"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

Ji Mianmian nodded, did not speak, closed the door.

Leng Ran was relieved. Since he promised to speak the lines tomorrow, should it be all right?

Leng ran back to Yan Qingsi and wind up voice wechat, telling her the situation.

Yan Qingsi would like to thank you for coming back. If he has time, please take care of him.

Leng Ran agreed.

He thought that it was all the neighbors who should be helped. He also remembered the moment when he opened the door, Ji mianmianmian's face was still wet with tears, his red eyes were swollen, and he sighed coldly. That little girl who smiles like the sun every day and looks like a sunflower would never come back.

Love hurts!

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Hearing the wind, Yue saw Yan Qingsi put down her mobile phone and asked, "how's it going?"

"Fortunately, Leng Ran said that he specially invited Mianmian to help him with his lines tomorrow. She agreed. I think It's not a big problem. "

"I told you, we always underestimate her. She is a strong girl."

Yue Tingfeng doesn't worry that Ji Mianmian will hurt herself first. The simpler the person is, the more transparent he is. Instead, he won't go to the top of his head and recognize the truth of death. As she said, ye Shaoguang leaves his life to her instead of letting her practice herself.

Yan Qingsi took a long breath and turned to lie on Yue Tingfeng's shoulder: "husband I've been thinking about one thing

Yue Tingfeng saw that Yan Qingsi's nails were a little long. He got up and went to her dresser and took a pair of nail clippers.

This dresser, which used to be the desk where he put the computer and occasionally came back to work, is now occupied by Yan Qingsi's cosmetics. Bottles and cans are placed on the table, which completely becomes her dresser. There is a group photo of them on the table, which Yue Tingfeng asked to wash.

As early as unknowingly, the life they came to was mixed together little by little, regardless of each other.

The table is a bit messy, but Yue feels warm when he listens to the wind. Isn't that the way home is?

If it's too clean and tidy, it's a hotel. Only in this way can it have the flavor of life.

He turned back and saw that their slippers were placed together, one big and one small, not very neat. A soft heart, lying back on the bed, half on the head of the bed, Yan Qingsi circle in his arms, picked up her hand, "what's the matter?"

Yan Qingsi chin against Yue Tingfeng chest: "Ye Shaoguang's body has not been found, how to do?"

Yue Tingfeng carefully cut off Yan Qingsi's long nails. "You mean to bury and erect a monument."

Yan Qingsi nodded: "yes, although people can't find them, then Is it going to set up a burial mound? "

No matter what, people can't evaporate like a drop of water.

Tombstone, tomb, this thing is actually to prove that this person has been to this world.

Yue listened to the wind and said: "it depends on Mianmian. It's estimated that ye Shaoguang doesn't want to inform anyone from the Ye family. Besides, ye Jiashu has fallen down and the monkeys are scattered. No one has been there for a long time, so it depends on Mianmian. If she wants to, we don't have to mention it. If she doesn't say it, it's I don't want to

To agree to set up a tomb is to admit that the person you like is dead, and to admit this is to give yourself a pain with a knife. Others probably can't understand the pain.

If Ji Mianmian never mentions it, she doesn't want to admit that she is dead. She hopes that he will always be there, even if unseen!

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