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Chapter 1545: Liu Mei, the eyebrow of the eyebrows in the world of dominance

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    In the second year after his father left, Wang Lin's mother also fell asleep and never woke up again. She looked like she was asleep and showed a happy smile, as if she had met Wang Lin's father in a dream.  , the two reunited again and did not want to come back.

    There was a person who held you when you were a baby. No matter how tired you were, he still crooned softly to make you fall asleep and stop you from crying.

    There is a person who, when you wet the bed from time to time in your sleep, is worried that you will catch cold, regardless of his own sleep, and wakes up several times every night, just to touch the bedding under you to see if it is damp.

    There is a person who, when you are growing up, when you are studying, endures sleepiness and gets up, just to make breakfast so that you will not be hungry.

    There is a person who, after knowing that you like to eat fish, always eats the head and tail of the fish. You ask her with a smile why not the body of the fish. She replies with a smile that she likes to eat the head and tail of the fish, but you  But he took it seriously.

    There is a person who mends your clothes when you were growing up. There is a little bit of red in each stitch, which is hard for you to see.

    There is a person, even if you really grow up, she will still look at you silently with the eyes that have been the same for decades, silently happy, silently smiling, until finally, silently closing her tired eyes  .

    This person is called mother.

    There is another person who, when you were a baby, held your body up with both hands and raised it high, replacing the sun in his eyes and becoming everything to him.

    There is another person who, when you haven¡¯t learned to walk yet and are still falling, holds your hands and helps you take the first step in life with his happy laughter.

    There is another person who, amidst your cheers again and again, holds your hand, leads you through the mountains and rivers, and takes you to see the sky and the earth.  When you look up at the back, you will feel that it is the mountain and the sky.

    There is another person, when you told me that your mother likes to eat fish heads, and seriously left all the fish heads and tails to her, he was standing by, looking at his wife, showing apologies and tenderness.

    There is another person who, when you grow up, every time you think about it, he is stern and staring, making you more and more bored. But as you grow up, you will find that there is something hidden under that stern gaze that you saw back then.  Unfulfilled love.

    There is another person, he is lying on the bed old and slowly closing his eyes, showing fear and helplessness, but your arms and your soft voice make him feel like a child, just like you lifted him up when you were young.  Your body and happy laughter made him no longer afraid and helpless, but fell into your arms in warmth.

    This person is called father.

    Wang Lin was sitting in front of his parents¡¯ graves, crying, laughing, and crying. The memories of those scenes were heartbreaking and unforgettable for him. He didn¡¯t drink, but he felt like he was drunk at this time.

    In his dream, in that other life, there was no time to bid farewell to his parents, no time to hug his father's body, no time to kiss his mother's forehead full of wrinkles as she slept with a smile on her face.

    In this life, he did it.

    If a person has a wife and children, then after the death of his parents, his grief may be equally strong and profound, but he still has support.  But if a person has no wife or children in this life, then his sorrow is enough to cover the world.

    From then on, there was no embrace that could warm his heart when he was tired.

    Since then, no smile can make him dissipate his depression in loneliness.

    From then on, he was the only figure at the end of the world, silently watching the sunrise and sunset.

    After guarding the tomb for three years, Wang Lin's hair turned all white, and his body was no longer straight, but slightly curved.  There are traces of vicissitudes and years on his body.

    "Thirty-eight years" There were wrinkles on Wang Lin's face. Now he is nearly sixty years old.

    Dafu was even older. He stood behind Wang Lin with a cane, looking at him silently, looking down at his right wrist, and after a long time he nodded gently.

    "How many thirty-eight years can there be in life I don't know about other people, but there should be no next one for me." Wang Lin whispered, knelt down and bowed in front of his parents' graves.

    "Do you still remember that ancient temple" Wang Lin stood up and looked back at the old Dafu who seemed to be unable to walk for too long.

    "In that ancient temple, I said I was short of a book boy, so you followed me." Wang Lin showed a recalling smile on his face and looked at Dafu. Dafu had always been with him in the past thirty years.

    "Dafu can still be a book boy." Dafu rolled his eyelids and grinned.Its body is floating, it looks so beautiful.

    "Is it a previous life, reincarnation, or a dreamor is it all this, nothingLiu Mei, Liu Meithat life in the dream makes me sting the woman who wakes up" Wang Lin looked at the elixir,  His emotions were well hidden.

    For a long time, until the woman's figure on the horizon disappeared, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and shouted out a sentence in a hoarse voice with his greatest strength at the moment.

    "Liu Mei, you must remember, no matter when it is, maybe the next life, maybe a reincarnation, maybe in a dream, don't get to know a monk named Wang Lin again! Don't get to know him, don't come into contact with him  ¡­¡±

    Liu Mei had already gone far away, and Wang Lin didn¡¯t know if she heard him. He shouted with all his strength until his voice became hoarse, until the Changhong in the distance no longer had any shadow.  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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