"Xiao Lingzi, you went to Q University to study in Chinese. What are you going to do after graduation?" If you couldn't understand the conversation between the two technicians, Ling Xiaoxiao could only pull Ye Ling to chat. Eight, one Chinese, w said w       W.

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Ye Ling raised his chin confidently: "Of course you are a writer."

"..." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Ling speechlessly. This girl has hated reading books since she was a child. She can count the literature books by counting them. She is a writer? This girl was so excited by the death of the old lady.

"Hey, what's your look?" Ye Ling glared at Ling Xiaoxiao with dissatisfaction: "There are many people in our class who have serialized novels on the literature forum, and their grades are good, and I want to try it too."

This method is not bad. Ling Xiaoxiao changed into encouraging eyes: "Then you can think of a story and try it out, just practice writing."

Ling Xiaoxiao had heard the boy discussing with Zhou Shao and others before that he would join the group if he wanted to get a few more people. Ling Fan was motivated and smart, and the key was his own family and was very honest. It would be strange if the boy would let him go.

It should be OK for my younger brother to work hard to earn money to support this sister who has been unrestrained...

The night was getting deeper and the funeral was about to be held early the next morning. There was still a lot of things to do when the fall was over. My uncle and Ling Fan were left to watch the night, and the others went back to sleep.

When Ling Xiaoxiao returned home, she felt cold outside and was a little cold. She climbed onto the bed and hugged Jiang Zizhuo desperately to keep warm. Eight Chinese      W.

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"Do you have a lot of things in your school?" Ling Xiaoxiao was confused.

"Not much, we can go back later on May Day." As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao spoke, Jiang Zizhuo only said something.

"Okay." Ling Xiaoxiao shrank in Jiang Zizhuo's arms and fell asleep deeply. She was so tired after working hard all day.

At five o'clock, the alarm clock rang on time. At the end of April, the sky was already bright. Ling Xiaoxiao struggled to get up, but was pulled down by Jiang Zizhuo on the bed: "Don't get up in a hurry. Slow it down, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Outside the room, Ling’s parents were already getting up to prepare breakfast, and the aunt’s family was also getting up to pack their things. Ling Xiaoxiao was confused for a while and then quickly got up to go out to help Ling’s mother.

At six o'clock, all the relatives and friends who accompanied the funeral arrived in the yard. Ling's father, Ling's mother and uncle's family were all wearing heavy filial piety to receive visitors in the yard. Ye Ling had a white cloth strip tied to her head, a hemp rope tied around her waist, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had just cried.

Granddaughters like Ling Xiaoxiao don’t need to wear a black veil on their arms like them.

After she got up, she felt a little dizzy. Thinking that she didn't eat much the day before, maybe because of her low blood sugar, she found a few pieces of candy in the room and put it in her pocket.

At half past six, the hearse arrived downstairs on time. All the wreaths sent by relatives and friends these days were loaded into the car. My uncle threw the spirit basin and threw it hard, and the hearse started.

Ling's father's leader was considerate and worried that the car was not enough, so he sent all the buses that could be called in the unit. In addition, the car drove by his aunt and a group of business friends. The car was very wealthy. When the hearse in the front was about to leave the county town, the car behind had not started yet.

Ling Xiaoxiao sat in the car where Jiang Zizhuo drove back. The car swayed and made her feel like she wanted to vomit. She quickly took a candy from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. It melted sweetly in her mouth, making her feel a little better.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Zizhuo turned. When he turned, Yu Guang glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao.

"It's okay. I guess I haven't eaten it these days, and my blood sugar is a little low. I brought out the candy and just eat a few more." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled at Jiang Zizhuo. When the little boy turned cold, he looked scary.

"There are bread and milk on the back seat. You can eat a little first, and the car will drive slowly. It will take a short while to arrive." Jiang Zizhuo naturally won't care about Ling Xiaoxiao at this time when driving. Anyway, he is better at settle accounts after autumn.

Ling Xiaoxiao obediently turned around to get the things. She didn't have much appetite the day before, but now she felt very hungry. She obviously had little breakfast, so she couldn't figure it out and took out a small bread.

The hearse was at the front, and every time he passed the intersection, he had to sprinkle paper money to lead the way. Ling Xiaoxiao held the milk bread and watched the white paper money being rolled up by the wind and spinning in the air, and suddenly lost her appetite.

Most of the people who came to pay their respects were Ling's father, mother, and relatives and friends. The cars that followed were almost all full. When the car drove into the yard of the crematorium, a large group of people came down.

The matters at the crematorium were arranged by my uncle. He called everyone to walk into the lobby next to him. The cremation time was set at 7:30, and there was still half an hour to say goodbye to the body.

Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand tightly. She always felt that only in this way could she get some strength without falling down.

The old lady's face was still kind, and she lay there as if she was sleeping heavily. The corners of her mouth were still in the curve that she had most often seen, as if she could continue to squint at them as soon as she opened her eyes.

In front, a staff member was reading the life and past compiled by his uncle. Ling's mother and aunt's daughters were crying and sank to the ground while listening.

Ling Ma cried heartbrokenly: "Mom, open your eyes and look at us again, why do you have the heart to make me a child without a mother?"

When Ling Ma shouted, the aunt, aunt and aunt who were already suppressing the sound all let go of the voice and were about to rush forward while crying. The people around them quickly pulled them back.

The venue was in chaos, and there was no way to continue to do it in such a crying environment. The staff could only jump to the last item: circle the body for three times, and then bow and say goodbye.

Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand tightly, and her eyes were already blurred. She raised her hand desperately to wipe it, but she couldn't finish it. She wanted to make her eyes clearer so that she could engrave this figure deeply in her heart.

Ling's mother was already crying and collapsed on the ground. Her father was about to push the body with his uncle to cremate. He couldn't take care of it, so he could only call Ling Xiaoxiao, who was crying from the crowd.

"Baoer, please be careful with your mother. I and your uncle have something to do. Let her cry for a while and then get up. The ground is cold. Don't go back and get sick." Dad Ling's voice was hoarse and his head was chaotic. He had a lot of things these days and had no time to shave his beard. He was so embarrassed that he would be.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded to Ling's father, wiped her tears, turned around and went to Ling's mother: "Mom, get up, the ground is cold."

She stretched out one hand to pull Ling's mother, but Ling's mother was a little stunned at this moment. She pulled her for a while but she still didn't respond.

Ling Xiaoxiao was anxious, afraid that Ling's mother would have something wrong, so she quickly tried again. Then, she felt that her eyes suddenly became dark and she fell straight to the side.

(To be continued.)

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