Looking Beyond The Line

Time is late, the child is sleeping in the arms of the ambition, and I have not been sleeping.

Lu Yixiang sat in Huang Cheng actually looked at Lu Yanyang's sleep relationship, I didn't know how to be happy for my child or it was sad.

The child is still small, I don't understand the pain of life and death, so I will sleep, I wake up, I will see people around you. If you are hungry, you will eat, you don't worry, little heart, there is no pain, just Sensitive petitions are unhappy, so more relying on adults.

But he is too small, and you can't remember his mother's face, can't remember the face of the world's favorite person.

I can't remember the voice of Jiang Yao, I can't remember Jiang Yao for him to reprimand the uncomfortable voice of Lu Dad.

"Yang Yang, I hope that you will grow up, you can remember the photos of my mother, and I will miss your mother." Lu Yixiang low his head and gently kissed the child's face.

So, now, when everyone is most sad, he fell asleep, but also.

Young children don't need to understand that life is dead, Jiang Yao is the same, it will not give her children to understand.

There is no coffin, there is only a small funeral of a small ashes, which is not only a thing in the entire county.

The cemetery is looking for a man who has seen the Feng Shui treasure, a wide place, there is water, there is a mountain, and Mr. Fengshui said that this is Fengshui Trend, which can keep the Tomb Lord to come to the world.

The landing stopped in the front of the ashes, personally put the casket into the small pit, with his hands, a little bit to the pit.

"Daughter-in-law, don't be afraid, here is warm in winter, winter will not freeze you, summer will not sunburn you, don't sleep well."

The road to the land is very light, and the people around you just see his mouth is moving, but he can't hear him in the end and what is said with Jiang Yao.

"Yaoyao, sleep well, maybe, sleep, I am here." Lu Wang stopped and gently patted the clam. "I really don't know, you will not have time, it will be so painful, so sad, One second, I have been over, but it is still long and the same century. "

"I used to say that my mouth is stupid, I won't say good to obey, I will say a word every day, I love you? In the morning, in the evening, as long as you don't think it is greasy." Lu Ying stop slowly Falling on the tombstone on the side.

There is a word in a hurry.

Love wife Jiang Yao's tomb.

Love wife ...

Jiang Yao ...

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Always sleep.

His love wife, Jiang Yao.

Before the tomb, the fire sparkle, paper money, candles, fragrance linger.

Lu Xuan stopped and sat in front of the corner, his body was bought, and it has been placed in his hometown, and there is very few opportunities to wear. Now, he wears her clothes that she bought, and she has finished the short way.

He took an old harmonica with a sleeve from his pocket. "Remember that you seem to have not listened to me many times, I also remember that you said many times I want to listen to me, the piano is too heavy, I have Come, what should I talk, I have been forgotten, my wife, give you a piano, so that you can sleep more faster, sleep, you are not afraid. "

No one answered him, but Lu Bun always seems to hear Jiang Yao to be good in his ear.

After the piano put it in the lips, the landing stopped and suddenly the case.