I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 182 Getting Closer to the Truth
"It is my fault……"

Jiang Xiu'e felt sad. Jiang Anning put the things on the table in the main room, freed her hands, shook people's arms, and whispered coquettishly: "What's wrong with the old ancestor? The old ancestor is the best!"

The little girl's voice was sweet and soft, and it gradually penetrated into Jiang Xiu'e's ears, making her dizzy and groaning, forcing her to let go.

"I'm an old man, I can't stand your shaking like that."

"I can't compare to you young people, who are in good health and can withstand the hardships."

Jiang Xiu'e really had no idea what to do with Jiang An Ning, who was like a sticky candy.

She even had some doubts in her heart. Could it be that the Jiang Anning that she had met with the villagers before was the same as the cute and lovely girl in front of her?

Why is there such a huge contrast in personality?

Then she felt even more distressed.

Such a soft little girl looked silly and naive. No wonder she was deceived by people like the Zhao family and almost ended up in a fire kiln, from which there was no recovery.

In Jiang Xiu'e's opinion, Jiang Anning is just a silly girl.

She just said that it was she who sent people to Anjifang. It was just a verbal statement and there was no real evidence at all.

If this is the case, then what the Zhao family said before was indeed a lie.

But what is the difference between what she says and does and what the Zhao family says and does now?

But it's all empty talk.

Of course, that year it was indeed her who couldn't bear it and felt pity for Jiang An Ning, so she sent her to Anjifang.

But such a thing happened so long ago that Jiang Anning could just deny it.

But this girl is honest.

The Zhao family said that it was the Zhao family who sent her to Anjifang and saved her.

She believed that the Zhao family was her savior.

Be kind to that heartless family with all your heart.

Almost draining myself dry.

Now, if it were her turn, she would say that she was the real savior of this girl back then.

The girl believed it without any doubt.

He began to treat her with all the heartfelt kindness he had shown to the Zhao family.

Jiang Xiu'e sometimes really wondered if this girl was a fool.
How can you be so stupid and naive to think everyone is a good person?

Isn’t this girl afraid that she is just the next blood-sucking Zhao family?
"Fool!"

Looking at Jiang Anning's innocent smile, Jiang Xiu'e couldn't help but sigh: "You are such a fool."

"How am I stupid?" Jiang An Ning looked unconvinced.

This made Jiang Xiu'e feel pity for her even more, and she coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay, it was the old man who said the wrong thing. Our little girl An Ning is very smart."

Jiang Anning was finally satisfied. She leaned softly in the man's arms and called him "Ancestor".

Jiang Xiu'e called her "my dearest daughter" and she really looked like a loving grandma and granddaughter.

The grandfather and grandson talked in a friendly manner for a long time.

Jiang Xiu'e did not mention any secrets about the village, but just chatted with others about family matters in a casual manner.

Jiang Anning listened carefully without any impatience.

He didn't even ask anything else.

Both sides were quietly testing each other's intentions.

"It's getting late, it's time to get ready."

Jiang Xiu'e felt a little dry-mouthed from talking, and seeing that it was getting late, she got up and went to the kitchen.

She didn't let Jiang Anning do the job of killing the duck.

Jiang Anning was peeling garlic obediently beside them.

Jiang Xiu'e cut the cleaned duck into two halves with a knife and fried it in a pan until both sides were golden brown.

Heat the pan and oil, sprinkle a handful of green onion, ginger, garlic, peppercorns and star anise into the pan and stir-fry until fragrant.

Then add the fried duck.

"This sour plum sauce was taught to me by your mother when she was still alive."

Jiang Xiu'e said casually, "I haven't made this sour plum sauce for a long time since your mother passed away."

"It was only last year that I made two more bottles."

"I originally wanted to give it to you, thinking you might like it."

She sighed, "But, I'm worried that you'll miss me when you see these things, and that these two bottles of sour plum sauce will ruin your appetite."

"I was so confused that I didn't have a chance to send the things out for a while."

"Not to mention, you were being closely watched by the Zhao family at that time."

"The Zhang family treats you like a golden cake. They are afraid that someone will get close to you and kidnap you. There is no way to let them suck your blood anymore."

"You won't allow us to get close to you easily."

