Hongguo's father died, and Hongguo cried earth-shatteringly.

The pale cheeks, the pale filial piety clothes, and the pale white snow are all as silent as the distant peaks.

Chang Wanlin and the big fat man have brought people over, the old man has never had such a scenery when he was alive, he didn't expect to be so glorious when he died.

The neighbors are a little stupid, because they have never heard of Hongguo and their family have any characters with heads and faces, but why did so many people come here at once today, the convoy with white flowers can't see the end at a glance, and they are all more than 300,000 cars, the head is the big fat Porsche Jeep, Niu B's is not.

Some people say, look at Hongguo's father's death is really Niu B, so many people have come.

The person next to him laughed and said, I don't know what's going on, it's much better to raise a girl than to raise a son these days, how do you and I know what that red fruit is doing with the big fat man, maybe I don't know if I let the fat man do it.

People always live in discussions, some people don't care, so he can calmly walk his own way, some people care, so they fall into the ditch and ditch, all their lives are blue and swollen and can't get out, the people outside laugh more and more, say look, you know that he is a calf, nothing. Out of thin air, it provoked laughter from others.

Hongguo sat in the car where Mao Eighteen came, the window was open, and the discussion outside Hongguo was really listening.

Hongguo raised her head high, and her gaze calmly swept over everyone's face.

Hongguo knew that he had to learn to be strong and independent, and the person who loved him the most in the world was gone, and he didn't see the moment he put on his wedding dress.

He didn't know if his father was really detached, or if he was haunted by the past many years ago in his heart.

Since then, his father has been sleeping underground for a long time, accompanied by green mountains and green waters, no one has come to annoy him anymore, a qiē is so still, this life is really, too short, short makes people a little chilled, a little caught off guard. Some can't wait for the moment when things fall into place.

Everyone was gone, and Hongguo sat quietly in her chair, silent like a sculpture.

Mao Eighteen burned the stove very strongly, and the water in the kettle was gurgling hot.

Mao 18 knows that there is no need to speak now, it is superfluous to say anything, although he has not lost his parents, but he has lost his lover and comrade-in-arms, and that kind of heart is not something that can be put down for a while.

Mao 18 made two side dishes, although they were both vegetarian dishes, they were very exquisite, and the tender green bean silk hung with invisible oil, shining and exuding an attractive fragrance.

The can of beer was placed on the table, Mao Eighteen opened one, and the foam of the beer came out of the open space.

The night was thick, the whistling north wind was whining the wires outside, the lights were dim, and the big black cat was lying in the corner snoring in the corner.

The two men were already filled with empty beer cans in front of them.

Hongguo's face was flushed, and it seemed that the alcohol was working.

Mao Eighteen didn't know how to comfort Hongguo, if he could, he really wanted to put this distressing woman in the warmest world, where there would be no sadness, no loss, no parting, but this was just a sweet dream. When you wake up from a dream, you have to face reality.

Husband, hug me, okay. Hongguo's voice was a little choked.

Mao 18 sat on the kang, and a wave of warmth rose from under his buttocks. Mao Eighteen lovingly hugged the red fruit in his arms, and the red fruit seemed to be a leaf shrunk in the cold wind, crying and whimpering.

I don't know how long I cried, Hongguo finally stopped, touched a handful of tears, and said, My father is really not worth it, he has lived such a grievance in this life.

Mao Eighteen gently stroked Hongguo's hair, which was very long, hanging down like a waterfall.

Hongguo said that his father was a group of high-achieving students who graduated from a famous normal university, and now the classmates who were with him were all promising, and the lowest one had achieved the level of deputy director, and only his father was such a lonely old man, in a corner where no one knew and no one noticed.

Hongguo said that his father's death was like a stray cat or dog on the street, and when he died, he died, no one paid attention, no one was sad, and such a little person was a tragic ending after all.

Mao 18 said how the old man was expelled from high school. Who did it from behind.

Hongguo said, I was still young at the time, how did I know these things.

Mao 18 said, since God doesn't give us justice, then I will give the old man justice, which can be regarded as an explanation for the old man's spirit in the sky.

Hongguo looked at Mao Shibai in surprise and said, husband, no, they are all powerful now, we can't fight them, I'm just talking, I have a headache in my heart, who makes us all look down on little people.

Mao 18 said, elephants have the strength of elephants, ants have the wisdom of ants, I must seek justice for your father, so that he will no longer think of the indifference of this world in another world.

Hongguo looked at Mao Eighteen and said, husband, I still feel scared, I have lost my father. I don't want to lose you again.

Mao Shibai smiled and said, don't worry, my husband won't.

Hongguo hugged Mao 18 tightly and buried his face deep in the crook of Mao 18's arm.

Mao 18 asked, did your father leave anything behind?

Hongguo shook his head, nodded again, and said, my father didn't leave any money, but there was a box that I didn't know what was inside, and he would never let me touch it.

Mao 18 said, open it, maybe there will be some clues inside.

Hongguo nodded, and the two of them got down from the kang and took down a wooden box that was not too big from the top of the bookshelf.

The box looks like it was from many years ago. The paint is all peeling off a bit. There is a lock on it, which is also rusty.

Mao 18 broke the lock with his hand and opened the box.

There was a notebook in the box, the cover was a mountain, drawn in pencil, and the paper was a little yellowed.

Hongguo opened the book, and there was not a word in it.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they really couldn't understand why such a blank book was lying here quietly, and it was locked, never showing anyone.

Hongguo tilted his head and said, "What's going on?" What the hell is my father doing?

Mao Eighteen was also confused, took the book out of the box, and began to turn the pages one by one.

The big cat lying in the corner didn't know why, but suddenly rushed over, and ran to Mao Eighteen with a meow.

The black cat seemed to be black lightning, which made Hongguo scream in fright.

Mao Eighteen dodged, but the book fell to the ground, and the black cat walked over and lay on it and didn't move.