Chapter 1795

"My mother, my father is really closed?" Shennianmo finally asked what he always wanted to ask.

“…… Well. "

Forced laughter is like a balloon. Her son's casual words are like a needle to her. A little stab is dangerous to break.

It seems that the pain will spread anytime and anywhere, to drown her whole person

She forced a struggling smile and stood up: "go, read the stranger, let your mother see how your homework is!"

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Missing is like weeds. If it's a little bit exciting, it will be a disaster.

Let people want to get drunk to solve thousands of worries, want to use crazy sleep to anesthetize themselves, coax themselves.

But for Ning Xuemo, she can't do it, because she has a son, and she hasn't indulged her sad capital.

All the bitterness is in her heart. She tries to make herself busy and paralyze herself with busyness.

Just a little leisure, she will be distracted, long and long distracted, now she is looking at that bookshelf of books.

Almost all of these books were written by the God Jiuli himself, and any book opened was his free and easy handwriting in the condensation.

They are new and old, and the new ones are obviously prepared for the spiritual stranger, because the contents are completely aimed at his physical characteristics.

As for the old ones, they are placed neatly, including Buddhist scriptures, poison scriptures and medical scriptures There are many kinds of things.

A person's life is too long, and his kung fu is too high, which inevitably leads to some boredom. So what shenjiuli has learned is very miscellaneous, and his interest often shifts. When he learns a skill at its peak, he will write a summary and discard it. These books are his summary.

Shennian Mo is endorsing, Ning Xuemo will sit here and look at it casually.

In fact, she can't read anything in her present state of mind, but it's good to see his handwriting here.

She remembers watching you from the stars at that time. After the hero left, the heroine was crazy about missing him. She desperately sought out those who knew him and asked them to talk about him. She listened to him and cried over and over

At that time, she felt puzzled when she saw it. People left. Was it still useful to listen to those trivial things?

Now she finally understood that mood.

In fact, she also wanted to hear about God Jiuli from others.

Just like just now, she teased the mind and the stranger to talk, saying those things when he was with his father

It's not enough to listen once. I want to listen again

She can laugh when it's not funny. She almost tears when she smiles.

It's like hysteria!

Until the asked shennianmo was almost suspicious, she forced herself to stop and pretended to sit beside the bookshelf and read the books written by shenjiuli.

The sun outside is just right, and the bright light shoots into the house, casting a silhouette on the indoor people.

Such a fine afternoon, such a bright sunshine, if he is still

The heart hurts like a tear!

She clenched the scroll in her hand and bent down slightly, waiting for the pain to pass.

I caught a glimpse of a book in the corner of the bookcase, which was a little special. It seemed that it was often taken down to read.

What is the book that is often taken down by Jiuli?

She walked curiously, raised her hand to take the book, and felt something was wrong. This is not a book, this is a mechanism!

After all, she had been a spy, and she was not familiar with the breaking mechanism. She held the book a little while, and the bookshelf moved slowly to both sides, revealing one of the channels.