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He also held a handful of small white flowers, neatly packaged.

My heart sank suddenly, and my eyes immediately turned to the TV screen.

My mother may have read my thoughts, she sighed softly, and the topic of rising food prices came to an abrupt halt until she finished cooking.

I felt like chewing wax in my mouth, so she raised her hand to my bowl and put the food in my bowl, and suddenly the white rice added other colors.

When my heart hurts, I think of a horror movie I watched, and I can't help but shudder all over my body.

With tears in her eyes, her mother said in disbelief, "It's been so many years!"

I buried my head in my mouth silently, and my eyes seemed to inadvertently run into a large area of air, causing me to dare not make a large movement, for fear that what I had hidden would easily run out.

It is said that people with a cold personality don't understand sadness, but why is it pestering me year after year, and it is bound to turn me into an emotional person?

After lunch, the mother put the fruit into the bag with a solemn face, looked at the flowers on the table, and sighed several times.

There was a sad smell in that atmosphere, as if even if it was buried in the dust, I didn't dare to let go, let alone mention it.

I changed into the black suit I took home, and I finally looked less depressed.

When my mother saw that I was ready, she wiped her eyes and said, "Let's go." ”

I picked up the flowers on the table, and my inner world seemed to be sinking in a sea of suffering, which no pale words could describe.

After getting into the car, I remembered that the grandmother in the opposite building once said to me, if you miss a deceased person and can't express your heart, then tell Hua all your thoughts about him, and let Hua accompany him.

I don't want to believe such unrealistic, unfounded words. But I need to find a breakthrough so that the guilt in my heart disappears.

When I arrived at my destination, my mother was stunned for a moment before getting out of the car, and so did I.

The location of the cemetery always seemed to be on a high place, and I took my mother's hand and walked up the stairs, closing my eyes, hoping that the next section would never appear, and that it would be better to keep it in my dreams than anything else.

As a result, he could only stand helplessly in front of his grave.

Is there a moment when you lose someone important because you can't bear the pain to the point where you can go crazy at the sound of his name, wishing that you would go to hell instead of him?

Even if he is facing a sea of fire on the knife mountain, he is willing to jump down.

I watched my mother's hand tremble as she carefully placed the offerings, and sure enough, tears fell onto the apple in the next second, and quickly slid down.

Staring at the name on the tombstone and the arrogant face with evil spirits, I can't wait to pull him out of it in the next second. Even though I know it's a stupid idea.

In the end, he sent me away with the same expression impolitely, and I couldn't help but scold: "Bastard, why do you want to live this life, didn't you say you want to change?"

No one answered me, and my mother hid her face and wept.

Before leaving, I put the flowers next to me, and because I held them for too long, they got the temperature.

My mother's whole body was weak from crying, and I helped her down the mountain, and my palms were numb.

I wanted to comfort her, but after thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I couldn't even comfort myself.

The sky is not gray, it is black.

When I was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, I met a yellow-haired man who was also holding a bouquet of flowers, he cut his hair short, and the color was also natural black, and I heard that he was now a civil servant.

When he saw me, although he was not as angry as before, his distant eyes were still full of resentment.

After dropping my mother into the car, I talked to him for about ten minutes, and the content was a bit boring, causing him to quickly stop talking to me.

And my purposeful overtures had to be interrupted.

Come to think of it, you can't ask anyway, so forget it.

Remembering is nothing more than torturing yourself, curling up in the shape of self-preservation.

After staying in the town for three days, I was impatient with Yu Haiyang's phone calls urging me to go back every day, and simply yelled: "If you do this again, Lao Tzu won't go back, and there will be nothing good anyway." ”

The other head said calmly: "Jiang Nian, just talk, what kind of tantrum do you have?"

"Didn't you force that?"

"Well, even if it's my fault. But didn't I just want to help you?"

I won't answer, anyway, Yu Haiyang's big mouth will explain it clearly.

"Song Zhun was asked by me this Saturday, so it's up to you if you don't come. Anyway, I got what I meant. ”

Look at the fact that this thing kept saying that he was working for me a few days ago, and now he has directly transferred his tactics, how much he hates Gu Heng.

The location is still a villa in the ocean, and the secrecy is strong enough.

By the time I arrived, it was already hi inside.

Song Zhun and his girlfriend were there, Yu Haiyang stared at me apologetically, looked at Song Zhun and his girlfriend, and simply said to himself: "Jiang Nian, you beat me, I didn't expect him to ...... Alas, it's my fault anyway, and I won't quibble. ”

I took a glass of wine and drank it down, "Where can I blame you, his girlfriend is not your thread." But since people already have beautiful relatives, don't think about it next time. ”

Yu Haiyang's bitter and bitter face almost grabbed my hand and beat himself, "Jiang Nian, you still beat me." It's scary for you to talk like that. ”

I didn't pay attention to him at all, I hadn't touched alcohol for a long time, and I was addicted, and the bartender I found in Yu Haiyang was really good.

"Ginger year. ”

I removed the glass from my eyes, "If you really feel sorry for me, just give Lao Tzu a flicker." ”

“......”

I don't drink much, I drink too much and like to talk. So in order to control your gaffe, try to hide as much as you can. And the reason why I drank so much tonight was not because I felt sad to see Song Zhun and his girlfriend sweet.

I am depressed, so I want to find a way to vent, after all, living in Gu Heng's house has to make myself behave properly.

After a long time of camouflage, you will naturally get tired.

Fortunately, I remember not to drink too much, there is a possibility of missing Gu Heng's call. No matter what the relationship is, I should listen to Gu Heng's words well.

So in order to go home and not let him notice, I decided to go to the second floor to rest.

I staggered upstairs and almost hit someone, and I realized that I had really drunk a lot, and although I was conscious of it, my body was the first to react.

casually opened a room and walked in, and found that it was not where Yu Xue lived, so he lay on his side. My eyes were a little blurry, and I couldn't wipe them off even if I tried to wipe them off.

So I closed my eyes, and the tip of my nose could smell the faint smell of wine on my body.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door being gently pushed open, and the person who came was very polite, as if he knew that there was someone inside, and I did not open my eyes to look.

Until I felt him approaching and there was a shadow in front of me, I suddenly opened my eyes and met his eyes, he seemed to be a little flustered, and his calm face was a little turbulent.

With my head on my arm, I smiled sweetly at him, then hooked my hand and motioned for him to come over.

Fortunately, he obediently leaned his head over, otherwise my plot would have succeeded.

I hooked my hands around his neck and raised my head to kiss him on the lips. It's still the same soft marshmallow feeling as before.

Without waiting for him to push away, I hurriedly glanced at the person who was already dumbfounded, looking shocked. finally found the shadow of the past, no longer strange and alienated from today.

Before I had time to relive it, I let him go, pretended to be drunk, and fell back on the bed and closed my eyes.

The hourglass in my heart seems to have been turned upside down again, flowing in a tumultuous stream.

This book is derived from the king of books