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Those few days were the first time that Tang Tianbao felt that people were weak. In the face of life and death, a person's power was insignificant. Later on, when Chen Dalong asked him to go to the nightclub, he still felt a lingering fear. This was something that would come later.

After Tang Tianbao left the hospital, he secretly went to the hospital to check on the people behind his back.

Jia Dafa's factory had already received the first generation of designs for literature. The factory was also working overtime, day and night. A miracle was about to happen in Chaozhou City. It was a revolution for women.

Women have to" breast "a little." When Japan's Ashes. While Jing Kong was saying this on TV, Tang Tianbo was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette and picking out the program from the remote control in a bored manner. The company's two hundred thousand yuan design fee had already been paid, and Xie Min had also allowed Tang Tianbao to take half a month off. For a moment, Tang Tianbao felt as if he had risen from a small employee to heaven.

Jia Datao's bra had a vulgar name — "a little bit on the chest". When Lin Zhiling used her delicate voice to shout out these three words, it gave her a new style.

Jia Dafeng also put everything on the line this time. He even hired Lin Zhiling, a popular Taiwanese celebrity, to endorse his new product. This time, he had really put in a lot of effort. What he was thinking about was the huge profits rolling in. He also believes that his factory has finally produced high-end products, such a bra is the most suitable for those frequent attendance of female celebrities wear. During this period of time, Jia Dafan had also personally flown to all parts of the country to personally inspect the market, making it absolutely certain that there would be no mishaps. He thought that because of this product, his fate would be completely different.

Yes, because of this product, Jia Datong's fate had undergone a tremendous change.

During this time, Su's "Ai Lan Fashion" series has firmly occupied the Chaozhou market, and the sales performance has never been better. The orders were like snowflakes flying over. Suilan was someone who had seen much of the world, but she would still be excited about Snow White all night long. "It has been five to six years since I've seen such a good result." Although Eilan Fashion is a leading company in the apparel industry in Chaozhou City, it has not risen to prominence since the financial crisis in China. This year's "Snow White" not only round up Su Ailan's many years of dreams, but also a affirmation of her career. Suilan already has the trend to bring the business to the civilian, this "Snow White" is a start, from now on, "Eilan fashion" is not only for high-end clothing.

Xie Min didn't think this way. Ever since she signed the contract with Jia Datong, she had decided not to earn money from the poor. If she wanted to earn money, she would earn money from the rich.

While Jia Datao flew around the country, Xie Min did the same thing as him — fly around the entire country. She wasn't traveling. She didn't have time to travel. She had to go to at least two cities a day and contact the dealer. She watched the news in the hotel every night. When she saw Lin Zhiling's advertisement of "a little bit on the chest", her heart couldn't help but tighten. Half a month had already passed and Jia Da's momentum had become as fierce as fire. In Chaozhou, however, Jia Dafeng could be considered a famous person. It was as if he had become famous overnight in all the streets and alleys. Chaozhou City's "two newspapers, two stations" also seized the opportunity to interview him, the scenery was endless.

Only Xie Min knew that Jia Da Fa was just a mantis in his experimental market. She, Xie Min, was the oriole. However, even the designer Tang Tianbao didn't know what Xie Min was thinking in her heart. Life was as peaceful as ever. The company was a little more relaxed now. Yu Meng and Xie Min seemed to have disappeared from the world. They hadn't been to the company for several days.

Tang Tianbao gave Xie Min a call and turned off his phone. He then called Yu Meng, also turning off her phone. The two of them mysteriously disappeared … Tang Tianbao didn't have any urgent matters with Xie Min. He just wanted to let her know that he would be taking a few days off from work. Since Tang Da Kui's "5/7" had arrived, he had to go back to his hometown and do the "7" for his father.

On the day before Tang Da Kui's "57", Duan Hong did not sleep for the entire night. When Tang Tianbao woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he found that Duan Hong's room's light was still on. He walked to the door and lightly knocked. There was no sound from the house. In the deep night, the knocking on the door seemed very empty. The door was not locked. Tang Tianbao pushed it open and walked in.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet? What time is it? " Tang Tianbao asked anxiously.

He saw Duan Hong sitting on the bed with his hair all over the place. His eyes were blurry and he seemed to be deep in thought.

Duan Hong did not speak. Under the light of the lamp, her entire person seemed helpless and lonely. The few strands of white hair on her temples emitted a silvery light under the light of the lamp. It was extremely obvious.

