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During the three-day wake, it was raining continuously in Yungudu.

Peng Xiaoman's extraordinary rationality made the family, who were worried about him, gradually put their hearts into their stomachs.

Peng Junsong unexpectedly fell ill suddenly, and continued to have a low-grade fever of about 37 degrees.The doctor came to see him and said it was because of the changing season of the flu virus, but Peng Xiaoman thought it was because he had been swallowed up by the hope he was used to in the first half of his life.Ge Xiuyin gave him the motivation and direction to seek happiness and consummation, no matter how hard he was, he would grit his teeth and not collapse. With Ge Xiuyin gone, he felt at ease that Panasonic had already been deeply exhausted, healed his wounds in grief, and hid for such a moment of laziness in depression.

How does his father want to reminisce about the past few decades alone? He has no way to intervene, he can only do not interfere, do not disturb.

Ge Xiuyin's portrait was actually prepared early. Once at the beginning of the year, her physical condition took a sudden turn for the worse without warning. She went to the emergency room and was issued a critical illness notice. She didn't tell Peng Xiaoman.Fortunately, after getting through it and getting better soon, Ge Xiuyin felt that these things are impermanent, and some things need to be taken care of in advance.The photo studio package that Peng Junsong ordered on Meituan includes one full body, one half body, and one photo of the two of them together.

Ge Xiuyin's facial features are well-rounded, she traces her eyebrows, and puts on some foundation to lift her complexion, making her look very photogenic.Wearing a milky white shirt, with a natural smile on his lips, he took a half-length portrait, who would have known that this would actually be prepared as a portrait.Her mourning hall is set in the living room of her home, with a well-groomed long log table, two large waxes that are not allowed to be extinguished for three days, and there are no apples and pears on the old land, but white chrysanthemums on one left and one right.

Ge Xiuyin's warm and gentle color photo was placed on the table, and the black gauze was tied into flowers, which were coiled outside the frame.

Uncle Xiaoman was in charge of receiving relatives, friends and old friends who came to offer incense from time to time, and had to cover the wreaths placed downstairs with plastic sheets to avoid the rain.The work of sorting out the relics is left to Xiaoman's grandma and aunt.Peng Xiaoman squatted and watched quietly, and he decided to send out the small things except clothes, whether to send them away on the day of the funeral, or not to keep them with him.

"My eldest sister has a whole box of pens, the tips are all split, and none of them can write the outline." I found two or three photo albums, some silver jewelry, three or four handbags, and a pile of white paper filled with manuscripts. Aunt Xiaoman opened a tin box again with a "crash" and asked, "Do you want to keep Xiaoman?"

Peng Xiaoman took it and counted it, there were more than 20 hero cards, a whole bunch of hero cards.He shook his head and handed the box back: "Farewell, it's useless."

"Keep things for thinking, not for use." Grandma Xiaoman slowly folded the winter clothes left by Ge Xiuyin one by one, without leaving any wrinkles and lines, and kept them high. "Keep this sum , to urge you to study, to remind you that your mother used to be a literate person who used to write and eat, and she hopes you will study hard."

Aunt Xiaoman's eyes were still swollen, but she was amused by her in-laws' aunt who couldn't come to him all the time: "Xiaoman must have something, auntie."

Grandma grabbed Peng Xiaoman's wrist, and then patted the back of his hand.

"It's still a box." Aunt Xiaoman was padding the mat, scratched the top of the wardrobe, and felt something: "It's very heavy, let me take it down and open it."

Peng Xiaoman stood up and reached out to pick it up, then lowered his head and blew on the thin layer of dust on the lid of the carton.Open the lid of the box, and the contents inside are all in order, and there is nothing unusual: the bottom is covered with old medical records from past visits; Peng Xiaoman's birth certificate, the only child honor certificate, and graduation photos The papers and transcripts of the certificates and transcripts were bundled into a small pile; dozens of letters written by Peng Junsong to Ge Xiuyin were bundled into a small pile with their marriage photos and marriage certificates; A silk scarf with a chain, which sold for 80 yuan in those days, was picked up by Peng Xiaoman for a hairpin with a large rhinestone.

