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Chapter 904 Shen Qingqing knows her life experience

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    What an exquisite and clear woman she was. As soon as she started to be with Harris, she knew that Harris knew everything about her past. On the last page of the diary, she wrote, "The exquisite dice is An Hongdou, and I miss her deeply."

    Shen Qingqing closed the diary, put her head on the cover of the diary, and cried very sadly.

    She casually looked at the photos in the diary. Most of them were photos of Shen Suxin alone. On the back, there were lines of fluent English written in a man's resolute handwriting. She didn't need to think too much to know that it was from that man. There was not much ambiguity, just writing.  The time, place or background mood when taking photos.

    There is only one group photo. He is holding her hand and walking on the streets in late autumn. The woman is smiling softly. The man is looking at her with a rare smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

    With a snap, Shen Qingqing closed the lid of the box heavily, with a mocking smile on her lips.

    After reading it, she put the box into the cabinet again and locked it up.

    In Shen Qingqing's eyes, the secrets in this box, like her life experience, should be sealed away forever.

    Harris is just Harris, and Shen Qingqing is still Shen Qingqing. There has never been any intersection between them.

    It didn¡¯t happen in the past, it doesn¡¯t happen now, and it won¡¯t happen in the future.

    On the day of Shen Suxin's birthday, Harris had already arrived in Tongcheng. He got up very early, parked his car at the foot of the mountain, and the morning sun had slowly risen. He stepped on the stone steps and walked step by step towards the cemetery halfway up the mountain.  As he approached the tombstone, he realized that there was someone earlier than him.

    From a distance, you can see a delicate figure half-kneeling in front of the tombstone, wiping the dust on the tombstone with a clean handkerchief.

    "Mom, I brought your favorite osmanthus cake. Do you think it tastes good? I remember that when I was young, every time my grandpa saw me eating osmanthus cake, he would say, you love it very much." Shen Qingqing  With a naughty smile, her fingertips touched the small photo on the tombstone. She brought flowers and fruits.

    Apart from this small photo, she has almost no impression of her mother. She has almost no impression of her mother. All she knows about her mother is the mother she heard from her grandfather.

    She knows that her mother is a stubborn and proud person. She knows that her mother plays the piano well and is a well-known talent in the music conservatory.

    ¡°Perhaps she inherited her excellent genes, so she has been so good since she was a child.

    "Mom, you have been lying here alone for a long time. Have you met grandpa? Did grandpa tell you about Qingqing? Qingqing is very unfilial. She doesn't listen to grandpa. She is very naughty and always makes grandpa angry."  Like a child, Shen Qingqing pressed the side of her face against the tombstone, trying to get close to her mother.

    But the only answer to her was the howling wind and the cold temperature coming from the tombstone.

    Grandpa said that when she made a sound, her mother gently touched her face.

    "Mom, I will often come to accompany you in the future. This way, with Qingqing by your side, you will not be lonely."

    There was still no answer, but Shen Qingqing seemed to be used to talking to herself in this way. She lowered her head and put the fruits on the plate and placed them one by one in front of Shen Suxin's tombstone.

    Just after everything was done, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of me.

    The visitor bent down and placed a large bouquet of pure white lilies in front of the tombstone.

    Very few people know that Shen Suxin likes lilies.

    Shen Qingqing raised her head subconsciously, a brief moment of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and her expression gradually turned into ice.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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