Chapter 194

Fifth, take your passport and certificate with you, and you can leave anytime and anywhere.

That afternoon, Mao Ji called and said that he would come around 9 o'clock in the night to make them ready.

Yi Mo's small face is still hanging a trace of helpless, looking at her mother's pale cheek, there are too many words to ask, but dare not ask.

Fifth read toward son to wave, "meaning ink, you come."

Yi Mo sat beside her, fat hands touched her mother's face, some wronged asked, "Mom, we leave really don't tell Dad?"

The fifth read suddenly choked, now as long as mention him, will be sad to suffocate, but in front of the child, she can't show anything, gently patted the small body of Yimo, "Yimo, mother has her own difficulties, when you grow up, mother ELO will sue you, but not now."

"I don't understand."

"Little guy, you just need to know that mom is doing it for Dad's good."

"Mom, I'm leaving. Can you tell Xuanqi?"

Chen Xuanqi is min Yuwen's son. According to min Yuwen's personality, sooner or later, he has to let the child recognize his ancestors. Telling him is tantamount to telling min Yuchen where he is. A little bit of embarrassment appears on his face. "Yimo, shall we contact Xuanqi in two years? Can't let them know where we are for the time being? "

Fifth, although Yimo still didn't understand, she couldn't see the sad expression on her mother's face and hugged her neck, "Mom, I won't say anything, no one will tell me. Don't be sad, OK?"

"I'm sorry for the fifth eye, I'm sorry for your disappointment."

Pink face across a trace of sadness, holding her mother's neck, crying eyes hazy, "it doesn't matter, as long as my mother is good."

Fang Yiluo carried the suitcase over her body. No one knew better than her. Why did she have to leave min Yuchen?

I remember that when she was ill, she wanted to put everything down and take care of herself. She could vaguely hear her chatting with another woman and heard a very important thing from their words.

Niannian can only live to 28 years old. She is covered with thorns and comes for the fifth. How can she let her die at the age of 28?

No, absolutely not.

He took a deep breath, recovered his former calmness, carried his suitcase into the door and said, "Yimo, don't rely on your mother. She's hurt. Have you forgotten?"

Mention injury, the fifth meaning Mo instantly awakened, immediately from the mother down, "Mom, do you still hurt?"

Fifth Nian shook his head, "it doesn't hurt."

"Niannian, you've been hurt. Can you help yourself if I'm not here?"

"Don't worry. I'll be looking for you in a few days. It won't be long."

Fang Yiluo sighed, "I've classified all your medicines for you. Remember to take them. Don't think about other things. Maybe there's a way to the front of the mountain?"

The fifth thought nodded, "I understand."

At about 8:20 p.m., there was a knock outside the door. Fang Yiluo got up and went to open the door. Outside the door stood an elegant man in his early fifties. Years didn't seem to leave much trace on his face. He was arrogant and domineering. He looked at Fang Yiluo and laughed, "Yiluo, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Uncle Mao, I think we haven't seen each other for two years. How have you been recently?" Fang Yiluo knows a lot of people in the capital, but he is not familiar with them.

"I'm fine. Where's our little Italian ink?"

Yi Mo waved to Mao Ji, "good grandfather Mao."

The fifth Nian stood up and said, "please run to Uncle Mao himself."

"No trouble."

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that her walking posture is not normal, Mao Ji is a little worried that the girl is trying too hard to catch ghosts, regardless of her own health. "Is it hurt?"

"No, I'm very fit. How could I get hurt?"

"What's the matter with you walking so uncoordinated? Tell me, old man." Mao Ji is unmarried and childless all his life. He really takes the fifth thought as his own child. Because of the fifth Shanshan, he takes her as the root of his life. He is more concerned about her than the father of the fifth launch.

"No, uncle Mao, how can you be an old man? You are always the most handsome man in my heart

"Fifth, don't interrupt me. Let me see your wound."

