The cold wife of rebirth is hard to favor

Chapter 62

Living in this world, everyone will inevitably have many difficult hurdles to overcome, just like the grandfather of Namiya Grocery Store in "Jieyou Grocery Store" said: "Those who write to Namiya Grocery Store are all There's a hole in the heart, and something important is leaking out of that hole."

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"Little guy, happy birthday." Xiao Junmo opened his arms, waiting for the woman with a dull face in front of him.

"Three-brother three." Murong Yunmin stood on tiptoe and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.Xiao Junmo lowered his head against her forehead and rubbed gently a few times, and the tips of their noses rubbed again a few times.As always, nothing seems to have changed.

She sat at the table, looking at the bowl of noodles in front of her, she even forgot that today is her birthday.

She picked up the chopsticks, the tip of her nose was sore, she held back tears, and stuffed the noodles into her mouth, although her sense of taste was dulled by emotion, any delicacies from mountains and seas were not as good as this bowl of noodles.She choked up while eating, crying and laughing on her face.

"Fool, why are you crying?" Xiao Junmo looked at her and rubbed her long hair, but there were also tears in his eyes.

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"Niuer, happy birthday!" Ye Lianzhao's voice came from the phone, "Niuer, I will give you whatever birthday gift you want."

"Really?" Murong Yunmin sniffed.

"Your second brother, when did I stop talking?"

"Second brother, I want to go see my brother."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, "Okay, I'll make arrangements."

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It was already winter, and the sky was getting dark very quickly. Murong Yunmin was walking in the cemetery in the evening, wrapped in a black coat.

In the desolate and cold cemetery, there are only tombstones standing quietly.

Time is like a rusty axe, clumsily carving the world, leaving traces of deja vu for people to remember.Only the dead still remember the place where the moonlight withered, and the sultry encounters bloomed in full bloom.Those who were born have long been far away from this place.

Life is the osmanthus in late autumn, when it falls, the fragrance fades away.

The past is like the wind, blowing away all the sorrows and sorrows that flew down like snow in my life, like butterfly wings passing over the dry heart sea, the heart is desolate.

At the end of the strange road, sprinkle a cup of pale and white ashes, how many weak human feelings can retain the regret of being richly nourished and poorly buried, at the end of the sad elegy, kowtow to the lonely soul under this silent blue monument A so-called condolence with the most affection and righteousness?And in this world, between life and death, how many bitter souls whose bones are not cold have escaped into emptiness, but they can no longer find a trace of remembrance in this world.

Murong Yunmin stopped quietly, as if she was lost here.

When she was young, her elder brother led her to walk in this cemetery, and when he came to a black stone, he told her, "Sister, didn't you say that you missed your mother? My mother sleeps here, and she will always look at her little padded jacket in the sky. of."

"Brother, why does mother sleep here?"

"It's cold here, will mom cry?" She raised her head, wanting her brother to tell her.

"Go and talk to mom." My brother shook her little hand.

She climbed up awkwardly, touching her mother's black and white photo with her tender little hands, and her mother was smiling at her.She looked up at her brother, but he just smiled at her...

She raised her head and looked at the gray sky, trying not to let the tears flow from her eyes, she told herself that her brother didn't like to see a crying sister, Murong Yunmin, you have to laugh.

She forced a smile on her face and continued to walk inside, following the path in her memory.

She saw the tree—the tree she ran to plant next to her mother when she was ten years old.She wants it to be with her mother all the time, just like she is by her mother's side.

She grew up, and so did the tree.

However, there were two black monuments beside the tree.She knelt down, but she couldn't move any closer.Her beloved brother lay there.

She is no longer the girl who was holding her brother's hand when she was a child. She knows that Yin and Yang have been separated from each other since then, and even though the years have changed, she will never be able to meet him again and call out - "Brother".

"Brother, I'm back, but you're not there anymore."

"You said you would come to pick me up. It turns out, brother, you can also lie."

The woman knelt there trembling, curled up into a black ball, and merged into the endless night.

At night, not only can you hide your identity, but you can also cover up your fragility.

On this road of life, there is always a certain way, only you can walk alone, no one can help you, you have no other way but to be strong yourself.

(End of this chapter)