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Chapter 38 Reunion, but it is the marriage of two generations

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    But looking at some aspects, she is no better than Yang Yue.  Some aspects of her will be more fierce than Yang Yue.  She tends to be more masculine.  After all, Yang Yue is Yang Yue, and she is her.

    However, how can I treat a stranger arbitrarily, I don't know her well.  I don't even believe that there will be any chance to get to know her in the future, not even the chance to get to know Yang Yue.

    Yang Yue, lying alone in the grave, is she waiting for me to visit her?  I haven't seen her face to face since she was buried

    ? Take life, claim, never leave your soul

    The first summer vacation after graduation is the most difficult period of time.  The weather in that mood looks hotter, stuffier, and drier.  I was stuck at home for a long time, and I eagerly hoped that it would rain.

    On rainy days, everyone is trapped in the house, just like myself, everyone stays at home watching rainy days, and my heart is a little balanced.

    However, the rain was too heavy, and if it rained for too long, it became annoying.  Humid, unblinking sky, dark, like an anxious mood with an unknown future.  It feels like some privacy of people has been revealed.  Anxious and at a loss as to what to do, facing her privacy being exposed to the outside, and being magnified by some people to make it as big as the sky, she panicked and took her own life.

    When the sun turns the sky blue, people's minds will expand to the size of the sky, and the spirit will be happy and refreshed.

    People reject cloudy days and refuse to miss cloudy days in sunny days.  Just like a person's privacy has been exposed to the sun enough and rained enough, the parties hope that the human influence will disappear immediately, and refuse to be brought up again after the harm.

    People also like that after the heavy rain, the road that must be passed is immediately dry.  The sun in the three volts is indeed vicious and ruthless. After a short time, the thin layer of sandy soil has already turned white with dryness.  The loess roads in the fields were trampled soft by the farmers watching the crops, but they were not sticky.  This is the essence of the loess road.

    The Yang family cemetery is on a small hill beside the Luwei River.

    The crops grow wildly, there is a bad mass of green everywhere, and the earth creates a simple image with blur.

    Green, the green of the sky and the ground, summer is to be full of vitality.

    The mountain road is getting narrower and narrower. It stretches from the exposed ridge to the cornfield, and the green ahead is black again.

    The corn stalks are already more than 1 meter high, the leaves are green and long, extremely lush and wide, like countless arms blocking the road, more like countless robbers, throwing steel knives eagerly.  The mountain road shrinks under the tens of thousands of arms, crawls low, and crawls into the darkness.

    cry!  I can't cry anymore!  Tombs that haunt me.  Her tomb should be fresh, but it's a fresh mess.  Yellow, in green like a puddle of blood, yellow blood.  The tomb was washed away by the heavy rain and was razed to the ground.  A thin stele stood alone, and the yellow color was paralyzed under it. It was dragged down by the flood, along the valley, and was dragged far away.

    I can't cry.

    Yang Yue was buried, God still let her not rest in peace.  Why can't even this last place be quiet.

    Old man Liu collected the loess with shovel after shovel, threw it far behind the tombstone, and piled up a tomb again.

    I crooked it with my hand, held it with my hand, and piled it up to shoot.  My eyes were moist, old man Liu was moving, and before my eyes, they were wet, blurred, and clear again.

    "You came to see her."

    "Well" The voice trembled and was weak, and only nodded.  Tears were thrown out.  The nose was bitter, and the tears welled up even more bearishly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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