Jiang Hao knelt in the mourning hall, surrounded by white or yellow wreaths.

In front of him was a small desk with a pair of incense candles and three incense sticks.

In the middle of that was the spiritual seat of his parents, and behind the desk were the bodies of his parents.

Two days ago, his parents were hospitalized in a car accident, and he hurried back from college, hurrying back to see him for the last time.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

With the help of relatives and friends, Jiang Hao successfully completed his parents' funeral.

In the evening, several relatives and friends wanted to stay with him, but Jiang Hao refused, and now he is alone in the mourning hall.

"Didn't the funeral already take place? I knew in advance that my parents had been in a car accident, so why didn't I see them for the last time?

What is the purpose of bringing me back, to ravage me again?"

Under the dim light and candle, Jiang Hao lowered his head and muttered, dark as a ghost.

After the world where countless Jiang Ming had gathered was shattered, Jiang Hao returned to his own dream.

It's just that he is no longer called Jiang Ming, everyone calls him Jiang Hao.

And he came back much earlier than he left.

At that time, his parents were still alive, and she was still by his side.

He thought he could save his parents, but their car still broke down.

Last time it was the tires, this time it was the clutch.

He thought he could take control of the opportunity and save her, but she left anyway.

The last time she snatched her was surnamed Zhao, and this time her surname was Wang.

Jiang Hao raised his head, revealing a haggard face, and quietly looked at his parents behind the desk.

Then the tears streaked long traces across the expressionless face.

"I'm sleepy, good night, Mom and Dad. ”

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In kindergarten, it was the lunch break, and every child slept soundly.

Only Jiang Zhen was the exception, who stared blankly at the white ceiling.

Jiang Zhen is seven years old this year, and it is not appropriate to stay in the kindergarten.

A year ago, on June 1st, he was very happy, and he was going to grow up soon.

You can go to elementary school, then junior high school, high school, you can also go to college, and finally you can have a good job.

At that time, he will really grow up and can really help his parents.

They don't have to get up early and go to work greedily at night, they don't have to worry about whether to sell meat during the holidays, and they don't have to take a taxi when they go out to work.

They never dwell on everything about Jiang Zhen, tuition, clothes, food and fun, never.

What other people's children have, Jiang Zhen doesn't seem to have lacked.

They are only entangled in themselves.

Tomorrow is coming, hurry, hopefully faster than Daddy's motorcycle.

Jiang Zhen was extremely expectant.

So he thinks that what will happen tomorrow is all his fault.

What does it mean to be dead? What does it mean to be gone?

He didn't understand and didn't want to.

Dressed in a coarse white linen cloth, his little hands hold the big black and white photo frame.

Walking in front of everyone, walking the road that you never want to walk and never want to finish.

The dirt was scooped up and smashed against the black coffin.

At the funeral, Jiang Zhen was like a marionette at the mercy of adults, then became a table tennis ball, was pumped around, and finally adopted by the kind old principal of the kindergarten.

Since then, he has been the oldest child in kindergarten and the most lovable.

Well-behaved, sensible, knows how to beat the old principal's sour shoulders, and will take the children to sing, dance and play games, so that every child is obedient.

The old principal is very satisfied, the teachers are very satisfied, which of his younger siblings are very satisfied, and even the parents are satisfied.

But no one knew that Jiang Zhen would cry secretly.

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Jiang Pipi's story is very happy, he has no parents who died young, and he has not been dumped.

He is a man who is favored by God, the only one.

He has a god-given mind, and when he reads, he is always the first, the second will only envy him, and then everyone will envy the second.

The second in 10,000 years is no longer a grievance, but an honor, the kind that can squeeze your head.

Jiang Pipi reads a lot, but he is not the kind of nerd who can only read, he has a good sense of humor.

And such readers are generally very romantic.

Li Bai, Liu Yong, Tang Bohu...... There is never a shortage of beautiful women around talented people.

The same goes for Jiang Pipi.

There are many beauties, or coquettish or cold, sometimes empathetic, sometimes brutal and willful, of course, they may also be charming beauties, or they may be lively girls in their twenties.

In the fat powder township, he passed by in a flat boat, which was enviable and annoying.

But no one could help him.

He is not just a chic man, he is also a well-known man.

Politics and business, he is at ease.

He is a first-class boy in the world, and he is also a young man admired by thousands of people until his death.

Then, when he told fortunes in front of the Taoist temple with a broken bamboo pole, no one recognized him.

On this day, Jiang Pipi held a broken bamboo pole in his left hand and a bowl in his right hand, and went crazy on the street.

"It's thundering, it's raining, go home and collect your clothes." ”

Then, it really rained.

Everyone thought he was a man of God, and they worshipped him, not wanting him to be gone.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and the deli owner realized that he was missing a roast goose, which was only the fattest in the store.

On a tree with a crooked neck, Jiang Pipi is tearing a roast goose by hand.

After eating, he pinched it with his greasy fingers, which looked messy, but it was in line with "Plum Blossoms Easy to Count".

"Will it rain tomorrow too? ”

After speaking, Jiang Pipi walked into a ruined temple and fell asleep.

It is good to know the destiny of heaven, but it is not good to know everything.

For example, I know the person I painted.

Not everyone has the same enthusiasm as Truman, that's movies, deceptive things.

Actor, isn't the first step in acting to deceive yourself, is you a person in the play?

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The causal scissors turned into streamers, shuttling through one bubble after another, looking for Jiang Ming's three main souls.