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Chapter 21 That flower has fallen!

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    The village party secretary looked at our children who had come back from school, and took a deep puff on the cigarette he was holding. A red spark opened, and he raised his hand to pinch it down with his index and middle fingers.

    Turn around and say to the people behind: "Hey, make way for the children, hurry up, it's getting late, let them hurry home and eat."

    While talking, he stood aside, took a puff of cigarettes, turned around and shouted to the crowd: "Parents with students, don't just watch the fun, go home, go home and cook for your children you guys  Have you heard the young ones, Liu Tong, what about you, go home quickly, don¡¯t let the children wait at the gate.¡±

    Crowds of people piled up layer by layer like candied haws filled with grass, but people are more densely packed than the candied haws on top, all of them came to see the funeral.

    Just in this thick, a man responded with an "Ai", pushed away the flashlight in his hand, and illuminated the sky, a white pillar jumped into the sky.  The light went out, I slapped the flashlight a few times with my hand, and then it turned on again, so the light swept down from top to bottom, illuminating the chaotic rocks under my feet, and slowly rubbed against my body from the pile of stones, grinding down.

    A few people are muttering: "Korean customs are different from ours"

    I was stunned for a moment, South Korea?  Could it be that Yang Yue is back?

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    My body trembled suddenly, as if I had been electrocuted, goosebumps all over my body jumped up, car!  car!  Could it be that Yang Yue left by car?

    Why don't you wait for me for a while?  Why am I just blankly thinking about something in the village, maybe I can see her when I come back sooner.  Is it because of this that I am restless all day?  My heart ached with loss.

    When I got home, my parents had already prepared meals and were waiting for me at the table.

    "Why is it so late today?" My father asked.

    "Oh, let's play on the road."

    "Oh." My mother looked at me and hesitated, "wash your hands and eat."

    Mother gave me the bowls and chopsticks, took the iron pan off the stove, and put the vegetables in large bowls.  I lowered my head in silence, and just ate the rice grains in the bowl, sending them to my mouth one by one, again very slowly.

    Where did Xiaoyun go today?  Yang Yue, why didn't you wait for me?  I can't stop thinking about it.

    "You know?" My mother interrupted my train of thought.

    "You? Know what?"

    My mother paused for a while and said, "Yang Yue she is gone."

    What!

    My throat was stuck like a snipe by the thick lotus root, and I twitched violently. Something as hard as a stone tore my throat, tearing blood, scratching down, scratching down.  A burst of bitterness.  Tears gushed out of my heart and dripped on the chopsticks in my hand.

    I lowered my head abruptly.  Tears dripped down, dripped down, and fell into the darkness.  A candle was thrown high on the coffee table next to the vegetable table, and the candle flame flickered.

    The room suddenly became dark, and it was my father who was cutting the candles lying down with scissors. I took advantage of the darkness and wiped away my tears, but the tears couldn't stop pouring out, and kept pouring out, toward the darkness.  pour it down.

    "Hey, it's all for money. If it wasn't for that man from her Korean family fighting for her grandfather's property, she wouldn't have committed suicide." My father put down the scissors and said.

    As soon as I put the chopsticks down, "I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep." Then I stood up and walked into the back room.

    The mother raised her voice and shouted: "Eat more, you are growing up."

    "I won't eatI'm sleepy." I was already sobbing, I hurried away, opened the door curtain, walked in quickly, and staggered to the ground.  I bumped into something in the dark, with a bang, it was a stool, and the stool probably hit the edge of the bed.  All of a sudden, he was stuck on the bed, touched the quilt, pulled it over to cover his head, and couldn't help but burst into tears.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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