After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people Chapter 468 We are going to join this family!

In the previous life, Wen Mian was very sad when she talked about this matter. She felt sorry for both the child and the mother.

Even though she had not been with Jian Shanjin for a long time, she could still feel her love for her daughter from her words. But God was so unfair that he took away the happiness of both of them at the same time.

She didn't know that there was such a complicated and sad story behind Jian Shanjin's story.

I didn’t know how Jian Shanjin endured for her daughter, I didn’t know that she worked hard to make money to give her daughter more choices in life, and I didn’t know that behind her smile there was such a sad and desperate marriage life.

Jiang Baige looked at Wen Mian, who had completely different experiences and choices from her previous life, and couldn't help but wonder: If she knew the root cause of Jian Shanjin's tragedy at that time, would she still choose to enter into marriage?

There is no point in saying "what if".

In this life, Wen Mian has invisibly changed her destiny, but a different destiny has brought her to the same person.

But she still had a good impression of Jian Shanjin, just like in her previous life.

Perhaps this was God's will, God wanted her to change the tragic fate of Jian Shanjin and her daughter in their previous life.

But perhaps all this is no coincidence.

Because in his previous life, Wen Mian had mentioned to Jiang Baige that during the process of working with Jian Shanjin, he felt that their work was creative and interesting, and he was also very interested in it.

So in this life, after that party with four people, when she thought carefully and decided to break away from other people's arrangements and look for a job according to her own wishes, she once again chose the job that she was interested in in her previous life.

On the contrary, it seems more like fate that Jiang Baige, a person who has lived two lives and was able to piece the whole thing together unexpectedly, appeared in this incident.

At this moment, Wen Mian had no idea what Jiang Baige was feeling.

She has basically finished telling the story.

"After Sister Zhao told me those things, I finally understood why I hadn't heard her mention her daughter recently."

"But how do you want to help her?"

This touched Wen Mian's sore spot: "I don't know, so I want to ask you for help. I know you are good at this..."

Jiang Baige: Okay, it was the first time I realized that what I was good at was not writing, but helping others solve problems.

Wen Mian seemed to realize that something was wrong with his words: "Of course, I asked you to come here not only to ask for your help, but also to invite you to play..."

She paused, a little embarrassed.

The expression on her face was a little subtle, shy, but also a little proud. However, she was not sure about this pride, so she became a little timid.

"I also want to show you, that is... Well, let me be frank! I just want to show you that I seem to have really done it..."

"I have done what I said when I was drunk in the KTV that day: It is never too late to change."

Jiang Baige looked around. It was a spacious and warm room that belonged only to her. Although the house was a dead thing, it seemed to be filled with the vitality of warmly embracing a new life.

She gave Wen Mian a thumbs up and said, "You did more than just do it. You did it so well."

"Really?" Wen Mian's tone seemed a little uncertain, "Are you saying this on purpose to make me happy?"

"Of course it's real, as real as the room I'm sitting in that belongs to you."

Jiang Baige got up from the sofa, collected the empty takeout boxes from the two of them, put them in a plastic bag, and placed it at the door.

Turning around, outside the huge glass window, night had fallen, and little sparks lit up in the darkness.

"We are also part of the lights of thousands of homes." Jiang Baige said with emotion, "But we can choose not to be fuel, but just light a lamp."

“Everything seems like a dream.”

Wen Mian walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stroked the glass with his fingers, as if he could reach beyond matter and space and touch the dots of light outside the window.

After a while, she retracted her gaze and said, "In the past six months, I have felt very happy. I feel that my life is in my own hands, and I don't need to listen to other people's opinions about whether it is good or bad... So I think if Sister Shan Jin's daughter can have the same idea as me, she might be happier."

"Maybe she does, but we just don't know it?"

Wen Mian was a little stunned: "What does this... mean..."

"Mianmian, have you noticed? Although Sister Shanjin treats her daughter very well, her efforts are one-sided. Has she ever asked her daughter what she wants?"

Jiang Baige does not want to deny Jian Shanjin's love for her daughter, but if there is a lack of communication, love will turn into pressure and constraint.

"Has Sister Shan Jin ever asked her daughter what she really wants? A broken home? A good father in disguise? A good mother who is willing to sacrifice her own happiness to protect her, but in the end 'abandons' her?"

Wen Mian couldn't answer.

"We adults, standing in the perspective of God, can of course say that this child is really ignorant... But she is a child who is not even 18 years old. She knows nothing and is kept in the dark about everything, all controlled and arranged by the adults.

"In the end, she got only one result: she lost her home and her mother, and went to a foreign land alone.

"She chose to trust the adults' judgment, but got a result she didn't want at all. How can you expect her to accept and digest it? Just like Sister Shan Jin didn't want to hurt the child, the child certainly didn't want to hurt her either.

"Although we don't know why the child chose to commit suicide, do you think she was declaring war on her mother? I think she wanted to use her own death to buy her mother's freedom."

As a daughter, Jiang Baige herself often feels that the most difficult thing to explain in the world is the relationship between mother and daughter.

It's always tense, extreme, full of hurt and misunderstanding.

But her relationship with her mother was her greatest support in the world. That was why she felt so painful and desperate when she chose to quit her job to write and didn't get her mother's support.

Will Jian Shanjin's daughter be the same now as she was in the past?

She wasn't sure.

The relationship with her mother is like a long and difficult lesson that she may have to learn for the rest of her life and will often make mistakes.

But after living her life again, she reestablished communication with her mother. Instead of rejecting her like she did in her previous life, her mother gave her enough support, both spiritually and materially.

Since she has such an opportunity, Jian Shanjin and her daughter should have it too.

"So you think we should let Sister Shanjin and her daughter have a good talk?" Wen Mian understood what Jiang Baige meant. "But in their current state, it's hard for them to open up to each other... I'm afraid..."

I am not afraid that they will not communicate, but I am afraid that their communication will be ineffective.

Jiang Baige also thought of this.

"It's our turn to take action... No, to be precise, it's you." Jiang Baige patted Wen Mian's shoulder.

Wen Mian pointed at himself with a look of disbelief: "Me? You can't be serious?"