On the top were Ge Xiuyin's own college graduation certificate, diary, and a single photo of him standing in front of the university with a bachelor's cap on his head.

To put it a little hypocritically, Peng Xiaoman felt that her mother's entire life had been opened up, and all her breath and voice rushed up in an instant.

"I'll keep this—"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't help it anymore, my head seemed to explode suddenly, there was a strong stimulation in my nasal cavity, and my stomach was churning.Peng Xiaoman put down the box, raised his legs and ran into the bathroom, bowed his head while supporting the sink and retched, all he vomited was acid water, and after he finished vomiting, he closed his eyes and panted.

There was nothing wrong with it, Peng Xiaoman himself knew that it was an extreme physiological reaction of being sad to a certain extent.He used to watch Ang Lee's "Brokeback Mountain". After Jack Ennis went down the mountain and parted, Ennis knelt under the wall with his head down and retched.Ennis was more of a man, humming and hitting the wall with his fist, but Peng Xiaoman didn't dare to hit the mirror with his fist.

Peng Xiaoman looked in the glasses, he couldn't sleep, he was very mournful.

In fact, he had the idea of ​​wanting to die in the past two days, but it stopped as soon as a touch of water was touched, and it lasted for an instant.Especially at night, when Peng Junsong was recuperating in bed and Li Yuan stayed in a hotel and was not by his side.That kind of important things will eventually go away one by one and feel at a loss, like popping up a balloon, filling up Peng Xiaoman little by little.

When the bad things go in, the original things will be squeezed out, leaking out of the soles of the feet and forming a puddle.

For example, grandma is in good health, and I hope she can live a long life in Hehai; for example, his father will be able to relax when he unburdens, he is good-looking and educated, and he can find another rich and rich female entrepreneur to partner with; For the college entrance examination, after the exam, go to the fucking test papers, newspapers and evening self-study, waiting to embrace college life; for example, the little nephew is still young, so cute; for example, the beef noodles at the back of the school didn’t eat enough; for example, U2 might release a new product this year. single.

For example, he doesn't want to be separated from Li Yuan at all.

Holding these examples, Peng Xiaoman cried bitterly in his heart, beat his chest and stomped his feet, sat on the floor and wailed exaggeratedly, calling "Mom" like a mindless preschooler being forced into a nursery.These visions have no place to rest, and I don't know what to do.

It becomes boring, and I no longer have the mood to cultivate and nurture, to convey rain, dew and sunshine.

Aunt Xiaoman followed into the toilet with a glass of white water, patted Peng Xiaoman's skinny shoulders, and expressed pity with tears on her face: "Xiaoman, you have to cry, if you don't cry, it will hurt your body... It's fine if you cry, it's okay if you cry. It's comfortable, you're like this..."

It's really not pretending, it's too early to pretend to be a cool boy, and it's not Li Yuan's aggressiveness.

But I can't cry, because it's stuck in my throat, and the acid water comes up instead.

Maybe because of heart disease, I have been warned not to get excited.As a result, for so many years, I have been quietly protecting my emotions according to my words, and my excited reaction seems to have been removed from the list, and it is difficult to mobilize at this time.Like a detached abbot who has settled down, he looks like he's getting old before he gets old.

"Thank you, aunt." Peng Xiaoman picked up the water glass with a hoarse voice, drank a big gulp, raised his head and gurgled, then bowed his head and spit it out.He raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and rubbed his sore and swollen eyeballs: "...If you can't cry, crying hard will hurt your body, and it will waste your throat."

"Go back to your room and sleep for a while. Your uncle and I will watch over."

"Aunt." Peng Xiaoman raised his head and asked, "That ticket for my classmate."

