Chapter 1055: Is it all my fault

"Nanxiang, don't be impulsive!"
Tang Nuan painting can understand Lin Nanxiang's mood at this time. After all, if she changes Tang Nuan painting herself, she will definitely want revenge in anger.
However, revenge is not something that can be done on impulse.
What's more, this time their opponent is not a simple character, but a very powerful Shura Alliance.
If possible, Tang Nuan could not wait to clean up that Shura alliance directly.
But the key is that she can't do it at all with her current ability.
Moreover, acting impulsively often does not bring good results, but will only make people lose their wife and break soldiers.
Therefore, Tang Nuanhua does not recommend Lin Nanxiang to act impulsively, because this will not only not be able to avenge her, but will bring her more trouble.
"But, should I just watch my brother being bullied and my mother being killed?"
As soon as Lin Nanxiang heard Tang Nuan's painting that she should not rush for revenge, she hated herself very much.
why?
Why is she so useless!
Why is it that even my mother has suffered such a great misfortune, but what she can do is so little?
Why can some people be so bad!
"Nuanhua, do you know how much hate I have in my heart?"
Lin Nanxiang bit her teeth fiercely, looking at Tang Nuan's painting without knowing it was crying and smiling, every word came from her heart, as if the words were bloody.
"I have never been like this before, and I can't wait to die by myself!"
"In the past, my mother always taught me to be a good person. Even though we were still living in a slum and suffered from countless cold eyes and dislikes from countless people around us, my mother still taught me to be kind from the heart. People."
"She said more than once that only by being a kind person can you feel truly happy.
So since then, no matter how much misfortune I have encountered, I will tell myself to remember my original intention and not to become a person I hate. "
"But Nuanhua, please tell me why my mother and I have always been kind to others, but no one can treat us kindly!"
As he spoke, Lin Nanxiang shouted hoarsely, "Should good-hearted people be born to be abused? Does our tragedy deserve it!"
It is said that good is rewarded for good, and evil is rewarded for evil. Why are good people always being bullied again and again, while those who do a lot of evil can still get away with impunity! "
"Nuanhua, tell me, what should I do? What should I do!"
"Nanxiang, Nanxiang, it's okay if you calm down and don't think about it."
Tang Nuan didn't expect Lin Nanxiang to think so extreme, so he had to hug her tightly.
Finally, Lin Nanxiang couldn't help it, and started crying with a headache in Tang Nuan's painting.
She cried faintly and with deep pain, she had never been so uncomfortable before.
"Nuanhua, do you think I did not do well? Is it because I did something that was condemned by the gods, and God punished me and made my mother leave early..."
"Nuanhua, is it all my fault? What did I do wrong, can you tell me?"
"I can make corrections. As long as I did something wrong, I can make corrections. Can my mother come back? I beg you...u..."
With his hands tightly wrapped around Tang Nuan's shoulders, Lin Nanxiang cried bitterly, tears and snot coming together, completely disregarding his own image.
Tang Nuan couldn't help having a sore nose, and he felt no better than Lin Nanxiang.
She had no choice but to hug Lin Nanxiang tightly, and constantly comfort her, "It's not Nanxiang, you have never done anything wrong.
You are so kind and sensible, it's too late for God to take care of you. How could you punish you? "
Lin Nanxiang no longer believed these words, she shook her head vigorously, "Nuanhua, you know, my mother has always been a very kind woman, no matter how malicious people around her are, she will always be Full of kindness."
"But why is kindness never repaid? I'm still waiting to buy her a big house, buy a car, and take her to travel around the world. When the right time is right, I hope I can have an uncle to take care of her mother. ."
"But from now on, I will never see such a scene again. I am sorry for my mother, and I am sorry for her..."
Lin Nanxiang burst into tears like this.
Tang Nuan could clearly feel it, but within a few minutes, her shoulders were all wet.
But Tang Nuan painting still didn't know what to say to comfort Lin Nanxiang.
Because Tang Nuanhua himself is also a person without his mother.
What is even more sad than Lin Nanxiang is that she has never seen her mother since she was very young.
For so many years, Tang Nuan's paintings grew up alone by himself.
Lin Nanxiang's mother has been by her side for at least 20 years, watching her grow up, from a poor little girl in a slum to today's white-collar female elite.
Even if he couldn't be with him to the end, Tang Nuanhua thought to himself, Aunt Lin would not have much regret.
But what about her?
I don’t remember how many birthdays I have spent with my mother, or how many happy times, sad times, sad times, and angry times. I cannot share my feelings with my mother.
No one told her how to grow up, what kind of person to be.
Although Tang Nuan painting never resented her mother's departure, but for her, her mother had long been useless in her life.
Regarding his mother, Tang Nuan's paintings can only have some poor memories, just keep remembering, keep remembering.
"Sorry for Nuanhua, it evoked your sadness..."
Lin Nanxiang suddenly felt distressed when he listened to Tang Nuan's painting silently humming this.
It turned out that she was not the only one who lost her mother, the poor man, nor was she alone.
Although Tang Nuan painting has never expressed this, she must be very sad, right? But she has been silently enduring it.
Who knows how she passed when she was fragile?
"Nanxiang... Actually I know how sad you are."
At this moment, Tang Nuanhua suddenly sighed deeply.
Then she said softly, "Losing a mother must be a painful thing. No one can resist such uncomfortable feelings. Nanxiang, I will not advise you. If you want to cry, cry. You don't have to hide in front of me."