Fifth read embarrassed, suddenly face a red, small hand patted Mao Ji's arm, "Uncle Mao, you lecherous ah, people hurt the chest. How can I show you? "

Mao set old face red again, "you say you catch ghost how hurt chest?" It's really a shame to be teased by a young generation.

"It's not that ghost who saw me big and envied me, so he scratched my chest and raised me for two days."

See what she said so out of tune, Mao Ji is really angry and anxious, "you this wench, all day and I did not have a plastic surgery, do not know to save snacks for me?""Well, people will pay attention to it next time. Don't worry about me. If you don't come to see my aunt, she will be very happy when she sees that you are so handsome today."

Mao Ji coughed softly, "is your aunt here?"

"Well, because Yi Mo is here, I'm afraid he's scared, so I didn't let her out."

Thinking of meeting Shanshan, Mao Ji couldn't help being nervous.

Arranged her bow tie, hoping that she could see her most handsome side.

Fifth Nian shakes her head and laughs, but her heart is full of bitterness. She doesn't know whether the dead aunt will be really relieved, but the living people are really too hard, especially uncle Mao, who knows that the person she loves is not him, but still can't get out of her shadow. She doesn't want to get married in her life and just wants to keep her alone.

And she doesn't want to be such a person. She only hopes that Min Yuchen can live well and have the ability to love another person who can accompany him for a lifetime. Even if she just thinks about it now, she feels that she is going to be crazy, so she has to do it.

With him, he came to the rank of worshiping his aunt, opened the dark grid, and then took out the exquisite and beautiful urn, with the photos of the fifth Shanshan on the last day when she was 27 years old. At that time, everything was as beautiful as a picture.

Gently put in the hands of Mao Ji, "you can hold steady, don't put my aunt a stagger lost."

Mao Ji glared at the fifth read one eye, "you this child knows to tease me." Holding the urn in his arms, his heart suddenly fell down. His nose was sour and his eyes were sour. "Shanshan, I've come to pick you up and go home."

Fifth, I take a deep breath. Don't turn your head if you are uncomfortable.

After seeing them off in the car, fifth Nian stood downstairs for a long time and couldn't get back to God. Finally, she sent all the people around her away. Her heart was empty and she strained her clothes. For the moment, she didn't want to go home. She didn't have ELO or Yimo, and even her aunt left.

She was left alone all over the world, shrouded by the feeling of loneliness. She came to the nearby small park, sat on the swing, which originally belonged to her own position, looked at the empty swing next door, and couldn't help muttering, "Yo Yo, you said you've been gone so long, why don't you miss me? If you don't even give me a phone call, I'll soon forget what you look like? "

Her answer was still silent, as usual.

She bowed her head and was in a very low mood.

"Wei xuanxi, I can't wait for you. Maybe we can't even see the last one. I hope you're all right Oh, my God Fifth, he patted his chest, but because of the injury, he frowned. But when he thought of the ghost who suddenly came out beside him, he gritted his teeth and said, "you appear quietly. Don't you know that ghosts can frighten people to death?"

"I don't know!" Listen to what he said. The fifth thought rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, I don't want to be angry with you. It's a good time to see you today. I'll say goodbye to you. I'll come to play with you in two years' time. You have to treat me as a new man. Don't give me any tricks! " Her relaxed tone made w frown.

"You're leaving?"

"Well, I'm going back to the capital. I came here for my childhood playmate. I can't wait for him for so many years, so I should go back too. After all, I have to explain the things behind me clearly, and the inheritance must be divided!"

W pursed his lips and wanted to say something to ease the oppressive atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say.

"You ghosts are divided into different regions. I think the person I may meet when I return to the capital is not you, so you should take good care of yourself and strive for a successful term of office so that you can be reincarnated."

W bowed his head and couldn't see the expression on his face. "Thank you."

"No thanks."

"Have a good trip."

"I've known you for so long, and I'm not serious every time. I'm not used to being so sensible today."

"Make a good impression before you leave."

"So it is."

"By the way, when are you leaving?"

Fifth read dark eyes across a trace of sharp light, voice slightly hoarse, "there is something to solve, after dealing with left."

"Oh