"Ah." Aunt Xiaoman wiped off the water on her face and nodded, "Your uncle bought it, the first-class seat from Yungubei to Qingyinan, it's [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, there's a problem with the time, the next Zhixing train ticket , you can go to the above to change the sign yourself.”

"Well, thank you aunt, then I'll go to the hotel to find him later, you don't have to worry." Peng Xiaoman stepped forward and hugged her.

Li Yuan temporarily went to the shopping mall next to the hotel and bought an all-black oversized lapel shirt.Li Yuan put on the autumn clothes underneath and put on her upper body, but she was still shivering from the cold.Li Yuan definitely had to wear it on the day of the memorial service. Li Yuan was glad that he hurriedly followed Peng Xiaoman away from Qingyi, so he put on a pair of black Vances, wearing flowery ones, and had to buy shoes separately.

Rubbing her arms and putting on her thick coat, Li Yuan picked up the phone in her pocket, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said, "Yes, you're here? 608."

He threw off his slippers and put on Vance, hopped on one foot, pulled out his room card and ran out.

Tap on the elevator button, look at the numbers on the screen, jump to six doors, and Peng Xiaoman comes out of the elevator.

In a very tacit understanding, they didn't open their mouths to say anything, but opened their arms and stepped forward to hug each other tightly.

There may be some changes in a day or two, but Li Yuan hugged Peng Xiaoman's shoulders, and still felt that he had lost a lot of weight. The bean sprouts that were originally plump now became thinner and thinner. Mung Bean Sprout, the heart ached to death; Peng Xiaoman found the source of warmth, aimed at the socket and put it in, buried his head in Li Yuan's shoulder to breathe, as soon as he tried to relax the tensed muscles all over his body, he felt his bones ache.

His channel, his light, his male ticket.

These words, undeniably, are still beautiful.

It's okay, you have to be strong, cry and cry, this kind of bullshit comfort standing on the commanding heights is as pale as a piece of crisp paper, Li Yuan doesn't say whether the eggs are useful or not.He rested his chin on the top of Peng Xiaoman's hair, stroked the back of his head from top to bottom, and tightened his arms as hard as he could, not shying away from strangling him.

It wasn't until Peng Xiaoman's chest puffed up obviously, and he let out a long sigh in his ear, that Li Yuan relaxed her strength, and gave him a comforting kiss on the cheek.

"have you eaten?"

Peng Xiaoman shook his head.

"I haven't eaten yet, why don't you accompany me to eat something, if you don't want to eat, don't eat, okay?"

"Eat." Peng Xiaoman rubbed his nose, "I threw up again, I'm hungry too."

It was not lunch time, and it was raining again, and the streets of Yungu were deserted and wet.Turning into Huimin Alley, small stalls and hawkers lined up, and the steam was spreading, Li Yuan took Peng Xiaoman into the braised chicken and rice restaurant.The boss puts a mirror in the cubicle to read this morning’s morning newspaper, listens to the doorbell, rubs his head up and rubs his apron, and speaks an old saying: "Hey, what do you two eat? Braised chicken, braised pork ribs and braised pork There are pig's trotters."

The pronunciation system is still in the normal range, and Li Yuan can understand, "Medium yellow braised chicken." Turning around, he asked Peng Xiaoman, "What about you?"

"I also serve yellow stewed chicken." There were no other customers in the shop, so Peng Xiaoman opened the bench and sat down, "Let's go."

Peng Xiaoman is a different dimension, with a dumb voice and drooping eyebrows, at this moment, it is quite unreliable for him to open his mouth and open his mouth to make a nasty accent.

"Is Uncle Peng feeling better?"

"No, I've been having a low-grade fever, but it's nothing serious. It's due to psychological reasons." Peng Xiaoman took two sets of hygienic chopsticks.

"Does your throat hurt?" Li Yuan took two bottles of soy milk from the incubator, opened them with a "bang bang", and inserted a straw in each, "If it hurts, it may be a burn, go see a doctor."

