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Chapter 508 Our tacit silence

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    I really don't know how I should bring up these things.

    Or in my opinion, these things have started to become some stories.

    And the reason why I describe him in this way is because of the main idea summarized in this way.

    The formation of a story takes years.

    It takes a period of foreshadowing.

    And there are many, many densely packed articles to summarize and describe, some of which you can get from, and choose one from the beginning to the end.

    However, inside, you can also get some of your personal feelings.

    But obviously, what Grandpa is doing now is just an action, just a pepe verb. Why do I call it his story?  The reason is simple.

    That means.

    I think this has become, a frozen component of the years.

    Or rather he was already there, standing still.

    All of us dare not act rashly, because all of us just looked at his lonely back, as if acquiescing to him doing all this, we may have to know now, Grandpa, what is missing, what is doing  What.

    But it can be seen that his sad behavior, but the combination of all these pictures seems to have left traces in the context of time, generally.

    That kind of shock to me.

    I was also a little bit shocked by this, and I don't know how to describe it.

    The kind of feeling he can bring to me is unprecedented. It can be said that I have never encountered it in my life.  autumn.

    Especially uncomfortable and depressing atmosphere, but this kind of desolation, especially this kind of scene, some dry, some overgrown with a background decoration, all this began to become a mess  Natural, synonymous with many sad words.

    So now I can't help but tremble, and my tears can't help but start to slide down.

    Those of my parents, who knew the truth and why grandpa was so sad and sad, have already cried into a tearful person, crying so much that it seems that the tears are about to dry up, and they have been covering them with their hands  Own mouth, do not allow yourself to make a sound.

    Arguably true, a little too disturbing.

    We are real, our throats are starting to lose our voice, and when we are covering our mouths to prevent our tears from overflowing, we really need fresh air, so we have turned them all on for the time being, a silent mode.

    We also have no way to fiddle with all these things. You must know that your eyes are really incomparable with those ears. What your ears hear may not be able to express everything.  Some sense of the picture comes from your eyes, and your eyes must have their meaning of existence.

    When I knew about this, the really expensive postage was already more expensive than the package fee. My ears were close to collapse, and my ears were already hurt.

    But I didn't expect that at the moment I saw it with my own eyes, I still had some unexpected "" so sad.

    Moreover, this is not what my eyes can let go of, and what I can freely retract, because my eyes are constantly opening, closing, and closing, weeping non-stop.

    What are we going to do, what can we do to fight against all these things together?

    Impossible, no.

    So the only thing we have to do now is to wait silently by the side.

    However, we have been waiting for this matter for a long time, for a particularly long period of time.

    It can be said that unconsciously, I saw the sun getting into the moon, and for this period of time, it can be said that I didn't feel anything at all, because I was just there, and the wind was blowing beside me  , I really felt those desolate feelings next to me.

    You have to know that there are many places where he really has some feeling, or feels that there is a bit of spirituality.

    Like this place where no one hits you, it somehow feels colder and more sad than any other place, as if someone is playing pure music next to it.

    Then when a few of us came, we seemed to feel a different kind of warmth after having a seat, but I don¡¯t know why we think about it, anyway.?The one I especially want to call is Mr. Cheng, Mr. Chen. I want Mr. Cheng to know about this, because I always feel that Mr. Chen is going to talk about it when you go back later.  He shouldn¡¯t be able to live broadcast. After 1:00, he may have other methods and other ideas. When he told you, he didn¡¯t say some special secret things about himself. If you look at it now, if I leave  If so, then Mr. Chen will definitely come back to see grandpa when he is free, so the most troublesome thing is Mr. Chen. I want to say a few words to him, but how should I say it? I can't say anything now.

    I simply don't understand what kind of love is right.

    What kind of love is wrong, what kind of person is right, what kind of person is deeply frustrated, what kind of life is enough to be a child, and I want to be here alone, when I  When I thought of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears again. Why did I think of it and intercept it together? In fact, I know that it is safe to stay in the hospital, but I still think he is too old. Don't you know?

    And you will only be thankless in the future with a personality like yours, let me tell you

    Especially when I first started, I knew why Pepe's grandma died, no

    Mainly because of grandpa, I think they may live with anxiety all day, this kind of thing, if he can¡¯t heal his body, mko or work that doesn¡¯t show up, or go every day, thinking about grandma in the house, but we  Just inserting less than a little bit of atmosphere, one wind and grass movement in a day can prove one thing, even if it may not exist at all, I will buy him a wheelchair after the sentence, but what he thought of after the film came, he said more  Unexpectedly, now he is the one who stopped plotting, gave a wheelchair to his old woman, and then he said that he really missed it. He took out a very old yellow photo from his wallet, I looked at it  After a glance, I was also quay and had no choice, so I continued to say it. After hearing this sentence, he immediately seemed to be preparing to give me a gift, but I haven't opened it yet.  up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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