"It's Chinese New Year's Eve again......"

Ah He squatted by the river, holding the paper money in his hand and gently throwing it into the fire in front of him. Every year at this time, she squatted here to burn some paper for her dead husband. He once said that the river leads to the outside. Ah He only hopes that his soul has returned to his hometown along the river......

"My son is already a head taller than me, and he is becoming more and more like you, as ugly as you......"

"But that's our child after all, it's a pity that you didn't have a chance to watch him grow up......"

The fire in front of him burned hot, illuminating Ah He's delicate and small face. The years make people old, and the results are ......

"Aladdin's Death Lamp" Chapter 134: Chinese New Year's Eve is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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