"It doesn't hurt, it's dumb." Peng Xiaoman propped his forehead and closed his eyes, "Burn?"

"When you vomit, you will reflux acid into the esophagus, which can easily burn your throat."

Peng Xiaoman gave a sleepy thumb: "... Li Baike."

Li Yuan grabbed his hand and held it, "Show me your knee again."

Peng Xiaoman didn't open his legs, "Don't roll my pants, it's too cold, anyway, it's still bruised, and it only hurts a little when walking."

"Then are you leaving?"

"Then I can't fly either."

"You can stay at home honestly, call me, and let me find you."

Peng Xiaoman was silent for a while, "I'm looking for a reason for you. It's true to come out to breathe. I feel my mother's shadow everywhere when I stay at home. It's not talking about ghost movies, but... shit, anyway, I just stay at home. Feeling sick, always wanting to vomit." Looking up at Li Yuan, she pursed her lips: "Seeing you makes me feel better."

"I'll stay with you at the wake tonight."

Talk to you, and watch over your mother with you.

"Farewell." Peng Xiaoman shook his head, "I have booked a high-speed rail ticket for you at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. You should go to bed early, so as not to miss the train."

"Who asked you to decide?"

Peng Xiaoman was not happy to hear him, pursed his lips, "I let me decide, why do you still want to curse?"

"I'm sorry." Li Yuan is very used to saying sorry to Peng Xiaoman, but she doesn't do this to anyone: "What about you?"

"Not sure, at least I have to take care of everything after the memorial service."

"Then I wait for you."

"Don't make fun of me, brother." Peng Xiaoman stroked his tiger's mouth, really amused, "Old class will come here as long as he knows the location of an atomic bomb, and a round of review is about to start, what's wrong with him if you want to die ?”

"I want to say that I have asked him for leave?"

Peng Xiaoman opened his mouth, "He, he didn't want to eat you alive?"

"Angry is anger." Li Yuan recalled the thunderous false call this morning, and her eardrums ached. Take care of your emotions, protect your body, and don't get excited."

"Aren't you fucking afraid that he will find out that something is wrong between us, brother?"

"It was he who started the problem between us."

"how?"

"Why do you think I drove you to and from school by bicycle? Do you think I have the fault of being a driver for others?"

"Co-author, you were still a pusher at the time, so I said it's okay to be so attentive." Peng Xiaoman tilted his head and stared, "What good did the old class give you?"

"That's right, Xiao En Xiao Hui."

Li Yuan is not sure about the outstanding students in the province who have the opportunity to be recommended, and she doesn't want to tell him yet.

"Xiao En Xiaohui can bluff you, why don't I believe it at all?" Peng Xiao simply buried his face in his palm and rubbed it, and didn't intend to ask in depth, "Moving China, let's start this year, change your own next APP, Enter your ID number."

"Here! Two medium servings of yellow braised chicken are carefully scalded." The boss brought two sizzling shallow casserole pots and put them on the table, with two plates of crispy radishes as a bonus. Just one word will do."

Peng Xiaoman loves coriander and loves green peppers too much. After Li Yuan was with him, he only found out by chance when they went to the cafeteria for dinner together.Seeing a few green hob pieces dotting the chicken, Li Yuan took the chopsticks and stuffed everything in Peng Xiaoman's bowl silently into her own.

"Li Yuan."

Even the outlines of Li Yuan's eyebrows and eyes were soft and gentle through the layer of white heat.

"Ok?"

"Why am I so afraid?"

Li Yuan stopped her chopsticks and heard Peng Xiaoman staring at the table and continuing to say: "My mother died suddenly from cardiac arrest, which is not something normal people would do."

And I just might.

