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Half an hour later, mu wennuan was awakened by Li Lingye. Both of them are dressed in black. Li Lingye drives to the funeral home.

The old man has arrived.

The old man seems to have grown old as a teenager overnight, and his silver hair seems to be a hundred years old.

For such a long time, it is impossible for Li Lingye to accompany him.

Li Xiaoning is busy with the business of Li's group.

Li lingxuan is busy with his film and television company.

Li Xiaowei and Li Xiaoke are still too young. They are always old men. They take care of them. There is no possibility for them to take care of them.

Therefore, in recent years, it is uncle Qing who has been with him all the time.

The old man suddenly disappeared. The old man's heart was really hurt.

He sat quietly beside Li Xiaoning and didn't know how long he had been here.

He came here before dawn.

I can't sleep.

After that, there is no one to talk with.

As soon as Li Xiaoning sees Li Lingye and mu wennuan come in, he stands up. "Father, mother, there are things."

He just waits for Li Lingye and mu wennuan to have a look, and then he takes it to the people in the funeral home to burn it with Uncle Qing. It can be regarded as letting those letters accompany uncle Qing. Let's have a thought.

He has no children and never married in his whole life. All his heart is in Li's family. Li Lingye grew up not so much with Li's father as with Qingshu.

Uncle Qing is half of Li Lingye's grandfather.

It's no worse than the old man's own grandfather.

"Good." Li Lingye walks over quickly. He doesn't know why. He just wants to see Uncle Qing's things.

Mu wennuan naturally follows Li Lingye closely.

Where he goes, where she goes.

First, she didn't want him to worry about her. Second, she didn't feel secure without him.

She always thought she would be afraid of such a place as the funeral home.

She used to be afraid of the dead.

But to Uncle Qing, she is really not afraid at all.

That's because in her heart, uncle Qing is her relative.

We are not afraid of our relatives.

It's a box.

It's a beautiful box.

When he saw the box, Li Lingye was stunned.

I don't believe it's a box used by Uncle Qing.

It's pretty fancy.

Because there are many small animals on the box, which are all drawn by hand, not printed.

And those who can draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box can't have anyone else except himself.

The old man would not be so boring to draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box.

He can't draw, either.

He doesn't have that artistic talent.

So, uncle Qing painted it himself.

Open the box and look at the two neat rows of letters and the books that uncle Qing once liked. Li Lingye's nose is sour, because he has read the top one before.

It was Uncle Qing who gave it to him.

He picked it up and turned it over. When he was a child, his memory suddenly appeared. Every time he was angry with the old man, he hid in the woods in the backyard of the old house.

Then hiding, uncle Qing will sneak in and give him a book to watch and kill time.

And he has this book in his hand. Uncle Qing once showed it to him.

Looking at it, he still remembers the contents of the book.

Put down and picked up a Qingshu's letter, that is diary.

This is the latest diary written last week, before they left for r country.

But now, uncle Qing can no longer fill most of the blank diary.

He's gone.

He is about to turn to ashes, take these books and letters, and go to another world.

He just wants another world where there is no murder and no assassination. Uncle Qing can happily read his secretary's letters.

One after another, Li Lingye looks at it at will.

Anyway, it's still half an hour before cremation.

Yamamoto and the two little ones haven't arrived yet.

He is here to read uncle Qing's letter.

Looking at it, he regretted having them sent.

Although these things have no academic value, they are just the diary of an old man in Japan, or the diary of a running account. But when he looks at them, it's as if time goes back to the day when Uncle Qingshu kept his diary, and every word shows his love for himself.

The lower he turns, the slower he turns.

However, I didn't look at every diary carefully. I just looked at it like a lantern, so I read it very fast.Soon turned to the last letter.

This one is also the most worn-out of all the letters.

The corner of the letter may have been broken because it has been read all these years.

Li Lingye imagines that uncle Qing is wearing presbyopic glasses and turns the picture of this letter page by page. His eyes are moist.

He can't go on watching.

After reading a page, I'm ready to put it down.

Just as the wind blows, it opens a page.

When Li Lingye is about to put down this letter, he is stunned.

Just for the content of this page, it is about when he was 12 years old.

To be exact, it is the picture when he and Bai Xianxian met for the first time.

Uncle Qing didn't expect that one day many years later, Bai Xianxian would marry him.

So when I kept a diary at that time, the identity of Bai Xianxian was the little girl who touched porcelain.

When he saw the word "touch porcelain", Li Lingye's lips lit up a smile.

At that time, the six-year-old girl really touched his car, so that he could only take care of her mother's affairs for her.

So she remembered him.

Twelve years later, he became pregnant with his child and later became his wife.

That scene, in retrospect, has been for many years.

But it seems as if it was yesterday, right in front of my eyes, as if it had just happened.

At this time, when he saw the story of Bai Xianxian, he couldn't let it go.

Page after page.

He really didn't expect that uncle Qing recorded the events of that year in such detail, even the picture of Bai Xianxian pestering him to hold him in his arms, otherwise he would not sleep was very clear.

At that time, Bai Xianxian was a little princess. She was cute and lovely, so that he, who never liked to touch girls, could not help holding her.

And then I don't want to let go.

But when he later buried her mother and went to see her, she was gone.

She was picked up by the Bai family.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't know what love was.

He took the little white boy as a passer-by in his life.

It's just in memory.

But it's just one of the little figures in his memory.

But did not expect, she remembered him, a record is twelve years.