Chapter 1608

Digression: Guyu is over. Now it's Sangyu.

Because sang Yu is the most special existence in the whole book, I want to write her in the first person.

Brother?

"Song, there is a person, she We're going to drive... "

The woman and I looked at each other. She saw me come out of their car and screamed like an alarm.

Why didn't you read your face?

Isn't she reading the book of changes?

She looks ok, but I don't like her face.

The woman lying in the arms of a man, is facing me.

Yes, it's already downtown. I opened the door and went out.

Life is short, why can't you live with yourself?

I never waste time on meaningless things, such as loving someone who may not love me in my life.

But it's just almost, because at a certain moment, a certain second, I saw that he shed tears for his dead wife, and suddenly lost all interest in him.

For example, I met a handsome man, Nan Huaijin, who almost moved me completely.

But there are more handsome men in the world.

That man is a little handsome.

Oh, men and women in love.

There was no one in the car. I got up from the car and saw a man and a woman outside the car. The woman was the one who read the book of changes just now. Lying in the man's arms was like a snake without bones.

Finally fell asleep, the car suddenly stopped, and then I woke up.

Softhearted this kind of thing is really very bad, let me lose myself.

To be exact, I've done it, but in the end I'm soft hearted again.

I don't know if she is angry with me, because in the end, I still can't do it to Wei Lan.

But I didn't meet her once, and she didn't even dream to me.

When I was in Canada, I couldn't sleep at night. I was not afraid to sleep in the small house where I used to live with my mother. Even if my mother suddenly appeared in front of my bed one day, I would warmly invite her to come and sleep with me.

I fell asleep in such a noisy environment.

I lay down and went on sleeping, and by the way, two groups of paper towels blocked my ears, but it was no use at all. Her voice was still chattering into my ears.

I can only see the back of her head, black long straight, wearing a black lace dress, looking from the back, her figure is quite graceful.

A woman who loves to read the book of changes, I can't help but stand up and look at her.

"I'm reading the book of changes recently, and I'm really broad and profound in Chinese culture. I can't help but ponder a little bit."

"Do you know that?"

"There are two willows beside my aunt's tombstone, which is a good sign that she will protect her children."

But the woman of the co pilot is too noisy. She has been talking to the people in the cab.

It's just the distance from the suburbs to the city. I can shut my eyes.

I'm a little sleepy. Just now, the sun was too big and I felt dizzy.

Soon someone got into the car, like a man and a woman. The man sat in the cab and the woman in the co pilot. There was no one in the back seat, so I lay down.

There was a Bentley on the side of the road. I opened the door and went in.

But I didn't drive. The cemetery was in the suburbs. I didn't even have a taxi.

"Why don't you run before your dad gets mad at you?" Thanks for the second sister-in-law's reminding me that I just ran away.

"I'm not as obedient as my second brother, and I'm not as ambitious as my big brother. Dad, did you call me back to enjoy my happiness, or did you ask me to work for you? "

My father cleared his throat behind me and said, "don't be idle all day when you come back this time. Go to Jiangbei branch to report tomorrow."

Out of the cemetery, the sun gradually disappeared, thunder rolling, as if it was going to rain, the weather changed, just sunny, now gloomy.

Second sister-in-law's white eyes are absolutely beautiful, comparable to miss Zhenzi, who is popular on the island.

The second sister-in-law pouted her big belly and helped me hold the umbrella. I refused with a smile: "I'm white and beautiful, and I can't tan. Second sister-in-law, take care of yourself!"

I stood in the sun and watched the staff of the cemetery paint my mother's tombstone with gold.

I buried my mother's ashes, burned a lot of paper houses and some fake jewelry.

After living in Jincheng for a while, I didn't get used to it. After I went back, I found that my mother was not used to it, so this time I came back with my mother.

I will forget all kinds of things when I was young, so I will regret that he was afraid of going to hell for a long time.

My father arranged such a high standard cemetery for my mother, not because of his conscience, but because he is old.Now, as long as you have money, the cemetery can also be a park.

My mother enjoys a small garden with green trees and bright flowers. At a glance, she thought it was beautiful to enter the national garden.

The cemetery my father chose for my mother should be at the top of Jincheng. This is a private place.

I'm really not afraid. If someone dares to steal my mother's tomb, I will certainly frustrate that person.

"Are you not afraid of being robbed?" Second sister-in-law said.

"This is my mother's favorite, and I'm going to replace it with a casket full of jewelry."

My father frowned slightly: "is the color a little brighter?"

I covered my mother's urn with a limited edition silk scarf instead of a black or red cloth.

Since ancient times, beautiful women love slag men, because they have means, they will slag, because they are handsome, they will slag, these seem to complement each other.

From my two elder brothers, we can see that my father was really handsome when he was young, but he was really a scum.

My dad picked me up at the airport, and my big brother and second brother.

When she looks up in the sky, she blushes.

I don't think so. My mother's life has been hard enough. I want to bury her.

I remember when my mother was dying, she suddenly woke up and told me that when she died, she would scatter her ashes into the sea and come and go quietly.

The blue sky outside the aircraft window is particularly blue, and the white clouds are particularly white.

As for my mother's death, even now I take her Urn from Canada to China for burial, I think my mother is still alive.

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But everyone may have several me, so it's better to find out which me is the real me.

After the summer solstice, I hope you will not be the first person readers.

They're brothers and sisters. Are they still cuddling?

Or is it to learn from the heroine in Bangzi's play, and call her lover oba?