The rain passed through the green hills, through the mountains and forests, through the streets, and came to everyone who had no time to hide from the rain.

She leaned on the red sand vermilion wood and looked at the mist filling the green hills, the raindrops dripping crisply on the tiles, and the raindrops dripping on the mahogany but silently inhaling inside. She looked up at the carvings and small colored paintings on the canvas, distracting her attention, her pain was still there.

was cut off by a knife, and she grew back, and her father's eternal decay permeated somewhere, and her hatred was also pervasive day by day, I was afraid that she would not be able to control it herself, and she would cut it......

Another lamp was added in front of the Buddha, Zhang Ning pressed the written words and prayers under the lamp, and after the incense, she knelt seriously in Putian and bowed her head, tears flowed from her closed eyes.

Some outcomes come at an unequal price before they bear fruit.

People from all corners of the city lined up in a long line, bowing their heads to see off the car with black flowers on the way to the funeral home. Five cars, representing five people.

"Why didn't Daddy come back? He also sacrificed. Zhang Wanwan looked at the car driving away with red eyes, and asked her mother in a low voice.

After the pilgrims cast strange eyes and looked at Zhang Ning, who knelt down and kowtowed fiercely every step he took, some women couldn't look past it, and walked over and wanted to pull her up, but she refused.

There is no solution in reality, she can only find that solution in the spiritual world.

It's unfair, it's really unfair, I don't even have a complete body, and I can't take it back to the ground. She stumbled on the stone steps to smell the moss, and she gritted her teeth and stared at her teary eyes.

"Children don't cry, all the suffering and sickness in this world are not eternal, they will only be stranded temporarily, and they will be smooth after they have passed." An old man with short hair walked over and helped her hold an umbrella to wipe her tears.

After a gust of wind, the sun appeared, and beams of sunlight scattered without hesitation, shining on everything in this silent expanse of the earth.

"I'm tired, I'm tired. Don't drift yourself away, I'm going to send you home if I can. Hua Changfu panted out of breath and watched the raging fire burn through the wooden box. The wind suddenly became stronger, but slowly weakened, leaving only the breeze.

Hua Changfu is in the barren mountains and mountains where there is no one in a hundred miles, holding up a brand-new wooden box with one hand, wearing a flashlight on his head and slowly smoking a cigarette. He looked at the big tree behind him, and looked at the old tree that was quite old, it should be spiritual, right? If he had a spirit, he wouldn't be so lonely, would he?

Hua Changfu extinguished the cigarette, stood up and picked up a shovel to dig a pit in front of the tree. "Be here for the time being, there are still many pairs of eyes staring, and I'll send you home when I'm ready."

Zhang Ning lay on the dirt slope overgrown with grass and trees, looking at the flickering fire through the cracks. It was almost dawn, and Hua Changfu left out of breath.

After seeing him leave, Zhang Ning slowly stood up and walked out of the grass. He walked over and bowed to the small mound. "Dad, wait for me to take you home."

Zhang Ning returned to Qiangshan Town, climbed over the wall and climbed the window into his room, and saw his bank card in his pocket.

"Grandma, I've come to see you." Zhang Ning came to the tombstone and knelt down and put down the flowers that his grandmother liked when she was alive. "You know all about it, right? I'm sorry for you and me. On this empty field, the wind with a rustic flavor gently blows towards Zhang Ning from time to time.