The rain did not stop on the day of the funeral, and the fine rain did not penetrate into the solemn darkness of Peng's house.The night before, Peng Xiaoman tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all. He lay on the small sofa in his bedroom, listening to his father rolling over in the next room, coughing and suppressing soft sobs, while talking on the phone with Li Yuan all night.Li Yuan fell asleep on the way, and Peng Xiaoman hung up after listening to his steady breathing for more than ten minutes.

Within 5 minutes, Li Yuan called back and explained in a husky voice, "I accidentally fell asleep on my back. Where did I just say that? Continue."

"..." Peng Xiaoman glanced out the window, covered his head and face with the quilt, "I don't remember either, whatever."

The Peng family and the Ge family have a relatively high level of education, and the population is not prosperous.Grandma Xiaoman raised a son and a daughter, and Grandma Xiaoman only gave birth to Peng Junsong in her whole life, so among those who participated in the memorial service, not many people wore filial cloths on their cuffs.Most of them were students and colleagues of Peng Junsong University, and they were distant relatives and old friends of Ge Xiuyin. They all wore white silk flowers on their chests and held umbrellas of various colors. They surrounded the bus and waited for the funeral home. Guidance arrangements for internal ceremonial reception.

Peng Junsong, who had not yet recovered, was silent and pale by his side; Peng Xiaoman held the portrait in his hands according to the rules, and was wearing a short black woolen coat, nodding awkwardly, coping with the pity and greetings that flooded in front of him, long short, thick The light ones, the crying ones and the laughing ones, the distracted ones.

Li Yuan held an umbrella outside the crowd, side by side with the little grandma who was wiping tears.Li Yuan opened the tissue in her pocket and handed it up. The old lady pursed her lips and said thank you. After wiping it off, she sighed and shook her head, staring blankly at the wet ground.

She had been staring at Peng Xiaoman all the time, until she caught a glimpse of a tall young man with outstanding temperament, Li Yuan was distracted.

Xian Yiting, Qiyuan Art Examination Hall of Fame, the second one in the country in Liying.

The profile of the young man was ups and downs, but very gentle, and he had the same ridiculously high nose bridge as Li Yuan.He has a tall and straight figure and a good manner. He only needs to stand there in dark clothes, and people can see his dancing skills. He is eye-catching and dignified. He has a star flavor before graduation.But it doesn't look like it's gay.

Xian Yiting lowered his head, and slowly said something to Peng Junsong, who was laughing forcefully. Peng Junsong nodded in response, and patted his shoulder which was much taller than his own.Peng Xiaoman looked up at Xian Yiting with a strange and curious look, but after a while he noticed Li Yuan's gaze, turned his head, and the eyes of the two merged out of nowhere in the rain.

Li Yuan was very out of place and a little jealous.

The mourning music team was late with a trumpeter, and Li Yi didn't even call three times to get him. After waiting in the rain for half an hour, Li Yi bowed and apologized, and at the same time angrily redeployed another staff.The conductor raised his hands, and the mourning and music together, the heavy tone became a strong catalyst for negative emotions, and different cries and sobbing immediately surrounded Peng Xiaoman's ears, hanging forward, and surrounding him.

Enter the condolence hall through the main entrance in turn, surrounded by wreaths, Ge Xiuyin lying quietly in the center, surrounded by green plants with yellow and white chrysanthemums and broad leaves.Her body was brand new, her makeup was heavy, and her lifeless spirit was revealed from the corners of her eyes and brows.The first time Peng Xiaoman saw Ge Xiuyin was not grief, but a moment of physical fear and nausea.When Ge Xiuyin's past voice and appearance came to mind again, and he made contact with the person lying in front of him, a heavy soreness suddenly appeared in his nose, his teeth trembled, and his heart began to throb with sharp pain.

It was like gouging out meat, so when Peng Junsong bowed three times after reading the obituary, Peng Xiaoman vaguely expected the reaction of Peng Junsong falling headlong.What made me sad afterwards was that I stretched out my hand too carelessly and broke the portrait of Ge Xiuyin in my arms in front of everyone.

