The three -day time from the drowning soul is here.
At 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Zimei appeared by the moat and summoned the dead soul.
The dead soul came to her, bowed her head, and the resentment on her face was still strong.
"No found?" Yang Zimei asked. [
"This world is so ugly, and people are so hypocritical. I can't find anything that can move me or beautiful, except for one."
Yang Zi's eyebrows raised his brows, "Which one?"
"This morning, a little girl was sitting on her father's shoulders and standing on the bridge to see the scenery. I remembered that I was like this when I was a kid. My dad liked to push me on the shoulder and go shopping, saying that I was like a doll.
His beloved baby, oh ... "
Speaking, the dead soul covered his face and choked, "My parents have always loved me so much, but I died for the man who betrayed me, which caused my parents to die depressed and died."
"Is it worth it?"
"Not worth it."
The dead soul gritted his teeth, "When I think of this, I want to draw myself to death, I don't know how to cherish my parents' love, I should suffer every day now."
"indeed."
We often make such cheapness, hurt our parents for some outsiders, ignore our parents' love for ourselves, and feel that it is righteous.
The body is skin -skinned, and the parents who have suffered, and they are giving birth to themselves, so how sad are their parents who love themselves?
"There is only such a touch of heart?" Yang Zi glanced at her, "This is not enough. Give you another three days, find two more things that can move you, otherwise, even if you are over, you will be in the next life.
Will repeat this tragedy. "
"I can't find it. In this world, except for my parents' love for me, I think it is hypocritical." Said the dead soul.
"Try to put aside the prejudice, I'll come again three days later."
Yang Zimei turned and left, leaving the dead soul aside, recalling the various mistakes made by the parents because of the willfulness.
*
Back home, thinking of the remorse of the dead soul just now, Yang Zimei quietly stood in front of the parent's door.
In order to better ventilate and ventilate, their door is not closed.
Yang Zimei has arranged the Feng Shui array that is conducive to sleeping in their room, so that they can have comfortable sleep every night.
Mom Huang Xiuli leaned her head slightly on her father Yang Qing's shoulder, sleeping comfortably. [
The father's face also put aside the hardship of work during the day, and his expression relieved.
Seeing their quilt fell to the ground, Yang Zi eyebrows walked in, picked it up, carefully built them, watched them for a while, left, and went to other rooms to see the grandparents and brothers and sisters.
Seeing that they are all safe, since she is satisfied, she is a bit unsatisfactory.
I am always afraid of everything in front of my eyes, and I will be as dreamy, and then open my eyes, and I will return to the miserable situation in the last life.
Back in the room, she stood in front of the mirror, trying to see Lan Yaya who could see the dead soul that was still attached to herself.
It's a pity that nothing can be seen.
A little sighing, sitting in front of the desk, took out the three -color jadeite that had not been completed, continued to be carved, one by one, and poured all his nostalgia and love for his grandmother.
I hope that grandma can Fulu Shou.
The short interest of the mobile phone suddenly rang. Her heart was happy. When she picked it up, it really was the text message from Longtian.
"Sleep?"
"No, in jade carving."
"Okay?"
"Well, just miss you."
"I miss you as well!"
"Waiting for you back!"
"Well. I'm busy, good night."
"Good night."
The short interest rate of the phone ended, and the phone was in a quiet state, but her heart could not be quiet, and she missed his emotions, growing crazy like weeds.
[Because the system is upgraded, the book city often cannot synchronize in time, not to be updated, please forgive me, it will recover soon after a while]