Chapter 1591

Min Yuchen's voice gradually goes away, and Bai Zhaozhao falls into the darkness, slowly closing his eyes and squeezing out a series of tears.

I have doubts in my heart. I know that I will die at the age of 28. Why did I tie a red line to him at that time, and deliberately say something that haunts him all my life.

Song Yufei doesn't want to say that she's sad. It seems that her sister-in-law is dead when she says these four words. She can only leave in a hurry with Bai Zhaozhao who is asleep.

Drop a sentence, "boss, you are good to raise the body."

When winter comes and spring comes, the higher authorities set the place affected by the sudden war as a natural disaster.

The cause and effect of this matter was written into the report by master Yang and sealed as a confidential file.

Min Yuchen is seriously injured. He has an unlimited holiday. In the twinkling of an eye, he has entered April.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained one after another, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.

On Tomb Sweeping Day, there are many people going to visit the grave. On this day, the Min family went to visit the grave for min Yuwen's husband and wife. They were all sneaky. They were afraid that they would make min Yuchen depressed again.

Min Yuchen stood in front of the French window and looked in the direction of the car. He was lost for a long time.

They have graves to go to, but he can only bury his thoughts in his heart.

Everyone decided not to mention Niannian and let him live with hope. He also knew his family's worries, but he couldn't ignore his inner pain and act as if nothing had happened.

Toru conveys his words with a smile. Min Yuchen doesn't know how much he has made up his mind to say that. It's a little vinegar jar, but let him try to get along with a good woman?

Niannian, I miss you very much. I think I can't control myself and have to draw lines on the wall.

At nine o'clock in the night, the Min family fell asleep.

Min Yuchen changed into a light clothes, and then gently went out with a mobile phone.

Instead of driving, he walked out of the compound.

The custom of Chinese people is to burn paper to offer sacrifices to the dead on Tomb Sweeping Day. This street is not urban. There are people burning paper at the crossroads, reflecting the bright and dark lights. What are you talking about.

Min Yuchen stopped and watched them burning paper.

Far away, led by Han Zhihan, the younger generation of eight families hid in the corner.

Gu Nan some worry of ask a way, "he so late, come out to do what?"

When an Peiyi thinks of his father, he feels uncomfortable again.

When I learned that my mother dedicated her soul to refine the sword God, my father couldn't bear the blow and fell ill. At that time, the whole family was scared.

The fifth is coming. I don't know what I've done. When my father wakes up again, I only remember that I married my mother and died of illness within two years of giving birth to him.

Mom's appearance, but Dad can't remember.

Maybe this is the best ending!

Although dad forgot his mother, he would remember that a woman who loved selflessly was his mother.

"He must have missed it, so he came out for a walk!"

Qiao Zhichuan originally wanted to see the boss today. As soon as he looked up, he found that he was standing on the second floor in a daze. Then he looked at the Min family uncle with red eyes. When they went to sweep the tomb, he thought that there was something wrong with the boss. These young people organized seven or eight people to guard the Min family in turn. They were afraid that Min Yuchen would do something stupid.

See min Yuchen hair for a while in a daze, and then continue to move forward, Zhu Xianju will catch up, but was stopped by Han Zhihan, "don't think the tiger in a daze is not a tiger." How cautious min Yuchen is, they know better than anyone. If they chase too close, they may be found.

Today, not only Zhu Xianju was surprised by Han Zhihan's joining in, but other people also looked confused when they saw him coming. They once thought they were dazed.

Han Zhihan always cold face, also don't explain why he will come, just listen to Big Joe said so a mouth, he joined in, after all, or worry about min Yuchen.

As long as he thinks of this possibility, Han Zhihan would like to slap himself in the face.

But all of them have come. The only thing Han Zhihan can do is to keep his facial paralysis.

Min Yuchen didn't do anything else. He wrapped up all the paper money of several small supermarkets in this street, bought a lighter and a black water-based pen.

Also asked businesses to carry dozens of bundles of paper money to the quiet end of the street.

Now it's more than ten o'clock in the night, although there are two or three people burning paper, many fewer than before.

Min Yuchen never thought that one day he would do such a thing.

At the crossroads, min Yuchen put down the brazier he had bought. Sitting on the ground, min Yuchen took a bundle of paper money, pressed thick yellow paper money on one arm, held a water-based pen in the other hand, lowered his head and bit off the cap with his teeth.

Eyes fixed on the paper money, holding a water pen hand, I do not know when to start shaking.

In front of a dense, recent he seems to be particularly vulnerable, always want to cry.

Holding the pen tightly, he finally dropped four big words on the paper money.

Fifth, I want to finish.The night of Qingming Festival in the North was still a little cold. Min Yuchen wrote four words, almost exhausted all his strength.

Take out your lighter and start the fire with shaking hands. One, two, three

After lighting the paper money with "the fifth collection" and looking at the dazzling light of the fire and the soot floating in the sky after the paper money burned, min Yuchen lost his mind for a moment.

Seeing that the paper money in the fire basin was about to burn out, he filled in some more.

I remember Niannian once said that burning paper is also fastidious, three pieces at a time, and there is no even number of money to reach that world, so he remembered that every time he threw three pieces of paper money into the brazier.

Passers by frequently look back at Min Yuchen, who has a strange behavior. Have you ever seen anyone burn so much paper money at the crossroads?

Dozens of bundles are not only, but also placed neatly, which is even more spectacular than the funeral paper.

Everyone guessed that the man was ill!