&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;Jing Qingran is reluctant, reluctant!

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;How can you be willing?

This is her son! &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; The umbrella slowly stood up from the ground and bowed respectfully to the two tombs.

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"Son, you have to be good, you must be well" Jing Qingran came out of Mu Zhengchen's grave, looked at the umbrella, and told him with tears in his eyes.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; Umbrella nodded, he always felt his mother talking to him, so he nodded at the wind.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;Jing Qingran floated to his side again, using the wind as his hand, gently stroking his head.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; At the time, Jing Qingran likes to rub his head the most.

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"Mom, can you hear me?" The umbrella said,

"I think the wind is gentle, like your hands." &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"Son, mom is right next to you." Jing Qingran looked at him kindly and smiled at him. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;The wind is like a spring breeze, and the breeze is intoxicating.

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"Dad, Mom, I'm really leaving." Umbrella again. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"Son, you go, but you have to remember to come and see me and your father more." Well clear and gentle.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; And ah, burn us more incense paper money, well, mom loves you.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; Jing Qingran almost leaned over to his face and kissed him.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;But it's all dead, so be bold!

.. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; Even though, my sons are in their eighties.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; Jing Qingran leaned over to his face and kissed him widely.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; When he was wearing an umbrella, Jing Qingran also loved to kiss his face.

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"Hmm" The umbrella seemed to feel soft on my face, like a spring breeze kissing my face, which was wonderful.

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"Son" Jing Qingran reached out to hug him again. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"Mom, why do I always feel that you are by my side? And, I feel like you're holding me," said the umbrella, and he was a little embarrassed.

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"Silly son, mom is hugging you!" Jing Qingran,

"I just kissed you!" &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; When he was done, Jing Qingran leaned over his face and kissed him again.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;I don't know, if Mu Zhengchen is here, will he be jealous when he sees this scene?

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;Really, after these children grew up, Mu Zhengchen didn't like Jing Qingran to get too close to these children, especially boys&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"Why, I feel like I've been kissed?" The umbrella reaches out and touches the face. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; It's really cute and cute.

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; He is worthy of being the son of Jing Qingran, even if he is over eighty years old, he is still so cute.

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"Son, don't doubt it, it's your mother and I will kiss you!" Well clear. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;No matter how many years have passed, Jing Qingran has always regarded him as his own son and his own treasure.

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"Mom, my son really misses you so much." Umbrella. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"I miss you too." Well clear. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"In the future, I will come to see you often, and Dad." Umbrella. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"My son is so good!" Jing Qingran was like this, his eyes wet with tears. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;Son, after this meeting, maybe in the future, we will never see each other again&nsp;&nsp; After this time, we will be separated forever&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; reluctantly, reluctantly, reluctantly!

&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp; Jing Qingran hugged him, tears turned into the wind, blowing his clothes bulging.

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"Why, it's so sad?" The umbrella burst into tears, muttering to himself desolate to the wind. The more sad Jing Qingran is, the more sad the umbrella will feel.

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"Mom," Umbrella shouted. &nsp;&nsp;&nsp;&nsp;

"Son, I'm here." Jing Qingran looked at him.