

In the end, she divorced his husband peacefully, ending the unloved marriage.

They gave each other a liberation and let each other go of life.

Is marriage just the grave of love? If you ask Jiang Wei this way, she can tell you clearly and firmly, no, marriage is not just the grave of love, it is also the grave of life.

Some people get married like they are dead.

Marriage brings her not love, not light, but endless darkness.

It is the darkness that cannot be seen at a glance, just like you stand in the abyss. You know that there is someone around you, but you know clearly that that person can't save you.

He died at the age of twenty-five and was buried at the age of eighty.

This is the current situation of many young people, and also the current situation of Jiang Wei.

She put the tray in her hand on the coffee table, and Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Muwan's back, and asked calmly: "Do you believe in love?"

Girls with cracks in their parents' marriage rarely believe in love.

It is also very difficult for a woman whose father cheats on men.

This is a nightmare, a nightmare that will accompany them throughout their lives.

Jiang Muwan and Jiang Wei are actually a kind of person, and the difference between them is just a matter of age.

Jiang Muwan was lucky that someone pulled her out of the sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Wei is more miserable, she can't escape, she can only suffer.

So Jiang Muwan could fight back without any worries, but Jiang Wei couldn't make a decision for a long time.

That's because something deep in her heart has long been deeply rooted.

The seeds take root and sprout in your mind and then pull them out, and they will bleed.

And Jiang Wei experienced this pain yesterday.

Jiang Wei's question made Jiang Muwan think deeply. Does she believe in love?

This simple question made two figures flash quickly in her mind, one was He Ximeng and the other was Gu Jiangnian.

Other previous boyfriends do not have the qualifications to appear.

love?

Has she ever loved He Ximeng?

Jiang Muwan thought quietly for a long time, singing a mountain song in his mind whether he loves or not.

But in the end, she concluded that she didn't love.

What she loves is only the care that He Ximeng gives her, not the person she loves.

Once He Ximeng could not protect her, she turned around and left without any nostalgia.

She looks like a scumbag and never talks about love with others.

I want, if you can give it to me, I will be with you.

If you can't afford it, then you will break up.

This is also true for her marriage with Gu Jiangnian.

Rather than saying that she and Gu Jiangnian are husband and wife, they are more like saying that they are traders, holding their own cards to trade with each other.

If one day Gu Jiangnian can't give her what she wants, will she turn around and leave like she treats He Ximeng?

She thought, who knows?

"What the hell is that?" Jiang Muwan still looked at the photo in front of him and sneered coldly.

The disdainful voice was so cold.

The coldness made Jiang Wei's vision deeper. Some people are so pitiful. They seem to have seen through the world at a young age and have no desires and no desires when it comes to marriage and love.

Is this open-minded?

No, this is pitiful.

What girls in their early twenties should have the most is infinite pampering and care, not like them.

"Sometimes I feel that we are in the same way, and sometimes I feel that we are not the same kind of people," Jiang Wei reached out and poured two cups of black tea. The exquisite French tea set was placed in front of her, and the faint tea fragrance spread to her nose.

"We clearly had the same experience when we were young. We were born in the same family and should be the same kind of person. But you are braver than me and dared to act and take responsibility. If I had half of you back then, it would not be the virtue I am now."

Jiang Wei wanted to fight back countless times, but she failed once.

It is undoubtedly defeated by one's own cowardice.

If she was stronger and braver, how could she be trapped by the old man in China and make wedding dresses for Jiang Lin?

"It's not too late now," Jiang Muwan turned slightly, and when he took his eyes back from the family photo, he caught a yellowed book on the bookshelf.

The title of the book drew Jiang Muwan's attention, and the simple and crude three-word "Revenge"

If a book wants to turn yellow, it will either be stored for years or someone will be flipped over time.

And this book is obviously the latter.

Why is it concluded like this?

Because this publishing house has only emerged in recent years.

She held the corners of her lips slightly, her eyes slowly retracted, landed on Jiang Wei, and took a step slowly towards her.

“The best time to do something is 10 years ago, followed by now.”

"Everyone understands the truth, but not everyone can do it." She has heard so many truths but still can't live a good life. How could she expect that after listening to Jiang Muwan's few words, she could dig out all the deep-rooted thoughts in her bones with bare hands?

This sentence is undoubtedly heard by Jiang Muwan.

Because I dare not do it.

After all, I still don’t have the courage.

"Why don't you keep your daughter by your side?" Jiang Muwan changed the topic very quickly. He reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him and sucked it slowly. Without waiting for Jiang Wei to answer, he said again: "Are you afraid that you will become a person like an old lady or that your daughter will become a person like you?"

Jiang Muwan said this sentence very slowly, as if every word is a sharp blade, and it must be accurately pierced into Jiang Wei's heart.

Her blood was sucked and she stopped.

Jiang Muwan's words did have the effect she wanted. Jiang Wei was afraid of this, otherwise, how could she give her daughter to her ex-husband?

Because I knew how I looked like in my life, I didn’t want my daughter to repeat the same mistakes, so I gave up her custody.

Seeing her face dark.

Jiang Muwan vaguely guessed what he was thinking, picked up the teacup and sipped the black tea, and then said, "Auntie, can your daughter understand your difficulties?"

"You try to avoid her becoming a person like you in the future, but the destruction of your marriage has left a shadow on her?"

In this world, there are very few things to do.

Not everyone can understand your difficulties. If you think it is good, it may not be true for others.

Jiang Wei thought that giving up custody was to give her children a chance, but she never thought that it also left a psychological shadow on people.

Maybe her daughter would hate her for the rest of her life because of this.

The tea cup that Jiang Wei held in her hand trembled slightly. The slight tremor failed to escape Jiang Muwan's eyes. She stretched out her hand and dropped the cup. Her slender fingertips fell on the cup and made a thud, making a little more noise in the quiet study.

This sound was nothing to Jiang Muwan.

But to Jiang Wei, it sounds like a death talisman.

It messed up her calm mood.

Seeing that she was nervous, Jiang Muwan continued to work hard.

Knowing where her pain was, she spoke again:

"Didn't my aunt think that your daughter might hate you for the rest of her life? She might become like us in the future and do not believe in true love in this world."

"Enough!"

Jiang Muwan's words were interrupted by Jiang Wei's loud voice. What she had never seen was the gleam of victory in Jiang Muwan's eyes.

Jiang Muwan slowly raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Jiang Wei, his head tilted slightly, and looked at her with a gentle smile.

"You have already got what you want, right?" Jiang Wei knew that Jiang Muwan would not come to reminisce about her this time, and it would not be that she was in a happy mood and had afternoon tea with her.

Jiang Muwan's ambition is not inferior to that of the old man back then. Jiang Wei also knows that she is definitely not as simple as taking back what she belongs to her.

This man has a rebellious heart and a rebellious heart.
To be continued...