Chapter 129: Let the dead live

Wang Luo wrote for a long time, and he kept writing, and the noise of the TV series seemed to be completely unable to disturb him, so he kept writing until Li Juli and Quan Baolan yawned and went upstairs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

wrote that Park In-jeong fell asleep on the sofa, and Park Hyo-min sat quietly on the side, made three pots of tea, and turned down the volume of the TV.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and Wang Luo finally finished writing.

Park Hyo-min looked at Wang Luo and let out a sigh of relief, drank the whole pot of tea that had been cold, and finally opened the blank space at the front for a night and wrote down five words.

'Let the dead live'

It's a very contradictory five words, death? How to live.

But after thinking about it, Park Hyo-min seemed to understand something.

Wang Luo hesitated for a while, and then wrote a line of words in the corner: 'If you encounter a word you don't know, you can ask me, I know you have no culture'

After writing the last period, Wang Luo got up and stretched, moved his body, Park Hyomin picked up the notebook and pointed to Park Renjing, who was asleep on the sofa.

Wang Luo smiled and gently hugged her.

"Huh?" Park In-jing, who was half-asleep and half-awake, opened her worried eyes, saw Wang Luohou smile like a child, and closed her eyes again.

Wang Luo carried Park Renjing upstairs and put him on the bed.

Park In-jeong rolled around on the bed and continued to sleep on her stomach.

Wang Luo smiled, walked out of the room and found that Park Hyo-min did not come up, and when he went downstairs to look, he found that she was frowning and flipping through the book that Wang Luo had just written.

"I didn't write it, I translated it." Wang Luo went down and picked up Park Hyo-min.

Park Hyo-min snorted lightly, glanced at Wang Luo, and continued to read, "It's very good, I want to finish reading it." ”

"No, we have more important things." Wang Luo carried Park Hyo-min upstairs.

"Go bother Renjing, I've been waiting for you all night." Park Hyo-min rolled his eyes at Wang Luo.

Wang Luo hesitated for a moment and carried her back to her room.

"Go ahead." Park Hyo-min kissed Wang Luo on the cheek and pushed her away with a smile.

Wang Luo touched her head, "After reading it." ”

"Hmph." Park Hyo-min blushed and wrinkled her nose.

After Wang Luo left the room, Park Hyo-min picked up the book and continued to read, but a few minutes later, the distracting voice next door interrupted her thoughts, and with a laugh and scolding, Park Hyo-min put on earplugs and looked intently at the book called 'Let the Dead Live and Die'.

This is a book of essays, the characteristics of the prose is casual, so it doesn't seem too trivial, this is a wife's essay on the memory of her dead husband, which records some things about the husband and wife before their deaths, and more after the death of the husband, a series of psychological activities and changes of the wife.

There are no flowery rhetoric, but a woman who has lost her loved one goes from confusion and despair to a little self-questioning about the meaning of life and true meaning, this book writes a lot.

Remembrances about life and death, love, honesty, loneliness, time, eternity, and the meaning of life flicker between the lines from time to time, exuding a dazzling light of wisdom.

may be because of the relationship between the same woman, Park Hyo-min can easily substitute and resonate.

'You are Chen Ximi, you can be Shi Tiesheng's wife.

You are Shi Tiesheng's wife, so you should be Chen Ximi. ’

When he saw this chapter, Park Hyo-min suddenly understood why Wang Luo translated this book to Park Ji-yeon.

Rubbing his sour eyes from crying, Park Hyo-min took off the earplugs, the outside was already bright, the morning light penetrated through the gap in the curtains, stubbornly drilling inside, Park Hyo-min hesitated, did not open the curtains, went to the bathroom to take a bath, and pushed open the door of Park Ji-yeon's room with the book in a bathrobe.

There was also a faint ambiguous smell in the room, and there were two people lying on Park Ji-yeon's big blue bed.

Park Hyo-min lightly put the book on the head of the bed, looking at Park Ji-yeon, who was holding the teddy bear with distressing tears on her face, revealing bare skin and dark red and ambiguous traces on her neck, which was obviously intentional by someone.

