MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-v2 Chapter 119 Extra: daughter

Fan Wai: The author of the mother has something to say: unexpectedly, don't turn around... I hide.

Well, there are also recent statistics that I want to reprint. Please leave an address if you have any reprints. "Mother, the two guests left the gold in the haystack."

"Oh."

Huang Cancan's one gold ingot.

Glittering in the big hands with thick, sturdy and **** mouths.

Very familiar light, but I haven't seen it for a long time.

5 two gold ingots.

Very generous person.

How long is our home? 10 years is enough?

Slowly hang down the wrinkled eyelids and say, "Before the shorter guest wants to give it to me, I don't want it. Is it intentional to leave it?"

"Who are these two people, so rich..." The simple wife has been covering her mouth and exclaiming.

"Don't say anything, this matter is not known to others. Find a place to hide it and use it for the future."

"Yes, mother."

"Mother, I will wash your feet."

A basin of hot water was brought to the front, the water wave slammed down, took off the shoes, and was hugged by hot water to the feet of the two skins.

Comfortable, what kind of enjoyment in the past has been so comfortable?

Can't remember it.

The hand that washes your feet is rough, but the wash is very careful.

The son and daughter-in-law were sent back to the room.

This room is very clean, but it still has the taste that the elderly can't avoid. It's not clear, people think of aging.

Maybe this is the taste of death. The closer you go to death, the stronger you will be.

The hand fumbled out of the drawer and found a bronze mirror with a patina. When I first came, my wife found that her mother-in-law suddenly became fond of basing water to look at herself. She secretly put the only mirror she had in her dowry in her mother-in-law’s room. .

In the mirror is a wrinkled face and gray hair.

I can't imagine it.

I also pulled my loose skin and laughed silently.

The lips are slightly raised, the secret smile, is there an old lady who laughs like this?

However, changing the body is really different. The footsteps are hard to walk, the back is stiff, and the standing time is a little bit sore.

Even the eyes are different.

It’s not the eyes of the old, flamboyant.

It looks like it is no different from other old ladies.

That person, that person's eyes are different, and the former me.

When I first saw it, I was really scared. I saw my body’s own face suddenly appearing in front of me...

It is completely another person.

Walking, laughing, talking to people, even talking to me.

Unlike the estuary I imagined lying in the cold tomb, the corpses are all over and slowly decaying.

He is much more beautiful than me now, so there is no shadow after a smile when he is embarrassed, although it seems a bit sullen and unpleasant.

This kind of person is really jealous.

But very strange, I don't hate him.

He must have adapted everything well?

It’s probably much better than me. The man around him doesn’t seem to love him more, he still likes him.

No one likes me anymore, even people who love me don't like me.

Even Hong Feng is the same.

I finally couldn't help but ask him:

"This gentleman is so handsome, can he be a daughter-in-law?"

The man smiled slightly: "No."

"It’s like my nephew. I heard that I lost it later. I’m probably dead... but the gentleman is born more than my nephew. The child is a thin, not comparable to the gentleman...”

The man’s eyes flashed.

"I have a girl who grew up together from a young age. I have been looking for him since then. I don't know how..."

"It must be very good, so a girl with such a strong feelings, there will be good news, the elderly, you do not have to worry about them." The man smiled, the corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes are very gentle.

Hongfeng must feel that I am getting better, I must be very happy.

Such a person will give her happiness.

I can only live for a few more years, and I will be buried silently in this loess. Like everyone else.

I have never seen it as anything. I was originally an old woman in the country.

Lying on the bed, the old bones seem to be squeaking.

When I woke up, I couldn’t imagine that there were such ridiculous things in the world: men and women, beauty and ugliness, youth and aging, wealth and poverty...

How can I put me in such a body?

The smooth skin suddenly turned into a crane skin, and the roaring powder around it suddenly turned into a coarse cloth, and the appearance suddenly changed into a residual candle in the wind...

A black boy and a village girl ran into it, it was my son and daughter-in-law, and I have a grandson...

Is dreaming of...

Open your eyes again, the situation is still the same.

Then, it is still the same.

"Mother, your body is just right, let me do all these things."

"Mother, can you try this hand with a crutches? There is no wood thorn, I will grind it again."

"Mother, if you are in poor health, give your eggs, don't give them a cow."

"Yeah, Grandma, I don't like to eat eggs."

"Mother, you can wear new clothes with A Niu in the New Year. We are young and we are frivolous."

Slowly, I actually got used to it.

It seems that I was originally a country wife.

Start talking about the harvest and talk about crops.

Start the soles, cook, clean the house, pickle vegetables, and feed the chickens and ducks.

It seems that everything that was beautiful in the past is just a nightmare.

I am quietly waiting for death to come to visit me again.

This time, I will not panic, I want to smile at it, I have to go clean, from the tolerance.

The black curtain of sleep slowly covered, as if returning to the eternal darkness in the middle of the two life.

It seems that it is still a few years...

Hello, if you can live again, how do you live?

... to live clean...

I can’t see the ugly and dirty people anymore, and I can’t see the disgusting things.

Don't have a pretty face, it's best not to look at me more.

Quiet, like when I was a child, I thought I would live with the red phoenix, get a country house, raise two cows, a group of chickens and ducks.

If... Maybe, I hope someone loves me, but don’t want men to be men, or men to women, to be simple, clean, and the ones that have nothing to do with that...

If, if it is too difficult, it will be.