How could his heart suddenly throb, Gu Jili frowned.

A shallow face instantly popped up in my mind, a shallow smile that could heal people.

Gu Jili also felt a little strange, didn't he suddenly think of Xu Qian now. She should be cured.

It's good to hear Luoluo say that she also went on a trip.

Gu Jili felt in his heart that it would be good if Xu Qian could spend the rest of his life with Chen Ming like this. Gradually, he let go and stopped pressing.

As long as Luoluo has been doing well, it's fine.

Gu Jili lowered his head and smiled, and continued to cut the vegetables.

And Gu Yueluo felt the same way, and when she hung the towel on it, her heart suddenly throbbed.

Violently, and with some throbbing pain. Gu Yueluo immediately thought of Xu Qian, everyone said that mother and daughter were connected, I think it's almost like this.

March, early spring. In the warm sun that I had not seen for a long time, through the car window, I saw familiar scenes flashing in front of me, as if time was passing.

"Drop-" The long honking of the train suddenly sounded. I looked out the window and thought to myself was standing. I'm back, Grandma.

Since my grandmother died, I haven't been able to see my hometown here. Everything seems to have not changed, but it seems to have changed. In my memory, there was a river in my hometown, and there were seven bridges across the river. From south to north, in order. The bridge in my hometown is old, and its face has been eroded by time. However, I found that the bridge in my hometown had changed. I saw that on the Qingshui River, the closest to me was a new bridge. The railing of the bridge is made of white marble carving, and the guardrail of the bridge is also carved with several stone lions of different shapes, the stone lions are lifelike and extremely cute.

In the afterglow of the sunset, I drank hot tea, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, and listened to the neighbors in front of the village slowly talk about the new bridge in my hometown. The old bridge can be walked as usual. But now the bridge is so convenient.

The next morning, I got up early and went to the bridge. At this time, the sun has not yet come out, and the sky will be bright. The heavy humidity of early spring casts a light veil on the bridge cage on the river. Walking on the bridge, I felt as if I had strayed into the Nine Heavens Wonderland. Standing on the bridge, the whole village is still immersed in dreams. But I vaguely remember that when I was very young, there were always women doing laundry by the river in the morning. Like their grandmothers, they carried a bucket to find a stone that was placed smoothly, rolled up their trouser legs, and squatted down to melt into the river. Pound and beat, rub a touch of dust, and rub a layer of years. It was a beautiful picture. But I know that this kind of laundry is very hard and tiring. Now, the women of the hometown don't have to go to the river to do laundry. In the new era of China, home appliances are becoming more and more common in the countryside. My hometown, this small water village, has also enjoyed the benefits that China has brought to the people in the new era. The statue of a woman in a raccoon dress by the river came from the Book of Songs. In the new era of China, there are no more raccoon girls by the river. They will live in the past.

The flowers are similar every year, the people are different every year, and the bridge in the hometown is also different. We will all be better in the new year.

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