The marble tombstones in the distance are neatly arranged, the same in the distance, the same in the near, with photos of different people pasted on them, people of different colors, men and women are here. Whether life is mediocre, even death is like this. The only meaningful thing is to live. After all, you are irreplaceable in the world. When you die, the photos on the tombstone are different.

Lengyanmo didn't wear a coat. He was a little cold. Now he is tall, and he has no round face. His facial features have begun to be three-dimensional. I think he is nearly ten years old. At the age of ten, he already knew a lot of things. He also knew when to know and when to pretend not to know. This is precious in this aristocratic class.

Leng Yanmo walks along the slate road to the inside. When he reaches the tombstone area, he becomes a cobble road. The cobble guides lengyanmo's direction, whether to go deep or to go out.

All kinds of black-and-white photos just don't have Shen Qingqing's photos. Every time, they don't introduce Shen Qingqing's life.

Disappointed, Mo raised Abu over his head and said, "great, Abu, we can't find mummy's tombstone, which means mummy is not dead!"

Just now, he was too attentive to find Shen Qingqing's tomb. He turned on the flat flashlight and walked around in the dark. Occasionally, there was a crow crowing on his head. With a rush, he wandered over the cemetery. It was so quiet that people suffocated. He felt that it was not a place for living people to stay.

Now the cold words and ink reacted, and they were afraid. They buried their heads on Abramovich's back, and their voice trembled a little: "Abramovich... Do you think we should go? Why don't we stop looking...

Abramovich just mewed a few times, and his answer was the same "meow". After all, he was just a cat.

Abramovich's blue eyes shone strangely in the dark. The light was a strange kind of blue-green, which was strangely similar to the crow in the tree.

This three-and-a-half-year-old cat is extremely human. It jumped out of the arms of the cold words and fell steadily to the ground, and then walked to the dark forest with the standard cat step.

"Abu, where are you going? Don't go there

Leng Yanmo was very afraid. The forest was like a huge black hole. He didn't know what was inside. The imagination of lengyanmo is particularly good. In a scene like this, something must come out of it, which is not good. I'm afraid to think about it. "Ah, Abu, don't leave me, don't go!" Abramovich's departure is no doubt like a soldier without a shield. His legs are shaking and he chases after him.

Lengyanmo's step was slow and urgent, and he looked back from time to time to see if there was anyone following him or, to be exact, something following him.

Abu's pace is not fast, as usual walking, with cold words to the depths of the forest.

About five minutes later, Leng Yanmo had an unreal feeling that Abramovich around him was under control. Otherwise, how could he walk forward so numbly? In other words, it was not Abramovich, it was something else...

the more he looked, the more scared lengyanmo was. He didn't dare to go forward. Now he was completely in the dark, lengyanmo yelled: "Abramovich, you Is it Abu? Don't scare Mo Mo! "

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