"So I'm also worried that if I send this thing to you, it might make you feel sad. Not to mention, it might be coveted by Zhang. You won't even be able to see it, which is a waste of my kindness."

Jiang Xiu'e said frankly: "I am such a stingy person. I can't believe that the Zhao family took advantage of me for nothing."

"After that, this thing just stayed in my house and I never gave it away."

"It's all right now."

"Now that you're here, my sour plum sauce has come in handy."

As Jiang Xiu'e spoke, she scooped two full spoonfuls of sour plum sauce into the pot.

"It can be seen that everything has its own fate."

Jiang An Ning was unmoved: "Were the old ancestor and my mother good friends in the past?"

There was some uncertainty in her voice. She blinked a few times, and soon her eyes turned slightly red. She looked pitiful and aggrieved: "I can hardly remember what my mother looks like."

"Old Ancestor, can you tell me about it?"

Jiang Xiu'e was instantly distressed: "Your mother and I..."

She sighed slightly: "It can't be considered a friendship."

"It's just that your mother is kind and good-hearted. Seeing that I'm an old woman with no children and no family, she is all alone and helpless, so she has a little more care for me."

Jiang Xiu'e flipped the duck in the pot a few times and said, "The recipe for this yellow-skinned sour plum duck was also taught to me by your mother."

She turned her head and glanced at Jiang An Ning: "Try it later and see if it's your mother's cooking. See if what I learned is somewhat similar."

Jiang Anning pursed her lips and blinked her innocent eyes: "Grandfather, have you forgotten? I just saw that yellow-skinned fruit tree and didn't recognize it. What is that..."

She looked at him with a little grievance: "It's like this, how could I have eaten yellow-skinned sour plum duck?"

Jiang Xiu'e's face froze.

But soon, she returned to normal and smiled lovingly: "Look at my memory, it's really old and useless."

She laughed twice, as if trying to hide her embarrassment.

Then, nothing more was said.

He just silently picked vegetables beside the pot.

Jiang Anning looked at her, with a faint smile on her lips.

Seeing that no one said anything else, Jiang Anning also calmed down, sat on a small stool, and carefully picked vegetables.

I felt that the surrounding environment was suddenly too quiet.

Jiang Xiu'e's hands, which were picking vegetables, paused slightly.

She couldn't help but raise her head and looked at Jiang Anning who was sitting not far away picking vegetables. She said in surprise: "You are a patient girl."

I can actually sit still like this.

He was silent, concentrating on the task at hand.

And I do it very seriously.

"Did the old man forget?" Jiang An Ning raised her head and said confidently, "I am an embroiderer. When I need to do some large embroidery work, it is common for me to sit for two or three hours."

"It's just a matter of picking a few vegetables. Why would you be so restless?" Jiang Xiu'e saw that the person looked quite proud and complacent, and she thought that this little girl was even more adorable.

"Then I underestimated you."

The two of them chatted like this, talking back and forth, gossiping about random things.

It was as if the embarrassment just now had completely disappeared.

After the pot of stewing duck was boiled, Jiang Xiu'e picked some fresh kumquats, washed them, put them in the pot, and started to boil together.

After cooking over high heat until the sauce thickened, Jiang Xiu'e took out the duck, chopped it into small pieces, and placed it on a plate with the sauce on top.

"I haven't made this dish in many years, and I don't know if it suits your taste."

Jiang Xiu'e was obviously very satisfied with this dish.

It's just inevitable to be a little humble.

"I like everything the old man makes." Jiang Anning said in a half-truthful tone.

This caused Jiang Xiu'e to glare at him: "You're so talkative!"

"You are still so young, and I don't know where you learned this, you are so slick and so frivolous!"

"Old Ancestor, you are wrongly accusing me of this. How could I be so slick? I only speak from the bottom of my heart."

Jiang Xiu'e made two "yo" sounds, obviously not believing it.

"I was hoping to find more opportunities in the future to come to your place for a meal. If you say you don't like it, then I won't have the chance to come to you for a meal again in the future?"

Jiang Anning pursed her lips and showed a little aggrieved expression: "I won't do something like this that is not worth the loss."

"So what I said is of course true!"

"No matter what the old man makes, I just like it."

"This is more real than anything else, it's the real truth!"

Jiang Xiu'e had obviously never heard anything like this before. Even though it was obviously just nice words to cheer her up, she was stunned for a moment.

