Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 207

Wang Zihao wanted to compose a poem, Liu Qianqian moved a small bench over and waited.

Liu Piaopiao was also unwilling to be lonely, she put down the things that Wang Zihao didn't need, and stretched out one foot.

After hooking the small bench one step away, and half-lifting and half-dragging it over, she sat down with great interest, wanting to witness the birth of a miracle.

At the same time, she felt the joy of watching a boy write a love poem to herself, although she could not agree to the other's confession.

On a landscape drawing, there are distant mountains and near water, and a few flowers and willows in the world.

In the pavilion window, with a few pens, a woman appears vividly on the paper.

It seems that a life can be born by splashing ink at will.

This seems to indicate that life is originally fragile, such as grass.

Wang Zihao sighed in his heart, what this painting wants to present is a glimpse of a certain period in a certain place in ancient times.

Looking back thousands of years ago, everyone and everything disappeared in history and disappeared.

Decades later, he and everyone around him, including these two young girls who were in their prime, will also be lost in time.

"Die Lianhua. Read the end of the world and parting pain."

Wang Zihao wrote very slowly, trying to write well.

This is a calligraphy and painting as a gift, although I don't know who will get it.

Liu Piaopiao should not be able to grab it, even though it was given to her in name.

But when she saw the name of the word, her eyes lit up.

Sure enough, it was given to me, a farewell poem.

Liu Qianqian quickly took a picture of the title and sent it to Lizi Yang.

Ten kilometers away.

In a large courtyard, Yang Lizi was sitting alone in a pavilion, she was wearing reading glasses, and there was a book on the round table, open.

When she was reading, she was in a daze most of the time, and her reading speed was very slow.

There are always a few words that make her think a lot.

Serving the people, Liu's natal family, and the hardliners for decades, after retiring and returning home, she felt that she had no goals, no future, and life was meaningless.

Most of the time, she lives in the past.

The 24-hour home care nannies and nurses sat in the house and cast their gazes at Lizi Yang from time to time.

Yang Lizi knew that her children no longer needed her, so she chose to live by herself.

Without value, it cannot become a burden to your children.

Suddenly.

The sound of a message coming from the mobile phone rang, Yang Lizi put down the book and picked up the mobile phone.

It was Liu Qianqian's message, Yang Lizi smiled slightly.

In the past, Yue Yue often chatted with her, called her, and even went to Yanjing to accompany her.

But since getting married, Yue Yue seldom looks for her anymore.

Yueyue has moved to another stage in her life, and she has to give up many things in the past.

Fortunately, she has many grandchildren, even great-grandchildren. Even though Lizi Yang lives alone, her life is quite lively.

People often come to accompany her, or pick her up.

Some empty-nest elderly, their wives died, and their children went to other places to settle down, living a miserable life.

To make matters worse, some elderly people only have one child.

And the child died young.

In their later years, they were relieved to die, but they did not die and lived all the time.

They are muddleheaded, ignorant, and don't know what is the meaning of coming to this world.

But the instinct of life makes them live strong, regardless of things.

"Die Lianhua. Read the end of the farewell pain." Open the photo, zoom in, and see the words inside, Yang Lizi's heart is shocked.

Parting is bitter, especially the parting of yin and yang.

The most bitter, none of them.

Inside the house, the nurse rushed out.

"Grandma, it's time to go back to sleep." The nurse was a little nervous. Yang Lizi's medical watch showed that her heartbeat, blood pressure and other values ​​were abnormal.

"It's okay, I'll go back later." Yang Lizi waved her hand.

"But, you're already half an hour late." The nurse wondered.

"You go back to the house first." Yang Lizi said stubbornly.

The nurse left the pavilion with a bitter face.

If she persisted, her job might be lost.

And she really wants and needs this boring but high-paying job.

150 yuan can allow a young man to drive screws repeatedly for one day.

5000 yuan can allow a college student to take a class that he doesn't want to take for a month.

10000 yuan can make friends show their true nature.

50000 yuan can make relatives and friends completely upset.

A 20 bride price can end a relationship.

30... If you die in a mine, that's the amount of compensation, and a life is probably worth this little money.

500 million, whoever is sincere to you, is true love, and whoever greets you with a smile.

1000 million, you don't need to argue, everything you say is right.

With that in mind, the nurse called Liu He Dong, the boss on duty, after returning home.

The old lady was disobedient and refused to sleep.

Lizi Yang's sons and daughters work shifts every month and are on call 24 hours a day.

Whenever she has any condition, the nurse will be the first to notify the children on duty.

"My mother went to Juzizhou today and met a lot of old friends. She should be in a better mood. It's okay to go to bed an hour late. After half an hour, if she doesn't sleep again, you can tell me again." Liuhe Dong accompanied his wife, children and grandchildren in other places My granddaughter is traveling and playing mahjong happily.

"Reading the end of the farewell to the bitterness of parting, no way to return, the scattered flowers are like this. There is no word at the bottom of the flowers, and the green window spring is with the sky."

Jinhu Mansion, on the balcony of Wang Zihao's house.

Liu Piaopiao rested her chin with both hands, watching each character appear in the pen.

There is a vague sense of beauty and desolation.

Liu Qianqian knew it well, no wonder her boyfriend said that grandma would like it.

All the good things about grandma in the past have come to the curtain call.

A writer is a soul engineer who repairs, purifies, and sublimates the souls of others with his own pen and ink.

Some works are a bit bitter to read, even very bitter.

But just like good medicine is good for the disease, its effect cannot be denied.

Does grandma look bitter?

Liu Qianqian felt that this was for sure.

"Wait to put down the lovesickness lamp, a ray of new love, and thousands of strands of old hatred. Most of all, the world can't keep it, and the beauty will die from the mirror, the flower and the tree."

The language of the whole word is beautiful, and the artistic conception is profound, especially the last two sentences "the most can't be kept in the world, the words of Zhu Yanci, the mirror, the flower and the tree", are amazing sentences that are rare in a hundred years.

Thousands of miles away.

Liuhe East is killing the Quartet on the mahjong table.

With the youngest daughter absent, Liu Hedong is rarely able to meet an opponent, and the less he loses, the more he wins.

Money is a small thing.

By randomly drawing cards, order is created in chaos, and the thrill of winning cards is obsessive.

At Liuhe's age, he would rather not have women than mahjong.

Now his offensive and defensive relationship with Bai Feifei and Li Ling has changed a long time ago.

If Bai Feifei and Li Ling didn't take the initiative to reveal the juice extractor, he would never take the initiative to deliver it to the door.

Back then, the scene of plunging headlong into the abyss without staring at one eye for a moment is long gone.

While happily creating order, Liuhe Dong received a call.

Turning his head to look over, he was stunned.

The old lady called.

Bai Feifei sat on the sidelines and watched Liuhe River play cards. He didn't go to the table, but when he heard the phone ringing, he also craned his neck to take a look.

"Why did Mom call?" Bai Feifei suddenly became nervous.

Liuhe Dong was even more nervous, he rarely received calls from the old lady.

Every time there is a dozen, it is not a good thing.

(End of this chapter)