Chapter 1180

"They have already got their ID card, only one wedding is needed I don't know why it was set, but Hua Zhi said later that she was waiting I don't know who to wait for. Maybe it's the missing Hua Qing. " Where can river flow think of, Hua Zhi waits, wait with him actually, it is the same person.

However, the Mengpo soup given by the Pluto is so powerful that the river cannot remember the woman she once loved.

"Son, it's snowing season again. Take me to meizhuang's plum blossom and your Aunt Li tomorrow if you have time."

"Meizhuang?" Once again, it's like electricity in the river. Yes, something flashed by.

"Are you busy forgetting?"

Mrs. Jiang looked at her son. She lost her mind for a moment. It seems that she is easy to lose her mind recently. Her eyes are dull. This is something the river didn't have before.

The river flows back and shakes its head.

"It's OK. I haven't been there for a long time. I forgot about it. OK, I'll drive you tomorrow."

Mrs. Jiang is not in good health. In order to make her mother happy, the river has put aside her work.

However, there is no difficulty in work. Wu Nan thought he would leave his father and live in Jiangcheng.

However, Wang Junxian and Jiangliu, together with Qin, Wan and Yu, have already overwhelmed them.

At present, Fahrenheit is heavily indebted. Every day when he has a meeting, he will scold his staff for being a pauper. When he comes back to the house, he will scold Chuntao for being useless waste.

Hu Xiao, the only one with a bit of brain, was sent in by the river. With several charges added, Hu Xiao must have been unable to come out, starting at least five years ago.

Wu Nan visited several times, but was refused by Hu Xiao.

He knew that Hu Xiao was angry that he was unable to bail her out, so that she was directly sentenced to five years in prison.

In the morning of the next day, Jiang Liu did what he said and took his mother to meizhuang.

If my mother doesn't mention it, the river will forget its own private territory, the red plum forest.

Aunt Li and his wife are very happy. They have been chatting with Mrs. Jiang all the time and have made a delicious farmhouse for Jiangliu's mother and son.

Jiang Liu, wearing a long black cashmere coat and deerskin gloves, went to the back mountain alone.

In fact, he was ordered by his mother to take down a plum blossom and bring it home for a few days.

When picking plum, the river was accidentally rowed

At the moment when the pain came, there were countless broken pieces in his mind again, just like a small movie.

"Like it or not?"

"I know you'll like it, so I won't waste my time running through the snow and wind."

"Don't be such a fool later."

"Don't be silly, you can be happy, you can be happy, you can be happy."

These voices of his conversation with a woman are frequently heard, and the Buddha is still echoing, constantly expanding in his mind.

"If you don't get it, I will be happy. Even if you record a small video for me, I will be happy. Mr. Jiang and I are easy to meet."

"It's OK. All I do for you are voluntary. I have a sense of achievement and existence. At least my husband is no longer useless. "

"Don't lie, you're not."

Jiangliu holds a plum blossom, regardless of the blood flowing from the wound, squats on such a thick snow, and suddenly feels heartache is not good.

Who is the familiar voice, the warm voice, the person talking with him?

What did he forget? Why does the heart ache so suddenly?

Who? Can he pick plum for her on snowy night?

Is it his wife? But he has never been married. He checked his files in the Civil Affairs Bureau and found someone to investigate everything. There is no one around him. What's the matter?