Chapter 291

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it's three days from the date of drowning.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Zimei appeared by the moat river and summoned the dead.

The spirit of the dead came to her, his head bowed, his face still full of resentment.

"Not found?" Yang Zimei asked.

"The world is so ugly and the people are so hypocritical, I really can't find anything that can make me moved or beautiful, except one thing." The way of the dead.

Yang Zimei raised her eyebrows, "which one?"

"This morning, a little girl sat on her father's shoulder and stood at the bridge to see the scenery. I remember that I was also like this when I was a child. My father liked to hang me on my shoulder and said that I was like a doll and his favorite treasure. Wuwu... "

Said, the dead cover face choked up, "my parents have always loved me, but I died for the man who betrayed me, which made my parents die of depression."

"Is it worth it?"

"It's not worth it."

The soul of the dead gnawed his teeth. "Thinking of this, I want to kill myself. I don't know how to cherish the love of my parents. I deserve to suffer like this every day now."

"Indeed."

We tend to be so mean, hurt our parents for the sake of some outsiders, ignore their love for themselves, and feel that it is natural for us.

How sad is it for parents who love themselves to suffer from their own injuries?

"Is there only one heart that touches?" Yang Zimei looked at her and said, "this is not enough. I will give you three days to find two more things that can make you moved. Otherwise, even if you exceed the limit, you will repeat this tragedy in the next life."

"I can't find it. In this world, except for my parents' love for me, everything else is hypocritical." Said the ghost.

"Try to put the prejudice aside and I'll come back in three days."

Yang Zimei turned to leave, leaving the ghost on the side, remembering the mistakes he made to his parents because of his willfulness when he was born.

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, I think of Yang's parents in front of her parents.

Their door was not closed for better ventilation.

Yang Zimei has arranged Feng Shui array in their room to help them sleep comfortably every night.

Mother Huang Xiuli put her head slightly against her father Yang Qing's shoulder, sleeping very comfortably.

And dad's face also put aside the day work hard tired, expression ease.

Seeing that their quilts fell on the ground, Yang Zimei went in, picked it up and carefully covered them. After watching them for a long time, Fang left and went to other rooms to see their grandparents, brothers and sisters.

Seeing that they were all well, her heart was contented, but a little insecure.

Always afraid of everything in front of you, will be like Epiphyllum dream, and then open your eyes, you will return to the miserable situation of the last life.

Back in the room, she stood in front of the mirror, trying to see LANYA can see the ghost of the last life still attached to her body.

It's a pity that you can't see anything.

With a slight sigh, he sat down at the desk, took out the unfinished three color jadeite and continued to carve it. He poured all his love and love for his grandmother.

I hope my grandmother can live a happy life.

The short message of mobile phone suddenly rings, her heart is happy, take it up to see, it is the short message that dragon comes day by day.

"Asleep?"

"No, jade carving."

"How are you?"

"Well, I miss you."

"I miss you too!"

"When you come back!"

"Well. I'm busy. Good night

"Good night."

After a short message, the mobile phone is in a quiet state, but her heart can not be quiet, miss his mood, as wild as weeds.

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