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Chapter 89 You want to live longer, longer!

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    Astonished, surprised, at a loss

    Looking at the girl in front of him, Mo Li suddenly remembered himself fifteen years ago.

    People only think about how to live and worry about why they should live, but few people think about what kind of funeral they need if they die.

    The world believes that death is like a lamp going out, and the past is like wind.  As time goes by, no one will remember that you have ever been in this world.

    Therefore, money should be spent while alive; power and fame should be squandered and promoted while alive.  Don't expect to be famous in the future, just want to enjoy the present.

    It's just that after a person dies, will he really be forgotten?

    When people are alive, will anyone really remember?

    "Lin Ya, what kind of funeral do you hope you will have after you die? At the funeral, who will cry for you? Who will always remember you after you die?"

    After saying these words, Mo Li covered his mouth in disbelief.  Fifteen years later, these three questions that he had sneered at once came out of his mouth.

    And this time, he became the one who asked the question!

    "When a person dies, do you still need to care about what kind of funeral you will have?" Lin Ya wondered.

    In this world, will anyone care about what happens after they die?

    "Do you care?"

    "I don't know!" Lin Ya chuckled and turned her head away.  Even after death, someone is willing to cry for her and be sad for her, but what effect does that have on her?

    Like petting a puppy, Mo Li stroked the broken hair on Lin Ya's forehead, "Then live well until you find the answer!"

    I thought that Song Yu would be abducted by He Siling, so that the roots of his ears would be a little cleaner.  As soon as the test results came out, Ji Ning twittered in Mo Li's ear like a bird.

    Mo Li was so quarreled by her that she finally went to Liu Qin's place to participate in a transnational disease discussion (criticism) video conference.

    Until the end of Lin Ya's drip, Mo Li was not let go by Liu Qin.

    "Xiao Li, the tour is about to start. If you don't take good care of yourself now, what will you do next?"

    "Xiao Li, can you go back to Canada earlier? Garrison has been pestering me all day, and I have a headache."

    "Xiao Li, can you listen to me. Don't catch a cold, don't stay up late, don't miss taking medicine on time"

    Standing outside the clinic, Lin Ya felt that her ears were about to callus.  Why do different people say the same thing to Mo Li?

    This doctor even treated Mo Li like a child, and instructed him over and over again with earnestness.  Lin Ya dared to bet that Mo Li could recite the doctor's words backwards.

    Through the open door, Lin Ya saw that Mo Li was writing something on the paper with a pen.  Suddenly, Liu Qin pulled the paper out of Mo Li's hand.

    "Crack!" Liu Qin slapped the table with his palm, his eyes suddenly widened.

    "Mo Li, I've been talking for so long, but you didn't listen to a word. I'm going to complain to Director Meng. As your attending doctor, my hair is going to fall out."

    Mo Li tugged at Liu Qin's lid, and said with a heartless smile: "Doctor Liu, it's all right, your hair is thick and strong, even if you lose two, you won't lose a single hair. What's more  "

    Mo Li squinted his eyes and said with a smirk: "What's more, I have a friend who is researching hair products. When you lose all your hair, I will send you a few boxes of his best-selling hair growth hormone."

    "Mo Li" Liu Qin gritted his teeth and crumpled the paper full of notes.  Mo Li tilted his head, pulled out another piece of paper, and continued to draw the music score.

    In the ear, there seemed to be another wonderful voice.  Intermittent, but clear.

    On the mobile phone, Mo Li simultaneously interpreted the score he heard to the piano software.  After slightly adjusting the strength and tempo, a piano solo of about 30 seconds is completed.

    "You boy" Liu Qin's anger has not completely subsided, but what else can he say when he hears such beautiful music?

    "Isn't it nice?" Mo Li raised his eyebrows and made a wink unskillfully.

    Liu Qin took a deep breath and put his hand on Mo Li's forehead, "Are you Mo Li?"

    "If it's fake!" Mo Li confidently slapped Liu Qin's hand away, and at the same time rolled his eyes at him.

    "You actually rolled your eyes, Mo Li, are you possessed by a ghost?"

    "It's broad daylight, how can ghosts come out. Besides, we have to believe in science. Don't spread the theory of ghosts and ghosts. What an era."

    When Liu Qin was thinking about whether Mo Li in front of him had been dropped by someone, Mo Li skillfully?Cut out the beginning and end of the ringtone, and at the same time repeat the climax melody with different strengths and speeds.

    Three minutes later, the ensemble ringtone with added violin and cello sound effects was sent to Liu Qin's cell phone.

    "Doctor Liu, this is an apology. Today, you should be tired after talking so much, so I'll go back first."

    "Mo Li" Liu Qin sighed helplessly while holding his forehead.  This guy is really getting harder and harder.

    In the past, it was just facial paralysis, and what he said was ignored.

    Now, I actually learned to have a hippie smile, quickly admit my mistakes, and never repent.

    etc!

    Liu Qin felt that he seemed to have grasped a very important point.

    Hippie smiley face?

    Liu Qin stared at Mo Li's face carefully for nearly a minute.  This guy is still the same as before, with the corners of his lips raised, his eyes slightly narrowed, his smile is as warm as a spring breeze, and his eyes are as cold as ice.

    Sure enough, it was still a paralyzed face.

    However, there seemed to be some light in his eyes.

    "Has anything good happened recently?" Liu Qin asked with a serious face.

    "Roughly the same!"

    Mo Li's neither affirmative nor negative attitude further strengthened Liu Qin's guess.

    "If you want to spend more time with her, you should live longer. After all, if a person lives a long time, anything can happen!"

    "That's true!"

    Mo Li waved his hand and went straight out of the consulting room.  Looking at the two overlapping figures on the ground, Liu Qin laughed involuntarily.

    Sure enough, if a person lives for a long time, anything can happen.

    If Qi Yuan is still alive, knowing that Mo Li has also found the person who can open the door of his heart, how happy he would be!

    It's just that she didn't live to wait until this day.

    Thinking of Qi Yuan, Liu Qin wanted to drink again.  When you are young, you can't meet someone who is too amazing, otherwise you will regret that person for the rest of your life.

    "Mo Li, Mo Li, even for that girl, you have to live longer, longer!"

    After coming out of the hospital, Mo Li sent Lin Ya directly to Director Meng.  The children were noisy, which made Lin Ya not in the mood to think about it, but it gave her a sense of relief.

    The children all go to bed early, and after eight o'clock, there is no sound in the orphanage.  Sitting in the corner of the hall by the window, Lin Ya's eyes naturally fell on Qi Yuan's tombstone.

    "There is no night without dawn!"

    How many people can live to meet the dawn of life?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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