Datang Coroner

Chapter 1787 The events of the year
Mrs. Zhang's attitude is obviously to explain.

Zhang Shangshu stopped drinking: "What else can I say? 17 years! You have lied to me for 17 years!"

His eyes were red, as if he was going to eat people, but also as if he was about to cry in the next moment.

Mrs. Zhang was no longer as tough as before, she cried until her heart broke, and begged repeatedly: "Listen to me——listen to me—"

At this moment, Fu Shiyi felt like he was watching a TV series.

It's still the kind of bloody and long-winded TV series.

No matter how wonderful the plot is, it can't stand such long-winded words.

She was almost dying of anxiety: What are you talking about!Get to the point!What's the matter, I haven't studied Chinese, haven't I made a summary of the key points!
Seeing that the bloody plot is going to continue, Fu Shiyi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Zhang Shangshu, why don't we listen and see what Mrs. Zhang has to say? Maybe there is something hidden?"

Li Changbo and Fu Shiyi had always had a tacit understanding.At this moment, she also nodded and persuaded: "Although Mrs. Zhang was anxious and guilty, she didn't directly admit her mistake. It can be seen that she feels that she is still excusable, so things may not be as you think—"

This analysis succeeded in persuading Zhang Shangshu.

Zhang Shangshu no longer roared "what else can I say", but snorted coldly and said nothing.

But his expression made it all clear: I'll just see what else you have to say!

Mrs. Zhang's expression was joyful for a moment, and then she reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and said eagerly and choked up quickly: "Actually, Yingying is not our daughter."

Fu Shiyi:? ? ?You want to lie to me?You even talked about your childbirth before!And didn't Zhang Yingying speak out under Zhang Shangshu's nose?This reason is lame, dear!

Of course, Zhang Shangshu also thought so.He became furious on the spot: "Isn't it our daughter? I don't think it's my daughter! How dare you say that the child you gave birth to was not yours?!"

Others who are powerless obviously don't believe it either.

Li Changbo was thoughtful.

Mrs. Zhang wanted to say something, but Zhang Shangshu interrupted them again and again.

Fu Shiyi has been unable to make complaints: indeed, art comes from life!
Li Changbo raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and tried to persuade him again: "Shangshu Zhang should listen to Madam Zhang's words. If you figure it out earlier, everything is clear, right?"

Zhang Shangshu squinted coldly and condescendingly: "Then tell me. I want to see how you reverse black and white!"

Mrs. Zhang snotted and burst into tears: "Our child died a long time ago!"

As soon as these words came out, it was simply earth-shattering.

Not to mention that Zhang Shangshu was stunned, even Fu Shiyi and the others almost dropped their jaws.

If Zhang Yingying really died long ago, where did this Zhang Yingying come from?

All eyes were on Mrs. Zhang, waiting for her to clarify.

Mrs. Zhang lowered her head and wiped her tears: "Our daughter was born with only one breath, you know that. After finally arriving at the office, it started to snow. Such a cold day——"

Zhang Shangshu obviously still remembered that scene, the expression on his face softened and became a little complicated.

"Our daughter died that day. Even if I kept her in my arms, it didn't help. She still lost her breath and gradually cooled down."

"At that time, you went to mediate with the local gentry. I didn't know what to do. I ran out to find you with her in my arms, and wanted you to find a way to save our daughter. But..." Mrs. Zhang smiled wryly, her expression was Really bitter.

It was as bitter as eating two catties of coptis.

Everyone's mood also became heavy.

Zhang Shangshu was completely stunned, looking at Mrs. Zhang in disbelief, his lips trembling for a long while, and then he forced a mosquito hum from his mouth: "Then what about her—"

Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears: "I picked it up on the side of the road. I was holding the child, and I didn't know where to find you, so I ran around like headless flies. When I was passing by the bridge, I heard There was a very faint baby cry."

Her tears fell more urgently: "I thought our daughter had recovered, but when I looked down, I saw that her face was blue. It was cold, and there was no breath."

"I knew it wasn't her voice. I ran under the bridge and found Yingying. She is as thin and pitiful as our daughter."

"The point is, she looks a lot like our daughter."

"At that moment, it was like someone was talking in my head. The person said, look, your daughter is back."

"I wrapped Yingying up by mistake, wrapped her in my arms, took off her clothes, sat under the bridge, and nursed her."

"I think, she's so weak, maybe she doesn't even know how to breastfeed. If that's the case, I'll let her go."

Tears fell from Mrs. Zhang's face in big drops.

That emotion was also transmitted to everyone present.

Fu Shiyi even felt that he had already experienced the feeling of suddenly seeing a glimmer of light after reaching a desperate situation.

Any mother would probably have thought that way at the time.

Mrs. Zhang stretched out her hand and hugged it vaguely, as if she was holding the little baby back then. Amidst the tears on her face, she showed a slight smile: "But she seems to smell the smell of milk, so she doesn't cry anymore, and she doesn't cry anymore. There was a fuss, and I tried my best to breastfeed. My stomach is swollen and I won’t stop!"

"The way she breastfeeds is exactly the same as our daughter. The tip of her nose is sweating!"

"I thought at that time, she can eat so much, she must be able to support her." Mrs. Zhang cried out, "I hugged our daughter with one hand and her with the other, and in the end, by a strange coincidence, I put the The two changed their swaddling clothes."

"I think, we have encountered so many things, and you are already very guilty of our mother and daughter. These days, your hair is a few gray. If you know that your daughter is gone, you don't know how sad—"

Mrs. Zhang covered her face and cried bitterly.

No one expected that this would be the case many years ago.

Zhang Shangshu stared blankly at Mrs. Zhang, as if he didn't recognize her anymore.

His tears also gradually fell, and he didn't know how long it took before he asked, "What about our daughter? Did you throw it under the bridge?"

"No." She shook her head: "I was buried under the tree in the Temple of the City God. Do you remember that when we recovered later, I donated money and re-established a golden body for the City God? I think, with the care of the City God, we My child...can also be reincarnated earlier."

"No wonder." Zhang Shangshu murmured: "I said that when you were at home, you never worshiped these things, and you said you didn't believe them. But when you took office, you suddenly became devout. And you don't go to temples or Taoist temples, just go there Town God's Temple—"

What was doubtful at the beginning, now suddenly knows the inside story.

Thinking about being forcibly dragged by Mrs. Zhang to the Town God's Temple and passing by the tall osmanthus tree, he couldn't help it anymore, and raised his sleeves to cover his face and cry bitterly.

(End of this chapter)