"Mom …" Tang Tian Bao shouted and walked over to Duan Hong. With tears in his eyes, his entire body trembled and he kneeled on the ground, "Mom, what are you doing? "Mom …"

Duan Hong slowly turned his head towards Tang Tianbao. Her eyes were red and swollen, and there were still traces of tears on her cheeks.

Tang Tianbao knew that his father's' 57th 'was about to arrive. He had already prepared a ticket for him, but he had never mentioned this matter to Duan Hong. He was afraid that he would cause his mother grief, so he could not bear to see his mother suffer. His heart felt as though it was being stabbed by a knife. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Mom, you rest. Tomorrow morning's ticket. " As matters stood, Tang Tianbao had no choice but to say.

Duan Hong's eyes blinked as tears streamed down his cheeks.

The village that Tang Tianbao resided in had many rules and regulations. Like most villages in China, it was a traditional custom. For thousands of years, the peasants who lived on this land had adhered to the rules and morals of the village. Some of the elderly even adhered to the deep-rooted feudal ideology. They hardly asked about politics, but they knew when the fields in their homes would grow and when they would sow. They hardly ever watched the news, but they always turned on the television after seven in the evening, and all they had to do was watch a program called The Weather Forecast, which they willingly logged on for thirty minutes. They had plenty of time, and they probably only had a lot of time. This is a characteristic of China's countryside, a feature with Chinese characteristics that has lasted for five thousand years.

The village was filled with lush greenery, the wheat fields had already been festooned, patches of verdant wheat fields swayed in the wind, and in a few months, wheat was to be harvested. The joy of a rich harvest had already spread throughout the village ahead of time, and there was basically nothing left to live on in the fields. In this period of time, Tang Tianbao's home was naturally the main topic of discussion in the village. Everyone began to discuss what they thought and what they said was very different. Some sighed with emotion, while others cheered. Everything in the village was always like this. There was no distinction between right and wrong, nor was there a difference between right and wrong.

The northernmost part of the village was a graveyard, but it was a long way from the village, and there was only one road leading to it. All the roads in the village were dirt, including the one that led to the county town. Such villages were still common in China. As long as it rains, the road will get muddy and slippery.

In a city, when people die, they need to be cremated. But in a rural area, that's not the case. The rural people paid particular attention to a corpse that was buried in the ground, leaving behind a complete corpse when it was buried in the ground. "Although the state has policies, it has been a practice in rural areas for thousands of years.

Tang Tianbao held the basket in one hand and Duan Hong with the other. Tang Daqui's grave was new. The soil on top was still new, but after being drenched by the rain, it became a bit stiff. There was a saying in the village where Tang Tianbao was staying that the new grave would not be filled in for three years. Tang Tianbao himself didn't know why this was the case. He originally wanted to ask Duan Hong, but he didn't know how to do so. After all, he wasn't a child anymore.

While the paper was burning the money, Duan Hong was still crying like he was going to die and passed out twice. The sun shone harshly on the earth, without a trace of wind. Duan Hong's face was already blooming, with tears and snot streaming down his face. A pile of paper money was gathered together. Tang Tianbao knelt in front of the grave and used his forefinger to draw a circle on the ground. He then drew a cross inside the circle and placed all the paper money into the circle. Tang Tianbao took a step back before once again kneeling on the ground and kowtowing three times as he muttered: "Father, you should spend some money …" Dad, spend your money, your son is here to give you money, don't be reluctant to spend it. Dad... Spending money. "

No one had taught this kind of sacrificial offering, and in the countryside, there was no need to teach it. It was as if everyone knew about it.

Tang Tianbao got up from the ground and wiped away his tears. This kind of pain was something that ordinary people could not feel. It was the pain of life and death. There was no way to describe it with words.

Tang Tian Bao went to help Duan Hong up. With a sad face, he said, "Mom, don't cry anymore, Mom … "Let's go home …"

It was noon, the sun was in full swing, and there were no trees in the grave, no shade except for the small pine trees. There was only the two of them in the grave, but the crying seemed to fill the sky. The sun was staring at them with wide eyes, and they didn't know what was going on.

The burning paper money immediately turned into ashes, dancing in the air along with the raging flames. No matter how much money he burned, even if he burned the real money, it might not really reach the hands of the dead. It was just that the heart was already here, and the living would never forget the dead.

Tang Tianbao had already forgotten how he walked back. His eyes were wide open the whole way, and his mind was buzzing. The road was still the same road, but much shorter than before … It seemed to be getting longer and longer …