Ten years ago, Jiang Ye lived in the Jiang family, one of the three great families in Yan City.,Looking at the photo of her child, Jiang Ye's heart ached. The guilt she felt was overwhelming.,He and the fifth stood in the crowd, looking at a child who was waving a cabbage leaf around and shouting constantly, “Grandpa, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, look at the vegetables from my house! They’re especially fresh. I just picked them!”。