At noon, the sun was shining, Luo Yunai took the sacrifice in his hand, his face was covered with small beads of sweat from the sun, and the two of them rushed to Jin Rongxin's tomb.

Luo Yuna put candles, fireworks, placed offerings, knelt in front of the tomb and wept, and told Ying Xiangmian the story of her mother and father.

She first read a poem, and then told a sad story: "Fengyue Opera".

"Untitled One" does not love the wind and moon drama, and does not love the ruthless. Love is difficult to fall, tears and lovesickness. Lang Jun can think of his wife, who is the other side?

He promised his mother that he would only love her for the rest of his life, and that he would only sing for her all his life, and his mother believed in him and let go of his identity as the daughter of the city lord and eloped with him. ”

"Three years later, he took his mother's hard-earned money and raised another woman outside."

"Ridiculous! Sad! My mother boiled up the oil lamp, embroidered day and night, and went out in person, selling her craft hard. ”

"But he took another woman to the lake to go shopping, and he was idle all day long."

Luo Yuna said sadly.

"The three of them met by the Pinghu Lake unintentionally, and my mother held me uncomfortably, who had just been full moon, and asked stupidly: 'Which family is the girl opposite?'"

The woman on the opposite side smiled and said nothing, and the man said: "Shan'er wants a handkerchief of Yuejihua, don't talk so much nonsense, bring it quickly."

"Auntie, I'm not even twenty years old, Fanghua is still there, how can I be a lady?", the woman was struck by lightning, and she staggered so much that she forgot to collect the money.

The man sneered and walked away with the sixteen-year-old woman in his arms.

Mother inquired around, and finally knew that it was the Yushan girl in the Qing Building, and everyone in the world said that the Yushan girl had a good life, and she was ransomed by a sentient person, and she had no worries about eating and drinking for the rest of her life. ”

"There is a lover, there is a lover, what kind of lover is he. I went out to hang out for a few days, and when I ran out of money, I went back home and lived for a few days. Luo Yunai complained sadly for her mother.

"But my mother still loves her, and unconditionally supports my father and that mistress for ten years, and finally my mother is tired, and she is sick."

Luo Yunai seemed to accept the facts, wiped her tears and said ruthlessly.

"Before I died, my mother took my hand and said hard, for fear that I would die before I finished speaking. ”

"My mother said: 'Nana, after I leave, you have to take good care of Rong for me, whether he still has this home in his heart, you have to go to him, don't let him get drunk and sleep on the side of the road, and get cold again'."

"I don't want it, I hate my father, I hate him, I hate having to be his daughter. Luo Yuna shouted at the tombstone.

Xiangmian gently patted her shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, it's all over, you can continue, I'm willing to listen to your story."

"When you're done, everything is over, the Fire Dance Fairy takes you back to your real home, you can start a new life, and since your relatives want to get you back, they will give you a father and love you for the rest of their lives. ”

"And if you miss me in the future, you can come to Qingyuan in Dabie Mountain West City, and I will also be your father and spoil you, hehe!" Xiangmian smiled unkindly.

"How old is Childe?" Luo Yuna asked, turning tears into laughter.

"Just after the New Year, I'm 16 years old this year!" When Xiangmian said her age, she recalled by the way that she had spent several New Year's on this continent.

Luo Yu burst into tears and smiled, and said with a smile: "I am fourteen years old this year, you are only two years older than me, and you don't deserve to be my father."

"Ah, you're fourteen years old, how do you look like you're eleven or twelve?" said Xiangmian in surprise.

Luo Yunai said helplessly: "Do I really look very small?"

Xiangmian touched his head embarrassedly and said: "It's okay, when you reach your age and go home to keep up with the nutrition, people will naturally grow up."

Ying Xiangmian looked at Luo Yunai embarrassedly and sighed, this is another small flat-chested person, and he has missed the age of development like Mu Lang, but now he can't develop even if he wants to.

After a brief period of happiness, Rakuhana returned to the sad story.

"My mother has always been worried about my father, and she also wants me to go to my father's new wife, treat them as biological mothers, and treat them with the same care as my own mother."

"It's a pity that the woman, who has only been with her for a few years, ran away with others because the family was too poor, and the father still didn't remember the vow he made in front of his mother, work hard to earn money, and support the family well."

"My father said that he also really loved my mother, loved her innocence, loved her without hesitation, and loved her kindness and infatuation."

"But I just loved, my father's love was too short, not as long as he liked to sing, after his mother became pregnant, he disliked his mother for being fat and hypocritical, and regretted giving up his career for his mother."

But his mother learned to cook, sew and mend clothes, and how to set up a stall to make money for him, and even ridiculed and bullied others, and swallowed it in a swallowed voice. ”

"She has long since let go of her identity, let go of her dignity, and remembered that she was just a wife, an ordinary mother, and he had not yet remembered to pick up her identity."

"Father, he is no longer the person who sang a solo play for her under the moon, the person who drilled the dog hole to meet her, and the person who made money to buy her a silver hairpin and sang for five days and five nights."

"My mother said that her father's singing moved her, but my mother never touched my father in her life."

Luo Yunai cried again, crying so much that she was crying so painfully.

"That's just your mother's fate, not your fate, I don't like to talk empty words, let alone sing to make girls happy, but I believe that there will be someone who treats your father better than your mother, and someone who will be better for a lifetime."

Xiangmian looked directly at her and said sincerely.

The road is long, the night is quiet, it is dark in a blink of an eye, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Another girl's heart was moved, she looked at Ying Xiangmian stupidly, her eyes full of stars.

The moon shines on the two of them, and there are so many people in the world, and the moon seems to like to shine only on the two of them.

However, Ying Xiangmian suddenly became poetic, and suddenly made up a poem and recited it.

"Untitled II" Don't complain about the wind and moon play, don't remember the people with a heart. The love does not fall, and the people in the rivers and lakes are smiling. The hero does not marry a wife, and the opposite side is a guest! Fantasy drama gives birth to illusion, and love words are carefully considered.

If the next reunion should be the beginning of another bad fate, Ying Xiangmian, if you like men, give me a snack! Let's not be a scumbag and a scumbag.

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