Min Yuchen's voice gradually faded away, Bai Zhaozhao fell into the darkness, and slowly closed the corners of his eyes squeezed out a series of tears.
I had a question in my heart, even though I knew I would die at the age of 28, why did I tie the red thread to him at that time and deliberately said something that I would pester him for the rest of my life.
Song Yufei didn't want to say that she was sad and reciprocating. She said these four words, which seemed to mean that her sister-in-law was dead, and she could only hurriedly leave with Bai Zhaozhao who was asleep.
Leave a sentence, "Boss, take good care of your health."
As winter goes and spring comes, the superiors decide the places that suddenly fight affects natural disasters.
The cause and effect of this matter was written into the report by Master Yang and was entitled as a confidential file.
Min Yuchen was seriously injured and recovered from unlimited holidays. April has entered in a blink of an eye.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls.
There are a lot of people visiting graves on the Qingming Festival. On this day, the Min family went to visit Min Yuwen and his wife to secretly, for fear that Min Yuchen would be depressed again.
Min Yuchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked in the direction where the car left, and was lost for a long time.
They had a grave to lie on it, but he could only bury Nian Nian in his heart.
Everyone refused to mention his thoughts, letting him live with hope. He also knew his family’s worries, but he could not ignore the pain in his heart and could not act as if nothing had happened.
Tolu smiled and conveyed his words. Min Yuchen didn't know how many determination Niannian had made to say that. She was obviously a little jealous, but she asked him to try to get along when he met a good woman?
Niannian, I miss you very much, and I thought that I could no longer control myself and I was going to draw lines on the wall again.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the Min family fell asleep collectively.
Min Yuchen changed into light clothes and then walked out gently with his cell phone.
Instead of driving, he walked out of the compound.
The custom of Chinese people is to burn paper to worship the people who passed away during the Qingming Festival. This street is not a city area. Some people are burning paper at the intersection, which is set against the light and dark fire, and everyone is muttering something.
Min Yuchen stopped and watched them burn paper in a daze.
In a very far place, Han Zhihan was the one who brought the younger generation of the Eight Great Family to hide in the corner.
Gu Nan asked with some concern, "He is so late, what are he doing?"
An Peiyi felt sad again when she thought of her father.
When I learned that my mother had dedicated her soul to temper the Sword God, my father could not bear the blow and fell ill all of a sudden. The whole family was frightened at that time.
The fifth saint is here, I don’t know what I did. When my dad woke up again, I only remember that I had married my mom and died of illness less than two years after giving birth to him.
My dad can't remember what my mom looks like.
Maybe this is the best ending!
Although my dad forgot my mom, he will remember that a woman with selfless love is his mom.
"He must have missed him, so he came out for a walk!"
Qiao Zhichuan originally wanted to see the boss today, but when he looked up, he saw him standing on the second floor. Then he looked red and looked at the uncle of the Min family and his graves. At that time, he felt something was wrong with the boss. They organized seven or eight people at a young age to take turns guarding the Min family, fearing that Min Yuchen would do something stupid.
Seeing Min Yuchen stunned for a while, and then continued to walk forward, Zhu Xianju was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Han Zhihan, "Don't think that the tiger that was stupid is not a tiger." Min Yuchen was so cautious that they knew better than anyone else. If he chased him too close, he might be seen.
Today, not only was Zhu Xianju very surprised that Han Zhihan joined, but the others were also confused when they saw him coming, and once thought they were dazzled.
Han Zhihan always had a cold face and did not explain why he came. He just heard Da Qiao say that, and he joined in. After all, he was still worried about Min Yuchen.
As long as he thought of this possibility, Han Zhihan wanted to slap himself twice.
But after all, Han Zhihan can do, the only thing he can do is to keep his facial paralysis.
Min Yuchen didn't do anything else, but just bought all the paper money from several small markets on this street, bought another lighter, and a black water-based pen.
I asked the merchant to carry dozens of bundles of paper money to the quiet end of the street.
It is already past ten o'clock at night now, and although there are still two or three people burning paper, there are many fewer people than before.
Min Yuchen never thought that one day he would do something like this.
At the intersection, Min Yuchen sat on the ground, took a bundle of paper money, pressed a thick yellow paper money with one arm, and pinched a water-based pen with the other hand, lowered his head and bit off the pen cap with his teeth.
The eyes were frozen on the paper money, and the hands holding the water pen began to tremble at some point.
There was a mist in front of him. Recently, he seemed very fragile and wanted to cry at any time.
I held the pen tightly, and finally four big words fell on the paper money.
The fifth thought is collected.
It was still a bit cold on the night of Qingming Festival in the north. Min Yuchen wrote four words and almost used all his strength.
He took out his lighter, and his big hands trembled and fired, one, two, three...
After igniting the paper money with the "Fifth Thought Collection", Min Yuchen was stunned for a moment when he looked at the dazzling fire and the ashes floating in the sky after the paper money burned.
Seeing that the paper money in the brazier was about to burn, he filled in some more.
I remember Nian Nian once said that burning paper is also a matter of quality. You need three pieces at a time. The money to reach that world is not even, so he remembers that every time the paper money thrown into the brazier is three pieces.
Passersby frequently looked back at Min Yuchen, who was acting weird. Haven’t you seen anyone who would burn so much money at the intersection?
There are more than dozens of bundles, and they are neatly arranged, which is even more spectacular than the funeral.
Chapter completed!