I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Yun Zhuran was amused. I wanted to explain to her what it meant to "Sleep on the side of the bed." I thought about it and let it go.

Luo Qianyu was still spitting.

"I told you, that Long Yue is just not at ease. If you dare to do something like this, you should go to the hospital and point at her nose and say, there is no way to do this. If you want to die, you should die quickly. Don't scare people. You..."

As he spoke, his voice rose again. The child in bed was woken up again and cried.

Luo Qianyu hurried to hold the baby again.

"Oh, oh, Promise, don't cry. It's mom's fault. Mom's bothering you. Be good, be good, don't cry."

Luo Qianyu put his face on the child's face. When his mother's tenderness arrived, the child stopped crying and smiled.

The child laughed, and so did Luo Qianyu.

"That's good, Promise. You have to grow up healthy and healthy, waiting for your godmother to give birth to a little sister. When you grow up, you must catch up with your little sister. We are the mu family's son-in-law."

"Ah, you told him this at such a young age. Your plan is really long-term." Yun Zhuran couldn't help but tease her best friend.

"Of course, this is called the long term plan. If you give birth to a daughter, those who come to your house to ask for a family must break the threshold. I'm trying to give Promise a sense of competition."

Luo Qianyu touched the child's nose again and the child laughed.

Luo Qianyu turned to yun zhuran and said, "By the way, it's still your business. I don't care what you think. In any case, if it was my turn, don't say that she was going to die. Even if I die before my eyes, I will not agree. Of course. Our The Wind Is Strange is not as charming as Mu Boss. I also know that other than me, a fool, which woman would die for him."

Yun Zhuran nodded, not feeling that Luo Qianyu was right, but just casually. It made Luo Qianyu feel like she was listening.

She still had no decision in her heart.

At noon, Yun Zhuran didn't go home and ate something hastily at the fast food restaurant outside. In the afternoon, she went to the cemetery.

She suddenly wanted to see her mother.

Everything went smoothly except for the weather. For some reason, the weather turned bad again. In the morning, I thought it was a good day, but now the wind is blowing again. It was very dry in winter, and there was a lot of dust on the ground of the cemetery. When the wind was strong, it hit his face and dazzled him. Yun Zhuran couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes, but they didn't improve, and tears flowed out a lot.

"Squinting again." Yun Zhuran walked forward, talking to himself. Soon, he reached his mother's tombstone. When her eyes touched the picture of her mother on the tombstone. Tears could no longer be controlled.

Now, it wasn't because of squinting. Instead, she really cried.

In a flash, mother left for half a year. The picture of her mother on the tombstone was ten years ago. At that time, her mother was still very beautiful, very young, and looked bright and radiant. Compared to her haggard mother who had been unconscious for years, she was two people.

Illness is a terrible thing. Because Yun Zhuran studied medicine, he had a deeper understanding. In a place like the hospital, life and death are played out every day. Those people who were terminally ill, none of them were dying from the disease.

The so-called optimistic attitude is just to comfort himself.

A person's life is only once, and when this only life is about to be lost, the great fear that cannot be described in words will come like a mountain.

Unable to resist, unable to dodge, he could only watch helplessly as he was crushed to pieces.

Everyone is the same, everyone is afraid of death.

"Mom, I came to see you."

Yun Zhuran squatted in front of the tombstone and touched the photos on the tombstone and the names under it.

"Mom, I am such an unfilial daughter. My life is not a failure, but it is far from a success. Mom, before you died, I didn't even find that man. I kneeled on the ground and begged them. They were heartless and had no room for negotiation. Mom, I'm really incompetent."

Yun Zhuran lowered his head deeply. Sobbing softly.

She suddenly felt a chill in her neck, and when she touched it with her hand, she found that it was snowing. There was a thin layer of ice in the palm of his hand, which slowly melted when he was caught.

She raised her head and raised her face. Snowflakes fell on her face.

So cold, so cold.

Tears were still streaming down her face.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything. Will you be angry?"

After asking this question, Yun Zhuran smiled. She knew that her mother would not be unhappy. Mother loves her daughter the most. Even if she didn't bring anything, her mother wouldn't be angry.

Time is a strange thing.

As the days passed, Yun Zhuran began to lose sight of his mother in his dreams. Especially her mother's face. No matter how hard Yun Zhuran tried, he couldn't see it clearly.

Gradually, her memory of her mother became blurred.

Is it because Yun Zhuran doesn't miss her mother? No. Yun Zhuran knew that was definitely not the case. She missed her mother all the time. But mom would never come back.

No matter how unforgettable the yearning, it can not be offset by the passing of time.

Suddenly, Yun Zhuran smelled a fragrance, like a chrysanthemum.

She suddenly stood up and turned around. In her heart stood a person she did not want to see.

"Yun Dangfeng." She said the name with disdain, her mouth slowly curled up, showing disdain and contempt.

The person standing in front of her was Yun Dangfeng. By blood, this man was Yun Zhuran's father. Yun Dangfeng was dressed in a suit with a blue umbrella in his left hand and a bunch of chrysanthemums in his right. This one lowered his head and walked forward silently. Walking to the tombstone, he put his umbrella aside, put down the chrysanthemum, and folded his hands in front of the tombstone.

Lin Jing, I'm sorry. I just came to see you. I, I suddenly feel that spring is coming. You like spring so much. I... I don't know what I'm talking about. I brought flowers. Do you like it?"

"Take it away!"

This was not said by Lin Jing in the grave, but by Yun Zhuran, who was standing in front of the tombstone with him.

Yun Dangfeng was still talking to the picture on the tombstone as if he hadn't heard it.

"It's been more than half a year. Actually, I often think of you. I..."

"Shut up!"

Yun Zhuran walked up to Yun Dangfeng and scolded him in a low voice.

Yun Dangfeng finally got angry, turned around and glared at Yun Zhuran.

"I am your father! Don't talk to me like that!"

"You're my father. Did you just remember?"

Yun Zhuran kicked Yun Dangfeng's chrysanthemum away from the tombstone.

This drastic action also made Yun Dangfeng completely angry. He raised his hand to hit yun zhuran, but Yun Zhuran also reached out and grabbed Yun Dangfeng's wrist. He pressed his hand down.

"Yun Dangfeng, you want to hit me? What right do you have to hit me? Yes, I am your daughter, but this is just a blood relationship. Other than that, what did you give me?"

The veins on Yun Dangfeng's forehead throbbed with anger, and his voice trembled with anger.

"How can you talk to me like that? I'm your mother's lover, I..."