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Chapter 187 Wuyin Day, may your afterlife be like a bright river (4)

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    Xu Mingchuan is really dead.

    He will become bones and return to dust.

    His soul will perch on the other shore, never intersecting with the bustling world.

    In the past, Yu Wanfeng often thought that death is like a lamp going out, there is no afterlife.

    When her father passed away, she thought the same way, and even wanted to persuade her mother in this way.

    Now, she had to persuade herself the same way.

    People die like lights go out.

    *

    After noon, Yu Wanfeng brought a bowl of noodles and went to find Zhong Chumian.

    He didn't eat much today.

    Yu Wanfeng thought, he has always had a big appetite, and if he doesn't eat, he's afraid he'll be even hungrier.

    She knew that Zhong Chumian would only suffer more than her.

    That is a close friend who walked with him when he was young.

    Seeing her, Zhong Chumian felt a little joy on his slumped face, and his dark eyes also became brighter.

    Yu Wanfeng gave him the noodles, and he obediently sat on the sofa to eat.

    The noodles are steaming hot just out of the pan.

    A circle of mist winds up, exuding a light noodle fragrance.

    Neither of them spoke, Yu Wanfeng sat beside him, watching him leaning forward and eating noodles with his head down.

    He was not in a hurry, rolled the noodles a few times on a pair of chopsticks, lifted them up, and ate them.

    She is also quiet.

    Watching him eat noodles reminds me of something from the past.

    As if back to that autumn, Zhong Chumian was sitting in a noodle restaurant, the light in the corner was a little dark, he was eating noodles with his head down, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

    At that time, they were just teenagers, high-spirited, always thinking that the future had infinite possibilities.

    Always think that the future, the world is theirs.

    Up to now, the boy at the time has grown up.

    Zhong Chumian became the successor of the group company, Jian Hongshu became a frontline reporter, and she stayed in this inn.

    And Xu Mingchuan

    Yu Wanfeng felt a little pain in her heart.

    She moved closer to Zhong Chumian's side, and reached out to hug his waist.

    Zhong Chumian froze for a moment.

    He put down his chopsticks and chuckled, "Xiaowan, I'm eating noodles."

    "You eat yours, I hug mine." Yu Wanfeng acted like a baby with him.

    Zhong Chumian had no choice but to lower his head and continue eating noodles.

    He couldn't resist her nagging, nor could she resist her quiet acting like a baby.

    Fortunately, there were not many noodles left, and Zhong Chumian finished eating quickly.

    Yu Wanfeng nestled in his warmth, thinking of many things.

    She thought to herself, Zhong Chumian's voice was too rough.

    ?Since childhood, family affection has been weak, and he lost his mother when he was just an adult, and the relationship with his father is estranged.

    Today, I lost my best friend again.

    His closest relatives and loved ones are leaving him one by one.

    If one day, she also leaves him first, what should I do

    Yu Wanfeng was unwilling to accept this idea.

    How could she leave Zhong Chumian alone in this world?

    Thinking of this, Yu Wanfeng hugged Zhong Chumian's hand and tightened it a bit.

    After Zhong Chumian finished eating the noodles, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth. Seeing her actions, his heart moved. He hugged her back and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Wan?"

    Yu Wanfeng frowned, and said seriously: "When we get old, I must leave later than you."

    Zhong Chumian didn't know how she said this, but felt that her tone was a bit heavy, so she grabbed her hand and asked.

    Yu Wanfeng looked up at him: "Zhong Chumian, I don't want to leave first, I don't want to leave you alone in the world, alone, without my company, I don't feel at ease."

    Zhong Chumian's eye sockets became hotter and reddened.

    He rubbed Yu Wanfeng's hair and smiled: "You are young, how do you think about these things of life, old age, sickness and death?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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