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Chapter 1188: Weak Willow Fufeng (29)

"In this village, it is not easy to make some money. She always saves money from land and Chai Senlin. When I come, I give it to me. Later, I was seriously ill and didn't say it, for fear of spending money."

"When I received the call, I was confused... Grandma's departure made me even more depressed."

Xu Yanguan said hoarsely.

The old man spent a lot of savings to build this two-story house.

After leaving, the house was left for him.

I usually lock it up, and sometimes I come back to clean it.

Liu Fufeng said: "Just just finished the exam in my second year of high school, I received a call from my uncle. He told me that my mother sacrificed to save the person. She didn't notify me earlier, because she knew I was still taking the exam."

"When I arrived, I sent her the last trip. I saw grandma and the others coming, but... it was for the inheritance. I am not my mother's biological daughter. They feel that my mother cannot have children, which makes them embarrassed. They are unwilling to recognize me."

"The departure of relatives is always very sudden. Yanguan, when I come, I am destined to leave, a must-see journey in life. I will give her to her today. I will give her to her tomorrow, will anyone give me?"

She always seems particularly mature, and in the words of the teacher, she does not have the vitality of young people.

But no one is the same, so there is no need to force it. There should be something or not, there should be something different, and there are something different.

Xu Yanguan opened the door and accumulated dust for a long time, giving the character a sense of change.

"I won't send you it, I'm going to go with you."

Xu Yanguan's tone seemed plain and firm.

The boy was smart and experienced cruel blows and complex psychological struggles. He knew clearly what he wanted.

Always hide and escape, but in the end, you still have to face cruelty. The longer you hide, the more cruel the reality, the deeper the regret.

"Since we are here, let's find tools and clean up. Let's see, one morning, we should finish cleaning up, and in the afternoon, we will take a sickle to cut the weeds on the grave."

Willow Fufeng surrounds the surrounding road.

The old man built a house according to his own wishes. Although many people nowadays look down on such a house, in her heart, this is the best.

A house is the embodiment of home. Home is a harbor for wandering for half a lifetime, supporting the sky above your head and sheltering from wind and rain.

Xu Yanguan agreed with a smile: "Okay."

In the past, he came back to clean it once, and then left again. When he came back again, he was covered with thick dust.

Xu Shanlai was unwilling to face such a cowardly self, and he had never even come back here.

The room I entered on the first floor was used to store miscellaneous items. When I walked through it, it was my grandmother's bedroom, and there were three rooms on the second floor, one for him, one for him, and one for him to live in.

The sound of cleaning sounded, and Xu Yanguan turned around and looked at the busy Liu Fufeng, and his heart couldn't stop warmth.

Here, there is a smell of home again.

After cleaning for a while, Xu Yanguan went to rinse the pot and boiled some water to wash their hair and bathe them.

After a while of busyness, he always had to go and see Liu Fufeng.

He remembered that Liu Fufeng said she could not engage in long-term exercise. In fact, Liu Fufeng did take a break after doing it for a while.

In the afternoon, they went to the mountain together to clean Zhao Jinxiu's grave.

Xu Yanguan leaned against the grave and talked intermittently for a while.

"Mom, your son won't continue to be confused."

"Mom, I like Liu Fufeng. She is very good, really good. She and her mother are also pitiful people, and they were both hurt by that criminal."


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