Park Hyo-min couldn't help but chuckle and helped Park Ji-yeon pull away her messy bangs, looked at her tired eyebrows and red and swollen eye bags, thought about it, took out her mobile phone and took a photo.

Standing on tiptoe and looking at Kim Hyuna on the other side, Park Hyo-min smiled and shook her head, because she felt that Kim Hyun-ah didn't seem to be at fault under the quilt, and it was probably someone's fault.

Sure enough, we will not miss any opportunity to take advantage.

Park Hyo-min gently exited the room and pushed open Park In-jeong's door.

The ambiguous smell in the air made her cheeks flush unconsciously, and the big pink bed was a mess.

.........

Being greatly frightened will cause serious physical overdraft, coupled with the fact that she is already weak, Kim Hyun-ah has been having nightmares after being frightened and fainting, and she is so physically and mentally exhausted that she doesn't want to wake up.

But I was still awakened by the little hand that had been wandering around my body.

Jin Hyunya opened her eyes suddenly, her whole body was tense because of the fright, her brain quickly judged, and she let out a long breath, and her back was sweating, because the owner of that little hand was a woman.

Kim Hyun-ah blinked her wistful eyes, and the soreness in her body made her let out a soft groan, and slowly turned to look at Park Ji-yeon, who seemed to be still asleep beside her.

In addition to the somewhat haggard little face, there are also those ambiguous red marks on the neck and chest.

The fault line of memory seems to be connected, Jin Hyunya gasped, Wang Luo's seductive muscle lines and the hideous and terrifying dragon flashed in her mind, stiffening Jin Hyunya slowly lifted the quilt on her body, and found that sure enough, she was not wearing clothes.

No wonder she felt that Park Ji-yeon's quilt was so comfortable, Kim Hyun-ah also slipped off the number in four dimensions, regardless of returning to the topic soon, her hands groped on her body, tried to move her legs, and found that there was nothing unusual, and she breathed a sigh of relief again.

However, Jin Hyunya was a little angry, it was obvious that Wang Luo should have stripped her naked, but she didn't do anything when she stripped naked, she was really angry.

Kim Hyun-ah puffed out her cheeks, a little unhappy in her heart.

"Huh~" The girl's soft moan came from her ears, and Kim Hyun-ah's eyes lit up, watching Park Ji-yeon slowly open her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Kim Hyun-ah asked with concern.

"It hurts." Park Ji-yeon frowned and muttered, "Hyuna, your voice looks like a man." ”

"Yikes! Don't complain about people's voices in the morning. Kim Hyun-ah blushed and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, I just don't have the strength, pour me a glass of water." Park Ji-yeon closed her eyes again and said weakly.

Although Kim Hyun-ah has not experienced it personally, seeing Wang Luo's strong body yesterday and the dragon that is about the thickness of her wrist, you can imagine how pitiful Park Ji-yeon is.

Pulling a piece of clothing and putting it on her body, Kim Hyun-ah poured a glass of water and helped Park Ji-yeon up.

After drinking the water, she seemed to be much more awake, and Park Ji-yeon blinked her somewhat dull eyes, still in a daze.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Kim Hyun-ah said and went into the bathroom.

Park Ji-yeon yawned, felt that she was still sore and decided to sleep for a while, and when she lay back on the bed, she suddenly found a notebook at the head of the bed.

How could something like a book end up in my room?

Park Ji-yeon was very puzzled, picked up the notebook, turned the first page, and looked at the pen words that seemed to have the fragrance of ink on it, and was stunned.

'Let the dead live'? What a ghost name.

But turning the first page, Park Ji-yeon is no longer tired.

-- Since death is not hell, I don't want to go to heaven. I just want to be with you and talk quietly, listen to your heart and lungs, and reveal everything to you. That's the best life for a person.

You're dead, and the message is too strong. I can't even forget you're dead in my dreams......

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