Lihua looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your friend is not a ghost like Huahua, but..."

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "They are all gone."

The civet cat paused in its heart. It looked at Chen Changsheng and suddenly said something after a moment.

"Good man Chen?"

"Um?"

"Are you sad?"

"A little bit."

"Um."

Chen Changsheng looked at the civet cat and asked, "Why does the civet cat look sad too?"

The civet cat looked up at him and said, "I don't know. I can't be happy when I see you sad."

Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "It's okay."

Under the pines and cypresses.

Next to Mr. Qingshan squatted a tabby cat.

The wine bottle in the gentleman's hand is empty.

He looked at the grave in front of him and thought of many things, those few years and few friends.

It seemed like many things were moving away from him.

"Good man Chen."

"Um?"

"Will Mo Yu die?"

"meeting."

"Where's the raccoon flower?"

"Me too."

"What about you?"

Chen Changsheng looked at it and said: "Chen is no exception."

"oh."
Chapter completed!