Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"How can we say abuse of private rights? I just use my power to what I need, don't I? "

Shallow Xi pursed lips: "that you still continue like this, don't take out the king's appearance, I think this is actually very good."

"Oh... As a friend, I've been on a long journey. How about you come and press my shoulder?"

"Lan Ziyuan, do you have humanity. Is it really good for you to treat a person who is frustrated and has lost relatives like this? You don't think it's time for you to come and pity me, and then I'll rub my shoulders and hammer my legs. "

Looking at two people, you say one by one.

Gu Xiaoyan smiles instead. It seems that Qian Xi really doesn't need her to worry about anything. It's very good. As long as Qian Xi doesn't think about those sad things, it's also very good.

"Qian Xi, will you go to the cemetery later?"

"Now." The wind shallow Xi stood up, and looked at a blue kite, just want to ask what time.

LAN Ziyuan also stood up and said, "well, I'll go too. If you don't have time to attend the funeral, you should go to worship Yue. "

Gu Xiaoyan said: "well, you go. It happens that I haven't seen Hao these days. I'll find him." Such Xi Xi, it seems that she does not need to worry about anything, at least someone to accompany, do not need to worry about anything.

On the contrary, Mr. LAN seems to be able to bring Qian Xi's thoughts to things that don't need to worry about so many things, which is also a good thing.

As long as it goes on like this, as long as it's shallow Xi doesn't think about so many things, as long as it's like this.

Not so much trouble.

There won't be so much sadness.

People always try to come out slowly from the pain. Today's situation is much better than yesterday's.

People have to feel a lot of relief.

Shallowly Xi tied up his hair, which made him look much more capable and energetic than that haggard look.

Although these days of sad tears, let her face, like still hanging the tears flowing through the tears, let people look at is all kinds of some heartache.

But fortunately, she seems to be a little perked up now, at least not so embarrassed.

cemetery.

The fragrance of flowers is still everywhere here. It seems that people visit here every day during the days when Duan Yue died, so there are always delicate white flowers here.

Although Qianxi and lanziyuan didn't come here in full dress, the heaviness on their faces came from their heart, especially fengqianxi. When they arrived around the cemetery, they could not stand still, and even trembled, holding the flowers tightly in their hands.

Walking hard toward there.

Lanziyuan suddenly reached out and held her directly: "slow down."

The wind shallow Xi this just stood firm, her breathing seemed a little disordered at this time: "I'm ok." The hand slowly pulled out from his arms, she walked forward calmly.

"You don't look like you're all right."

Feng Qianxi took a deep breath, patted his face and looked at LAN Ziyuan: "it always takes some time to accept."

"Life and death is a common thing in life. As long as you are open to it, it will be OK."

"I know. But sometimes, people always talk about life and death too lightly. Instead, they don't know that when they really face it, they are still at a loss. Maybe as others say, no matter what kind of scar, it takes time to heal slowly. "

"You're right. As long as it's a wound, it will all heal one day."

Two people went to the tombstone in front of the wind shallow Xi, brow deep lock, eyes have been tombstone photos, rare, brother's photos and photos, not wearing a mask, can be regarded as the true colors of the play.

There was a gentle smile in the corner of her mouth. Squatting down, the hand of the bouquet slowly placed in front of the tombstone: "brother, I came to see you. I'm sorry, it's been so many days before I came to see you. I'm really a bad sister. "

Squatting in front of the tombstone, she had countless words to say. At the funeral that day, she was so excited that almost all her emotions rushed out.

Now it's cool.

Looking at the tombstone, it's like her brother standing in front of her eyes. Her words in her heart are silently told to her brother.

Brother

If you are in heaven, you must hear my voice, you must hear what I want to say.

Standing on one side, LAN Ziyuan bent down and bowed deeply, which was different from the squat of fengqianxi. He just bowed ceremoniously, and then put the bouquet in his hand on the tombstone.

"Duan Yue, I didn't expect that the last time I said goodbye, it turned out to be farewell. I'll take the place of the general of the state of Verita, your grandparents to greet you. On behalf of myself, I wish you all the best in heaven. " LAN Ziyuan's voice is surprisingly serious, which is respect for a dead person.

Shallow Xi saw one eye blue son kite one eye, didn't say what. I went back to the tombstone.

And lanziyuan slowly straightened his waist, and his evil blue eyes suddenly narrowed, with a bit of seriousness. Duan Yue, Duan Yue, do you know that you really took away a lot of people's concerns when you left.

You go natural and unrestrained, but do not know the living people, for you worry about pain.

LAN Ziyuan can't help but think of the last conversation with Duan Yue. It was at the airport of vilita. When Feng Qianxi and Duan Yue left the country of vilita, this broken brother was always worried about his sister, afraid that her sister would suffer any injustice in the country of vilita.

I still remember the last conversation at that time.

In the smoking section of the state of veritas.

"Don't you smoke? Why do you come to the smoking section Duan Yue is holding a cigarette in his hand, constantly spitting out smoke clouds from between the lips.

"Don't you have something to say to me?" LAN Ziyuan said with a smile.

Duan Yue also laughed: "it's worthy of being a commander. I haven't said anything yet, so you know everything. Is my expression so obvious?"

"So, you'd better wear a mask."

"Oh." Duan Yue with a smile of appreciation: "in fact, there is nothing to say, just hope that during this period, you can take care of Qianxi for me."

"You really love your sister." LAN Ziyuan laughs, as if to say that Duan Yue controls his younger sister again.

"I'm so afraid that no one loves her."

"No way." Lanziyuan's expression became a little more serious: "I've been there all the time."

"This period of time, then trouble you, that wench temperament is impatient, sometimes will be angry."

"But I'm more anxious than she is." LAN Ziyuan said with a smile.

"I believe you." Duan Yue said.