The combination of black and white made the whole environment solemn all of a sudden, and I took Xiaomeng's hand and walked at her funeral, but the scene did not make me feel weird. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mom." Xiaomeng shouted, but she didn't see any feelings from the crying woman, which made her feel more aggrieved and scared, and she held my hand harder, she blinked her eyes harder, but the tears still couldn't stop flowing, I wanted to hug her, but she refused. "Dad, does that picture look like me?" She asked, trying to make her voice appear steady.

I knew she was telling me that I would be her only support in the future, but I was stunned by the name on her spirit card and couldn't extricate myself, her name was Shen Mengxi.

I chewed on these words over and over again, laughing at the 'surprises' that life had brought me.

A knock on the door interrupted my train of thought, and memories came to an abrupt end.

"Would you like to go out for a drink?" Liu Feng looked at the wine glass in my hand and quipped.

"What time is it?" As soon as I let go, the glass fell to the ground, but there was no expected shattering sound.

"You're still so fond of lying to yourself."

"Deception is also a protection."

"That's right, this world is true and false, the truth is more real, but no one can figure out which is true."

"You don't have to figure it out, just do whatever you want."

"What does wine taste like?"

"Sweet."

"Thank you" Liu Feng took the painting on the table and turned to leave, thoughtfully helping me bring it to the door, I didn't say thank you.

After tidying up the painting tools, I also left the room, the stairs still feel ancient, and there is a squeaky sound when I step on it, and when I walk out of the door, I find that it has sunset in the western mountains for some time, and the eighth prince has not come back, so the birdcage simply stayed in the editorial office.

"The old man chatted about the boyish madness, the left led the yellow, and the right caught the cang..."I don't know how to think of this tune again, and walked back to the residence with a hum.

I just don't know if the paintings at home have fallen into the dust, and whether the flowers in the vase are blooming red.