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Chapter 1 Who remembers you again?

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    The predicted pain also made her involuntarily grasp the quilt on her body. Out of habit, her hands wanted to grab something, and her fingers, as thin as a chicken's claw, couldn't help but open and then tighten.

    Suddenly, a warm hand held her hand, and her instinct was to hold on tightly. The more it hurt, the tighter she held it, and the more painful it was, the more reluctant she was to let it go.

    A tear suddenly rolled out of the corner of her eye, and her long eyelashes trembled but never opened.

    The door outside opened, a few staggered steps came, and then there was that faint, yet extremely accustomed sigh.

    "Aren't you going back yet?"

    "Well, I won't go back. I want to accompany her for the next few days. The doctor said it's just for these few days."

    "You are so kind." The man walked over, his voice getting closer.

    "You know clearly that it was her mother who hit your car on purpose just to get the insurance, and her death has nothing to do with you. Alasit was all the fault of poverty."

    He said, and then glanced at the half-dead woman in the sick appearance, "Tell me, is this retribution for her? Her own mother doesn't want her, and she insists on being used as a horse for others. That family didn't treat her like a horse."  When someone has seen it.¡±

    "She was sick. He served her, guarded her, sold things, and even traded his life for insurance. But she didn't want her own mother, but no one in the family who cared about her heart and soul came to look at her. Even more so.  I haven¡¯t paid a penny for her medical expenses, so what do you think she¡¯s trying to do?¡±

    "And" The man shook the thing in his hand, "I have already got the insurance premium back. You would rather risk your life to get this. Why?"

    I don¡¯t know how long it stopped, and I don¡¯t know how long it was quiet, but finally a faint voice came.

    "This is her mother"

    And after he said this, he didn't know that under the quilt, the clenched hand, and the pain coming from the body, wave after wave, without reason, without spirit, without faith, and also without life.  .

    She also lost her mother

    There was only the preservation report in her hand, and she pressed her hand on it, tightly, and never let go

    A lonely grave and a stone tablet fell in the rain.

    A man in black came over holding an umbrella and placed a bouquet of flowers under the tombstone.  Then he put his hand on the black and white photo. Only in the photo can one still see that she was skinny and skinny. Once upon a time, she was also in the Mood for Love. Once upon a time, she was also young and beautiful. Now the rest of her is also  It's just such a desolate tombstone.

    "Finally, you no longer have to suffer or feel pain. Your mother is by your side. She will protect you and guard you. In the next life, you will still be mother and daughter, but you must treat her well, okay?"

    The wind blew by, and some raindrops fell on his face. He turned his face, but there was nothing in the empty space in front of him.

    There is only the desolation that comes from the sound of rain in the patch of rain, and the stiff and cold name in the center of the tombstone.

    Liu Liang.

    "Liang Liang, that's what your family calls you, you must have been very beautiful when you were young."

    "Just pretend that the rain is crying for you, because the only person in the world who is crying for you has left one step before you."

    People who die cannot be resurrected.

    Death is like a lamp going out.

    Someone said: "A person has to die three times in his life. The first time, when your heart stops and your breath disappears, you are biologically declared dead; the second time, when you are buried, people dressed in black attend your funeral.  The funeral means remembering your life, and then you are declared dead in society; and the third death is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you, and then you truly die.

    Who can still remember you, who can still remember you, who can still remember your name.

    Only that soul has faded, gone far away, and seems to have disappeared (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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