The huge chimney of the funeral parlor emits light gray smoke all year round, blowing the encounters, sorrows, loneliness and reincarnation of many people over the city, and then drifting with the wind.The rain in Yungu increased the humidity of the air, and the smoke was much softer.Cremation also needs to be numbered. On a certain day, people rush to die together, and sometimes they cannot be burned.Simply because Uncle Xiaoman knew a little way around, he stuffed money and cigarettes in advance, and put Ge Xiuyin into the furnace first through the back door, so that the last thing shoveled into the box would not be mixed with other people's ashes.

Peng Junsong was blocked by his relatives and friends from the waiting hall, and the only ones who could enter the combustion chamber to watch were Uncle Xiaoman and Peng Xiaoman.

The fireman pushed Ge Xiuyin's sleeping coffin in and closed the door.The man's face was unpopular, and he asked Peng Xiaoman coldly, "May I ask what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"It's my mother."

After a few days, the word "mother" suddenly became unfamiliar, and the word "mother" became awkward, which made Peng Xiaoman's scalp numb and his heart flustered.

"Are you still in school?" The fireman waved at Uncle Xiaoman, "Just come in with me and move in. We advise our children not to come in. Go out and wait in the waiting hall outside. Ashes return to dust, and people leave. It’s like this, let’s keep a pretty look.”

"That--"

"Xiao Man wait outside, take care of your father." Uncle endured his voice trembling, "Come on, come here and take another look."

Peng Xiaoman was rooted in place and couldn't move.

"It's gone once you go in."

The fireman waved his hand and silenced his voice, signaling that it was not good to say that.Peng Xiaoman remained stubbornly still, looking down at his pale palms.

"Then go in, there are still people queuing behind." Uncle Xiaoman patted the eaves of the coffin lightly, bowed his waist, and sighed with a hoarse voice in a low and low voice: "We will see you next time, let's go." All right, sister!"

Not even exiting, the cremation room was separated by a closed door.Peng Xiaoman just walked through the cool breeze, kept upright in the aisle filled with mysterious smell, stood still, suddenly a small theater with a size of one inch appeared in his mind, showing one after another, describing Ge Xiuyin's past frame by frame .

The black-and-white film machine let him transfer to Qingyi Lugao in his second year of high school. Ge Xiuyin packed two boxes full of luggage for Peng Xiaoman, and scolded Peng Junsong for the first time. At that time, Peng Xiaoman thought, the distance is close It is freedom in disguise; he let go of his first wet dream in junior high school, he was so ashamed that he was at a loss what to do, in the morning he squeezed his dirty underwear and went to the toilet to sell the stolen goods, and was bumped head-on by Ge Xiuyin who was brushing his teeth. At that time, Peng Xiaoman thought, what in life? , but don’t fill in your parents all the time; the happiest thing about letting him go in elementary school is that Ge Xiuyin can’t attend the final parent meeting because of work, so he won’t be dragged by her for three days without a break; let him start small class, Yishui'er's radish heads clasped the door frame and howled for their parents, even though they were cool and didn't hum, but Ge Xiuyin was very worried, hid under the wall outside the kindergarten, stretched her head silently, and couldn't bear to leave after looking at it for a long time.

At that time, Peng Xiaoman noticed it at a glance, and seemed to think, what are you looking at, let's go; but this time, Ge Xiuyin really turned around and strode away, never looking back again.

About half an hour later, Uncle Xiao Man came out holding a small box covered with a black cloth as if in a daze, his hands shaking like a sieve, "Hold it, Xiao Man."

In the hand, the walls of the box are still warm, and the warmth is pressed into the palm of the hand, and then slowly dissipates.

Li Yuan put away her umbrella, shook off the raindrops and got into the taxi. Peng Xiaoman said to the driver, "Go to the south gate of the Municipal People's Court", and held his hand under the seat.Peng Xiaoman leaned on the steam-covered car window to answer her grandma's phone call, closed her eyes and nodded softly, saying yes over and over again.Li Yuan held his index finger and middle finger tightly, watching the misty sky in Yungu through the car window.

