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"Auntie, don't say it, I will come to see Xuemei every month in the future, she still has you and me."

Zhou Hongying looked up at the sky: "Xuemei, have you heard, except for your mother, someone has always remembered you, don't be sad, go with peace of mind." ”

Zhou Hongying looked up at the blue sky and said silently in her heart: "Zhang Xuemei, we have been friends for life." ”

Seeing that the paper money and silver ingots were about to burn out, Zhou Hongying suddenly got up: "New Year's painting, you accompany Xuemei here first, and I'll go back to get something." ”

Looking at the figure of Zhou Hongying leaving, the New Year painting finally unloaded everything and cried unscrupulously, this was the first time she was so sad when she came here, and she couldn't help crying.

"Xuemei, I'm going to tell you a secret, a secret that only I know and you know, in fact, I'm not from this world, I'm from another world, I don't know if I can go back......"

New Year's painting finally told her secret, in this life she thought she would rot this secret in her stomach, but for some reason she wanted to share it with Zhang Xuemei, not because she was already a dead person, but because she was her friend, a friend who wanted to treat her sincerely.

While waiting for Zhou Hongying, the New Year's picture told Zhang Xuemei's grave what she had seen and heard, just like chatting with her usual good friends, she looked at the piles of graves, many of which had stone tombstones, but Zhang Xuemei was alone except for a mound of dirt and graves.

"Xuemei, next time I come to see you and set up a monument for you, what do you want to write on the monument? You don't like the clichés of the old gossip, or I'll have someone mention an old poem for you, and I'll go back and think about using that poem, I guess you'll like it. I thought that instead of erecting a stone monument, let's erect a marble tombstone, okay? Nian Hua knew that no matter what he said, he would answer silently, and the girl lying on the ground would never speak again.

At this time, Zhou Hongying came with a wooden box, walked up to the New Year's painting and handed the wooden box in his hand to the New Year's painting.

"At this time, Xuemei prepared it for you with her own hands, and now she has no chance to hand it over to you herself, my mother must help her fulfill this wish."

The New Year's picture trembled and opened the wooden box, and there were two bright red silk flowers lying inside, and I suddenly remembered the scene of the two chatting under the big tree that day.

Zhang Xuemei said with a serious face: "New Year's painting, when you and your brother Jizhou get married, I will make two red silk flowers for you to wear on your head, and you will definitely be the most beautiful bride in the world at that time." I tell you, the silk flowers I make are very good-looking, there are often big girls in the village who want to get married, I have never agreed, you are the first bride I am willing to make silk flowers by myself, hehehe......"

The New Year's painting held the box of silk flowers and said to the tomb: "Xuemei, you really didn't lie, the silk flowers you made are really beautiful." I received your gift, I love it, thank you. ”

Zhou Hongying followed forward and stood beside the New Year's painting: "New Year's painting, when you get married, you must come and tell your aunt in advance, your aunt wants to watch you get married on behalf of Xuemei." ”

"Okay."

Under the sun, the golden light is scattered behind the New Year's paintings, as if Zhang Xuemei is smiling and blessing.

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After the New Year's painting came back from Sunset, her mood has been in a slump, Ye Zimei and Liang Shangkun briefly explained the reason, and both of them tacitly chose not to disturb her and let her self-regulate.

When dinner was almost over, Ye Zimei got up and took two letters and put them on the meal: "New Year's paintings, the postman delivered two letters at noon, look at what the letters say." ”