The Rise of the Peninsula

Chapter 119 The World Reunited [Tomb Sweeping]

He would take him and walk hand in hand through the streets and alleys, watch Korean dramas on the sofa and watch tears in his eyes, go to milk tea shops to drink Ann's favorite sago, and still laugh so unscrupulously.

She only remembered that summer was very bright and warm, and there was a gossip that drowned us in it, talking nonsense about who belonged to who and who liked whom.

At that time, for each other, tears fell into a sea.I don't want to believe that there will be betrayal.

If time was just a joke, why the meeting between the two was so cold?

He said that if one day he is gone, don't be sad.

This is how growth should be.

Lin Yun'er was looking forward to, and also waiting for the day when she returned safely and could give herself a warm embrace.

But when will the world be reunited again?

I only remember that he confessed to himself in Xue Tian that day, but he had obviously been with him for so long, yet he still didn't feel anything unusual about him.

If he could stop him, maybe he was still alive, would it feel good to be alive?More and more gossip led him to sexual entertainment, that he was a weak man, that he was a lackey of high-ranking officials.

But is he really such a person?
Lin Yun'er couldn't argue with anything, there were photos about herself, as long as it was about him, it would involve sexual entertainment, so many ugly and unbearable words flooded towards her.

At that time, Lin Yun'er felt like hell, but think about it differently, what about him, would he live better than herself?

I will never give up.

The music from afar came to her ears, Lin Yuner turned her head and looked around in a daze, suddenly she woke up with a jerk, one of her feet had already stretched out from the zebra crossing, and she quickly retracted it.

Can't, can't.

Hold on...

After carefully buying the vegetables and returning home, Lin Yuner's singing was still echoing in her ears.

He should still be by his side, right?Just can't see it.

By the way, don't forget to worship today.

Lin Yun'er put down the dishes in her hand and went to the balcony. On the balcony were bottles and jars as well as offerings, and in the center of the offerings was a photo of the ancestor god.

Kneeling down and carefully clasping her hands together, Lin Yuner remembered the legend.

There are rumors that a loyal ancestor god believer, the ancestor god can grant her a wish, and I don't know if it is true. Recently, these things have made her a little bit troubled.

"I don't ask you to invite him back, I just ask you to let me see him again."

Like a fool, she was talking to herself in front of a portrait.

"I am so tired."

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Datong Temple, a giant lantern with a height of 4 meters and a weight of [-] kilograms is hung on the main entrance of the temple. This is the symbol of the temple. There are wooden statues of Thor and Fengshen inside the gate. Golden Avalokitesvara.

At this moment, the incense is lingering, and the grandmother who is nearly a hundred years old is praying devoutly at this moment.

The temple host waited for the grandma to slowly raise her eyelids and said, "Almsgiver, you only need to mourn for three years after the death of your parents, let alone your grandson, you don't have to do this, we should let him go now."

Grandma said: "When I was raising him, I just fed him delicious food and dressed him in beautiful clothes. I thought I could do a lot for him, but now I have to send him away, master?"

The host clasped his hands together: "Because death is common sense, you can kneel down for five years. After five years, the owner must have passed away."

"A woman who has lost her husband is called a widow, a man who has lost his wife is called a widower, and a child who has lost his parents is called an orphan. Do you know why parents who have lost their children have no names? Because they can't express it, what kind of name can express that unspeakable pain."

The host was speechless, and it took a while.

"Dead people are like a bonfire without a fuse. When a person dies, no one will remember him."

"But his relatives will."

Parents who have lost children.

like a spinning top that has lost its center of gravity

Shaking to and fro.

No one knows exactly which second will end
but everyone knows for sure
this spinning top

Clearly lost the meaning of rotation
Is it still able to rotate stably

what's the point

stop turning

Why care about which second the next second is.

Death
such plain words
And why is it so heavy?
what's happening every minute

Suddenly
Without warning
fell on his head
tearing the whole body
who can bear it

This is a heartbroken parting

A name I dare not mention easily

The photo album that dare not be flipped easily

these pains
does not heal over time
can only intensify
years are like poison
Slowly penetrate into the bone marrow
eroding
eroding
until the top stops spinning
The drizzle followed the wind.

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Among the lush trees, a white stone road stretches from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

The whitewashed wall embraces low graves.

The drizzle could not suppress the smell of fireworks in the air.

Lin Yun'er and Dian Wei had umbrella handles in their arms, and Dian Wei squatted on the ground folding ingots, hoping to make his boss' life better.

After the boss left, he resigned from his job as an investigator, and he was alone again, standing in front of two tombstones.

In the past, there were people who would call themselves a stupid pig and call themselves a fool, but now it has been several years since so many people have called themselves.

Lin Yuner with thin face and Dian Wei with pale temples, together propped up a rainless sky for Park Sang Won.

The wind in the cemetery gradually picked up.

The lighter ignites a corner of the ingot, and gradually ignites all the ingots.The clouds in the sky cleared, and the sunset glow appeared on the horizon, shining on the two short tombstones.superior.Dian Wei took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Lin Yuner, who pushed the tissues away.

"Burn it, the boss should be very happy to see it."

"I hope he won't have so many twists and turns in his next life."

Lin Yuner shook her head helplessly, put the letter back into the envelope, lit it, and carefully put it in the ashes of Yuanbao.

Lin Yuner held the unsent letter in her hand, it was unspoken, I love you.

With the sunset, in the lonely garden, the ashes of the burnt envelope flew away with the wind.

On a piece of ashes in the sky, the sun shines through, and the handwriting remains.

Dian Wei handed himself a letter, and he said: "This is a letter specially written by the boss before he died. He asked you to forget about him after reading this letter."

"Dian Wei, what about you? What are you going to do?"

"The boss said that the fallen leaves should return to their roots. Although he hates Daegu deeply, it is also the place where he was born, so I plan to go there to guard the boss."

The two-meter-tall man bowed slightly after moistening his eye sockets, leaving Lin Yun'er here alone.

He knew that Lin Yuner also had a lot to say to Pu Shangyuan at this moment, so he didn't need to listen to these words.

Lin Yun'er took the letter and opened it quickly, the very beginning of the letter brought tears to her eyes.

After a while, she started whimpering again, and once again tried to cover his pain with her hands, her occasional sobbing turned into a constant low cry, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched in her fist, trying to Stop sobbing.

(End of this chapter)