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| | Wandering by the lake (9th Jan 23 at 2:06am UTC) | | Wu Chongtian, Wu Chongtian, how dare you come here? Do you have the face to come here? Jia Jianfeng clenched his fist and looked at him fiercely. Wu Chongtian looked around and dared not say a word. Jianfeng, forget it. Don't mention the past again. Jia Fuqing was upset and did not want to cause any trouble in this matter. Jia Jianfeng glared at him and really wanted to breathe a bad breath, but he still took a step back with some consideration. Father-in-law, I'm sorry, it was my fault before. I just said, don't mention the past again. Didn't you hear? Jia Fuqing's voice trembled a little. No, I have to speak clearly in front of my brother, so that I can feel at ease! "Peace of mind?"? Even if you don't speak, you will feel relieved. Still sleep soundly every day. Jia Jianfeng could not bear to see his affectation. I don't want anything to go wrong on this special day. The past is over. What's the point of saying it? Can he be resurrected? Jia Fuqing was so angry that the more he spoke, the more angry he became. He kept pointing at this and pointing at that. The rest of us stopped talking. The funeral will take place slowly. Relatives and friends from all walks of life came to mourn, and they could not bear to send this poor child. It was almost noon, and it was time to bury him. Jia Fuqing stroked the coffin with both hands, and two lines of old tears drizzled down. The mourners stood on both sides and could not bear to push the old man who had lost his son away. "No more than noon," or it will be unlucky. Jia Jianfeng went over and pulled Jia Fuqing away. As soon as the mourners had tied the ropes, a man came up and said, "Slow down." He was Jia Fulong, followed by his son Jia Jianlang. Because he was ill in bed,temperature scanning kiosks, the wind outside did not reach his ears, and he did not know that his eldest brother's son, Jia Jianjing, was not his own. Near noon, Jianlang went home to get something and told him about it. He flew into a rage, not because his eldest brother hid it, but because a man with a different surname could never be buried in the ancestral grave of his Jia family. So he ignored his serious illness and stepped into the yard that he had not stepped into for many years. Second brother,outdoor digital signage displays, if you are sick, don't come to see Jian Jing off. We're here? Jia Fushan looked at his fragile brother with pity and forgot years of hatred. Ignoring his younger brother, Jia Fulong came straight to the point and said, "Jian Jing is not a descendant of our Jia family. He can't be buried.." We On the ancestral graves. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. The body shakes to fall, the sword wave hurriedly comes forward to hold. People in the village are talking about it, some say that they can't be buried in the ancestral graves, some say that although it's not in harmony with tradition, it's okay, and some say what to do. Second brother, Jianjing is not a member of our Jia family, but he has lived in our Jia family since he was a child, no matter what kind of food and clothing is not provided by the eldest brother? He should count as one of our own! Jia Fushan said plausibly. One side of Jia Fuqing squatted stiffly on the ground, recalling the past, temperature check kiosk ,digital whiteboard price, but also have nothing to say, his heart is contradictory ah! It was really wrong to hide it from so many people, but now everyone knows where to put his face? He sighed and did not know what to do? "Uncle, you can't say that.". He has a different blood and has nothing to do with us. It's not just food and housing that can change him. Jia Jianlang came forward for his father. Jianlang, let's not be so impersonal. He was already very unfortunate in life, and even after his death, he was not given a good place to live? Jia Jianfeng also came forward for his father. It doesn't matter so much. In a word, we must guard the ancient road and follow the ancient rules. We must not bury the sword quietly in the ancestral graves. Jia Jianlang is tough and aggressive. I said Jia Jianlang, you took the wrong medicine today. There are so many elders here. When did you talk about your bullshit here? Jia Jianfeng looked at the angry and solemn uncle and reached out to help him up. "Will you bury him in the ancestral grave?"? Listen to your uncle and follow his advice! Jia Fuqing stood firm and said angrily, "What are you quarreling about?"? I'm having a funeral for my son, not a debate. Jia Fulong wanted to argue, but he couldn't speak, so he had to give up! "In fact, you're right, I shouldn't have buried him on the ancestral grave." "Uncle." You don't have to say anything. I've made up my mind.
” "Big Brother.". I'm afraid that's not good. "At the worst, when I die, I'll be buried with Jianjing." Jia Fuqing looked at the coffin, felt very sorry for his son, turned his head and said, "bury the sword quietly on the mountain.." Before he had finished speaking, tears fell down. Finally, a small earthen grave was raised halfway up the hill. A child full of sincere feelings for the world, still can not be tolerated by others after death, still lonely and helpless lying on the empty hillside, he shouted, he despised, he hated everyone in the world, but so what? …… May twenty first. Dawn had just broken, and the earth was dimly shadowed. There was a little purple light on the top of the East Mountain, which fell on a few small trees on the top of the mountain and scattered farther through the sparse leaves. Jia Jianping was in a restless mood all night, and his dream accompanied him for a night. Whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, he was haggard. Finally, he dreamed that he lost his footing and fell into the mire. His whole body slowly sank and sank. Later, only one hand was left swinging on the mud. He called for his father, mother, Wenwen and brother to save him. However, there was no movement above him. He began to struggle violently, trying to climb out of the underworld, but the more he struggled, the more he sank. The more he climbed, the more backward he retreated. He could hardly breathe, and his chest was full of air. He was so frightened that he suddenly sat up and woke up. Then he lay on the bed again,touch screen kiosk, recalling the scene just now, which made him tremble with fear. After a while, I opened my misty eyes and saw that the room was bright. hsdtouch.com | |
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