You are the sweet that I can't hide

Chapter 1050 Shall we try our best to communicate in vernacular

Although he didn't believe what Cheng Wanfeng said, that pregnant women are easily harassed by gods and ghosts, but after hearing what she said, he still hugged her tightly: "Are you afraid?"

The man who was holding her was a tough soldier, full of yang, how could she be afraid.

She only hugged his narrow waist, and buried her face in his chest: "Le Weiyang in the world suddenly returned to Dongyue."

He slowed down his pace, put his slender fingers around her small face, and said solemnly: "Little boy, promise me, let's communicate in vernacular as much as possible."

"This is a saying in the ancient Yuefu. According to the philosophy of people in Z country from ancient times to the present, after death, the soul will go to Dongyue, which is Mount Tai. Those who fail to go will stay in the world. Those who are unlucky will become A wandering spirit wandering around."

"Fortunately."

She blinked her eyelashes: "Fortunately, there is a possibility that God will let them live again....Do you believe it?"

"It's going to be crowded."

"Um……?"

"People live once, they live twice, and the capacity of the earth is limited. If this is the case, it will not be able to accommodate it sooner or later. It is no wonder that housing prices and land have soared." He considered it from the perspective of a successful businessman.

Shu Ge: "..."

He didn't believe it, and she wasn't surprised.

Who can believe that people can live again for no reason?
I just hugged him tightly and didn't say much.

When they were approaching Fu Wenwen's tomb, Shu Ge had already seen Cheng Wanfeng's figure, so he blushed and hit his chest with his elbow.

Only then did Fu Nanting put her down, took her by the hand and walked over.

Shu Ge saw Fu Wenwen's black and white portrait on the tombstone.

Cheng Wanfeng doesn't have a photo of Fu Wenwen, even if he does, it's probably from when he was very young more than 20 years ago.

Therefore, a well-known painter in the city was invited to draw the portrait on the tombstone by hand based on his own memory.

Fu Wenwen on the tombstone is a quiet and gentle young woman, with black hair lingering behind her head, a slender figure, thin lips and curved eyes, and a smile that makes people feel happy.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he was somewhat similar to Fu Nanting.

This is also what she imagined Fu Wenwen to look like.

Cheng Wanfeng was sitting in front of Fu Wenwen's tombstone. When he heard them coming, he turned around with red eye circles.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse: "Here we come."

Fu Nanting knew that today's sacrifice brought back Cheng Wanfeng's longing and sadness for his mother, and he probably cried in front of the tomb just now.

Not much to say, and Shu Ge went over, lit incense and worshiped.

Shu Ge looked at Fu Wenwen on the portrait, and said softly in his heart:

Auntie, please bless the third master to complete the task as soon as possible and be safe and sound, and please also bless me and his life to be smooth and smooth.

After burning the incense, the two stepped back, leaving time for Cheng Wanfeng.

She watched Cheng Wanfeng chanting silently to Fu Wenwen's tomb, couldn't help looking at Fu Nanting, and whispered:

"One day, we will be like your parents."

Life time is limited after all.

He and she, after all, one will go first and the other will go behind.

Then yin and yang are separated.

When you think about it, you realize how wonderful it is to be alive.

I don't want to waste a minute with him.

He pinched the tip of her nose angrily and with a smile: "Are you thinking too early? You can at least live to be 100 years old."

Shu Ge pouted: "I don't want it. At 100 years old, you are already an old man. You must go to coax other little girls."

"Maybe it's you who will dance square dance with other old men then." His tone was a bit sour.

(End of this chapter)