"Qiuqiu." Meng Tangan greeted her happily, "It's been a long time, little baby. Do you miss me? Let me give you a kiss."

Cha Qiu had never seen such a presumptuous girl before. He coughed twice and said, "Girl, let me help you freshen up."

She didn't ask about the matter between Meng Tang'an and Xie Xun, so she knew what was going on.

Dali Temple.

Xie Xun received a letter from the frontier. He put the letter in the file without opening it. He stood up, staggered and almost fell back. Fortunately, Pei Yanzhi helped him in time and just touched his hand.

I frowned.

"Xie Xun?"

…

Lin family.

"Meng Tang'an is back, why didn't she poison her to death?"

Lin Han is going crazy, everyone is living better than her!

Especially when something happened to the Lin family, Lin Zhengyuan is still in jail. They have been trying to make connections but haven't taken him out.

Her mother comforted her: "What can Xie Xun do to protect her? It is a fact that she escaped from marriage. Xie Xun can accept it, but can Liu Zhu do it? Can the Queen Mother do it?"

"There will be a palace banquet in a few days. You and I both know how good the Queen Mother is to Xie Xun. I'm afraid Meng Tang'an will suffer a lot!"

When Lin Han went out, the little maid came over and said, "Miss, I would like to see you from Lian."

"Now that she is the third prince's wife, how dare she come to see me?!" Lin Han said gloomily, "I want to see what she is going to do!"

…

Bamboo Garden.

Xie Xun did not come over today, and Meng Tangan knew that he was very busy without having to guess.

She stared at the chains on her ankles in a daze, suppressed the nausea that came over her, and chatted with Qi Lou all the time.

"You are a pot, do you have a pot father and a pot mother on top?"

"..." Qi Lou said, "I am the spiritual pot from which heaven and earth are born!"

"Oh." Meng Tang lay quietly on the bed, bored, looking at the frosty white moonlight on the ground, and asked curiously, "Then why do you want to maintain health?"

"The meaning of health preservation itself is to live. I am here to save you."

"That's a pity." She said, "Why don't you bind someone else, someone who is positive and optimistic?"

"Do you think I'm a Chinese cabbage? Look, I can bind anyone???"

"I just feel that if you follow me, you will never be able to complete the mission in your lifetime."

"That's not necessarily true." Qi Lou muttered, "I haven't smashed my sign yet..."

"It's time to go to sleep!" When he looked at the time, his hair suddenly exploded and he said fiercely, "It's already midnight! If you don't sleep, you'll be bald!!"

"Why bother? Have you never had insomnia?"

"No." He said proudly, "I have the magical ability to fall asleep instantly."

Meng Tang'an...Meng Tang'an was extremely envious.

"Sleep."

What does insomnia feel like? It means being unable to sleep all night long, staying up with a clear mind, unable to fall asleep when you want to, and unable to wake up when you want to.

Meng Tangan used to suffer from insomnia for a while.

After staying in this strange world for so long, she fell into a deep sleep and had a dream from the past for the first time.

In the dream, it is her world.

The mind is dizzy and strange.

"Our Tangtang is so beautiful."

"She looks like a doll."

"This little girl is blessed at first glance."

Three-year-old Meng Tang'an is pampered, delicate and beautiful, has a lovable personality, speaks softly and innocently, and has undoubtedly become a princess in everyone's eyes.

Her father is the president of a large company. He is gentle and achieves extraordinary things. He treats his wife wholeheartedly and responds to her daughter's requests.

Meng Tangan has a perfect father and an imperfect mother.

Her mother suffers from mental illness, always crying and laughing, silent and withdrawn, just like a normal person when she is awake, and is also very good to Meng Tangan.

Her mother would comb her hair, tie her braids, buy her a beautiful little skirt, and kiss her forehead tenderly, saying that our family Tangtang was the best behaved.

But when my mother was sick, she would cry, beat her, scold her, and call her a bitch!

At this time, her father would take her away and lock her in the room. Her face, as gentle as jade, would look a little gloomy.

Then, Meng Tangan will hear some kind of dull and terrifying sound coming from outside the room!

At that time, she didn't understand what they were doing. Every time she left the room, she would see her mother with a bruised nose and face.

"Mom's eyes are red, what's wrong?" She asked doubtfully while holding her favorite brown bear doll.

At this time, her father would squat down and rub her head: "Mom accidentally injured her head."

My mother didn't speak, she just sat numbly on the chair and cried silently.

Everyone will sigh that her father is so kind to his wife. He doesn't care about his wife's mental illness and is willing to take care of her for the rest of her life.

Occasionally, several aunts will gather together and whisper.

"Why do I think the injury on Wang Jie's face looks like she was beaten?"

"It looks like..."

"It's impossible. Tang An's father is so kind to Wang Jie. He manages such a big company and never flirts with women. I can't even ask for a husband like this!"

The first time Meng Tangan heard the word domestic violence was from an adult's words.

That night she heard a familiar dull sound, quietly walked to the living room, and opened the door to their bedroom...

She saw the man who said good night to her before going to bed, pushing her mother to the ground and whipping the woman with a belt!

"Don't hit mom!"

The three-year-old child stumbled over and stood in front of the woman, his eyes blank and his face flushed.

"Get out, get out!" The woman roared hysterically, like a dog without dignity.

"Tangtang, you shouldn't have come in."

The man's reaction was very calm, and if you look closely, there is something ferocious underneath his gentle face.

Meng Tang'an was wearing an exquisite and expensive white dress, with a hairpin her mother bought her in her hair. She stood in the room with red lips and white teeth, inexperienced in worldly affairs, like a princess in a castle.

She hugged her mother's hand and pulled the man's hand over to hold them together, even though she didn't know what domestic violence was yet. She spoke every word, milky and naive to the extreme.

"Don't fight."

Her words had no effect. The man took her out and locked her in the room regardless of the child's struggle. There was no expression on his face!

This home is still the same as before, shiny and bright in the eyes of outsiders, but rotting and smelly where no one can see it.

Countless beatings and scoldings, endless crying.

Blood, violence, and lies fill the home!

"Mom is going to die." The woman cried and laughed at the same time, holding the little girl in her arms, "What should I do with my Tangtang..."

Meng Tang'an was held in her arms, with the bear doll sandwiched between them. She blinked slowly and said softly.

"Mommy don't cry."

Children over three years old have no understanding of death.

What she saw was the gradual loss of cover in front of her, the inevitable despair and depression, and the use of violence to fight violence.

This is what Meng Tangan learned from home.
Chapter completed!