Her eyes were a little moist, and she couldn't help but think of the lonely days at her side for so many years.

Once upon a time, she had envied others countless times when she saw them living with large families and grandchildren around them.

But these people in the tribe have always been profit-driven.

The only one who treated her sincerely and respected her like a blood elder was probably that girl back then, who was 70% similar to the girl in front of him.

"Awan..."

Jiang Xiu'e murmured something, her eyes resting on Jiang Anning's face, and for a moment she began to miss him.

"what?"

Jiang Anning didn't hear clearly what Jiang Xiu'e just called out.

Jiang Xiu'e came back to her senses and smiled bitterly.

"picture!"

Jiang Anning was even more puzzled.

"You two look too much alike."

Jiang Xiu'e seemed to be feeling emotional.

"us?"

Jiang Anning frowned and asked in confusion: "Me and...who?"

Jiang Xiu'e was silent for a moment.

Just when Jiang Anning thought that Jiang Xiu'e would not continue this topic, she heard someone say, "Your mother looks a lot like you..."

After saying this, he seemed to feel that what he said was not right.

Jiang Xiu'e smiled and said, "Look at my brain, it's really all mixed up."

"I should say that you look a lot like your mother."

"Are they similar?"

Jiang Anning subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face.

"It's very similar!"

Jiang Xiu'e's voice was firm, but also a little more kind, and even the look in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Anning was filled with a bit of deep affection.

Jiang Anning frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his brows, so quickly that it was difficult to catch.

Jiang Xiu'e was looking through her face at another person...her mother.

Is it a remembrance?

But, Jiang Xiu'e and her mother are just from the same village, right?
In the past, when her mother was alive, she seldom went out to visit friends and relatives.

At least, that's how she remembered it.

Whenever there was something that needed to be communicated with the villagers, her father would go out and do it.

Most of the time, the whole family stays in their own little home, shuts the door, and lives their own lives.

Or is it that my mother, my father, and the villagers actually have some kind of interpersonal relationships that she doesn't know about?
and……

Jiang Anning frowned slightly.

The way Jiang Xiu'e looked at her was vaguely similar to the way Jiang Wei looked at her before.

She looks very similar to A Niang.

It is reasonable for Jiang Xiu'e to remember her mother through this face.

That Jiang Wei...

for what?
Could it be that he has also seen A Niang!!!

Yes, it must be!
Jiang Wei is from Beijing.

The person who harmed her mother and father was also from the capital!

Those who broke into her house, looted everything, dug up her grave and destroyed her body were also from the capital!
My mother and father went to the capital and never came back!
Beijing!

There must be something hidden, and she needs to dig out and explore the truth.

Only when we arrived in the capital could we find out why our mother and father died.

She is going to the capital!
For the first time, Jiang Anning had such an unprecedented firm belief that he wanted to do something.

The thought of going to the capital even overshadowed the desire to avenge himself.

She must know the truth!

Find the murderer behind the scenes and avenge your mother and father!
Jiang Xiu'e didn't notice anything unusual about the person and was still counting the similarities between Sang Jingwan and Jiang Anning.

"Actually, if we talk about resemblance, you're most like your father."

"As the old saying goes, a daughter resembles her father, and a son resembles his mother."

“That’s actually true.”

"But the amazing thing is that you look a lot like your father, at least 60% similar, especially your eyes, they are just like cast from the same mold."

"If I cover your nose and chin and say that you and your father are the same person, I'm afraid many people would believe it."

Jiang Xiu'e sighed with infinite emotion: They look alike, so alike.

The similarities between this father and daughter make people feel as if these two people were carved from the same mold by the goddess Nuwa.

"But if you look closely at you and your mother, you will find that you are more similar to your mother."

"At least they are 70% similar..."

Jiang Xiu'e looked at Jiang Anning's face and sighed with emotion: "Even now when I look at you, I still feel a little dazed."

"It's as if your mother is still alive and well, standing in front of me."

"Every frown and smile is still so vivid and lively."

Jiang Xiu'e smiled sadly: "Sometimes I can't even tell what is true and what is false."

"But this strange feeling only appears now, when I look at you alone."

"I've actually seen you many times in the past."

"But there has never been a time like now that I feel so directly that your mother seems to be still alive."