In the human organ organization meeting room of the Municipal People's Hospital, a very lush "tree of life" is painted on the clean white wall. The names and dates of death of patients who donate their organs here are neatly printed on paper stickers. It looks like a fragrant fruit in the crown of a tree, with a row of black letters in italics on the top: Love is the only thing we can take with us when we die. It can make death so easy, and it originated from Alcott.

When the director of the organ transplant center opened the door and came in, Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman stood side by side by the wall and looked over one by one, holding hands.I was taken aback for a moment, then came back to my senses, "coughed", "Hello, both of you, come and sit down."

The director gave a brief feedback on the situation, concealed his name, and said that the liver donated by Ge Xiuyin was successfully matched to a patient with advanced liver cirrhosis in the hospital. The transplant operation was performed only a few days ago. It was very successful, without rejection, and his life continued. day will be healed.The director closed the notebook, and handed the bunch of fresh red donor certificates to Peng Xiaoman's eyes with both hands.

Once unfolded, there are two or three short lines: Ms. Ge Xiuyin's family, Ms. Ge Xiuyin made a promise before her death that she is willing to donate her liver and cornea after her death for scientific research and clinical needs, benefiting patients and benefiting society. This kind of noble humanity The spirit of dedication to communism will always be respected and praised by the people.

When using a huge mind and background to reflect death, death itself actually becomes more intuitive and clear.Li Yuan caught a glimpse of Peng Xiaoman's hand shaking up and down suddenly, and closed the certificate with just one glance.

"Trouble you for making a special trip, really." The director stood up, shook hands with Peng Xiaoman, and bowed to him: "Thank you, I express my deepest respect."

Li Yuan was glad that Yun Gu's rain stopped in time. Holding an umbrella, he followed closely behind Peng Xiaoman and silently accompanied him for ten kilometers in the city, not knowing if he was going in circles.Yungu's high-rise buildings, commercial streets, and school districts, Yungu is located in a few blue-green low mountains in the city, and Yungu has several small western buildings with the relics of the Republic of China. The moat, from the bright sky to the evening dusk.

How painful is life and death?

Li Yuan had died of her grandfather, her fourth uncle, and barely made up another one. Li Xiaoxing had induced labor and died of a shapeless little sister.But those are just powerless that can be described, life and death are fate, nothing can be done.There is a lot of being influenced by the atmosphere of heartbreak, which gave birth to emotional meaning.They are all crying, so I can’t help but cry, stressful grief, the most immediate sorrow, it’s not worth mentioning, it doesn’t affect falling asleep, nor does it affect eating when hungry, I took off the black armband and turned my back to sneak a tear , according to be able to open black game rankings.

And Peng Xiaoman, who stopped on the Liufang Bridge, looked indescribably in pain, almost unable to breathe smoothly.The rain clouds dispersed, and the sky was full of clouds and clouds, rendering from the sky all the way to the top of the head and then going away in another direction.Unusual weather always seems to be a harbinger of ulterior motives.

She sobbed twice quickly, hot tears fell, and the gray tears rolled quickly down her chin into Peng Xiaoman's collar. Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and stood over without saying anything.Within a few seconds, Peng Xiaoman's whimpering turned into a wailing against the crimson river.It was so loud that passers-by were worried and turned their heads frequently, worrying whether the boy turned over and was about to jump off the bridge.

Peng Xiaoman's sudden mourning affected Li Yuan, making him shed tears as if he felt the same way.

His mind flashed through Peng Xiaoman's iPod, and he occasionally hummed it, a passage from Mariah Carey's "Bye Bye". , day and night I wish I could talk to you for a moment, miss you like a wave, but I try not to cry.

It's too late, and you are indeed in a better place.