"Me? I won't. How to put it, you will know it after you get married. It is a sense of responsibility.
Knowing that you are already a wife and a mother, you will not pay attention to other men. "
Zeng Hongling glanced at the beaten younger brother, feeling really pitiful.
"Yuanyuan, is your husband with the children at home?"
"They left me, and I can't find them."
"what happened?"
"There was an accident and was blown away by a tornado at sea."
Now Zeng Hongling stopped talking. This is also a poor man. What else is there to survive after being blown away by a tornado?
Su Yuanyuan still had the same expression. This made Zeng Hongling inexplicably distressed.
"Yuanyuan, in fact, my idea is to live alone. In fact, isn't that better?"
"I don't know, but I think you will have a lot of lonely days."
Wasn't it like that in my previous life? After that, I really feel that life is too sad. So although she can't think of them now, and has no thoughts about that man, she wants those three children. I want to have concerns in the future.
"Yuanyuan, you are still young, and you still have a lot of life ahead."
"I know."
Now Zeng Hongling didn't know what to say. I feel like I'm exposing someone's scars.
Zeng Yixin and Wei Guangxiang also knew about it.
In fact, Su Yuanyuan said this because she knew that the two men had thoughts about her, and it would be good to take this opportunity to say it, so as to save any misunderstanding in the future.
Wei Guangxiang laughed suddenly, he understood what Su Yuanyuan was thinking. Is this what you are telling yourself? But how did she know what she was thinking?
But what's the point? Isn't her husband gone now?
"Yuanyuan, I will continue to tell you about my ancestors." Zeng Hongling decided to change the subject.
"Okay, I read the inscription and think the two are still in love."
"But I just think that because my female ancestors may know about longevity, so my male ancestors have to endure everything for this."
"Zeng Hongling, do you know when the tomb was built? It can't be done in ten or eight years."
"There is no record, but I seem to have heard my great-grandfather say that from the second year after they got married, the male ancestors began to ignore family affairs.
That should have started at that time. "
"Then your female ancestor really knew something."
Zeng Hongling nodded, "Yes, otherwise there wouldn't be many generations looking for it after so many years."
"Don't you know the location?"
"When it came to my great-grandfather's generation, I didn't know about it. You also saw the characters on the Yonglu Road, and they were all curses. I thought, maybe the ancestors in the past didn't have the guts."
"There is such a possibility."
"Actually, it is also recorded in that book that my female ancestor killed all the former children of my male ancestor. What do you mean by that?"
This Su Yuanyuan is really not qualified to say anything. How to say? This is also a kind of protection for ancient women to their children.
"Yuanyuan, when I entered this industry, I thought that I would never get married in the future. As you know, although we seldom go to other ancient tombs. But as long as there is news of longevity, we will definitely go. There are people in this industry. Those who violate the harmony of heaven and those who do not get benefits."
"Actually, it's because you're thinking too much, it's better if you just calm down."
Su Yuanyuan continued to read the rubbings just now.
"Zeng Hongling, your female ancestor is quite capable. She really started preparing from the second year of marriage."
In fact, our Zeng family also began to decline from that generation, and it didn't get better until my great grandfather.
Su Yuanyuan didn't know what to say, it was because she had squandered the entire Zeng family's financial resources.
"After my death, the ashes were thrown into the sea directly." Su Yuanyuan said this suddenly.
Zeng Hongling also smiled, "I think so too."
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