Chapter 2659
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The bright sunshine gradually becomes hot from the initial thin, and the mist in the morning finally disappears. The wind blows over the mountain and dries the tears on Ye Jian's face. She looks at her father still holding her mother's tombstone tightly and has endless words.
The birds flew lightly from the green pines like guards guarding the martyr's cemetery. A small silhouette swept across the sky, falling a string of clear cries and into dad's low and shallow words.
I don't know how long I knelt, and I don't know how many words I said, Fu dad finally released his hands holding the tombstone. At this moment, the tombstone is not cold, but has Fu dad's temperature. It's warm. It seems to be in the black-and-white photo of martyr sun Xueqing.
"You must be tired of saying so much. I can't help it, red plum. I have so many things I want to say to you. You still have to bear with me as much as before."
"I can't often come to see you or chat with you for the rest of my life. I will talk with you for a long time in the future. It's too lonely and cold for you to sleep alone in such a cold underground. You have to spend the rest of your life talking with you. "
"Our daughter Jane can't come to talk with you often. You have to bear more. Hongmei, although you left us, our father and daughter still have to bear more. Do you think I'm a little upset?"
"You used to say that I was hot. If you were tired, you would kick me directly. Every time after kicking, I ask if it hurts. I laugh and tell you it doesn't hurt. Seriously Actually, it hurts. You have great strength. You always kick me on the calves every time you kick. Even if you release your shoes, you will hurt my weak scholar very much. "
"I really want you to come here and kick me a few more times, saying that I'm annoying, and now it's all extravagant......" Fu dad didn't get up immediately when he let go of his hand, but wiped the picture of his dead wife with his own hand first, and then slowly and carefully wiped the tombstone, "it's all stained with dust, you are a clean man, how can you stand it. I have to clean it for you. Otherwise, I will scold me for not paying attention to hygiene. In fact, I always pay attention to health, but you love clean, did not find it. "
Fu's father wiped it very clean. Even the "Tomb of martyr sun Xueqing" and the font such as when the corner under the monument was born and when it was sacrificed were wiped with his fingers.
After all, Fu PA looked at Ye Jian, who was kneeling to a long way, smiled at her daughter, and then said to her dead wife, "red plum, look at your silly daughter. As long as I kneel, she will kneel with me. I confess to you, even if I kneel for a few days and nights, but our silly daughter is reluctant to let me be a father. She must accompany me. "
"This kid is smart, but he has solid eyes, isn't he like you? I'm sure that you will not be shaken if you keep going. "
Fu PA talked with his wife as usual, smiling and beckoning to Ye Jian. "Come on, Jane, let's sit here. You sit here with your mother. I'll sit here and talk with your mother again."
Kneeling for too long, Ye Jian got up with some pain in her knee, but she sat on this side with a smile in his father's gaze.
From morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, Fu Pa said for a while, and Ye Jian said for a while, saying many things, and Ye Jian heard many things.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
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The bright sunshine gradually becomes hot from the initial thin, and the mist in the morning finally disappears. The wind blows over the mountain and dries the tears on Ye Jian's face. She looks at her father still holding her mother's tombstone tightly and has endless words.
The birds flew lightly from the green pines like guards guarding the martyr's cemetery. A small silhouette swept across the sky, falling a string of clear cries and into dad's low and shallow words.
I don't know how long I knelt, and I don't know how many words I said, Fu dad finally released his hands holding the tombstone. At this moment, the tombstone is not cold, but has Fu dad's temperature. It's warm. It seems to be in the black-and-white photo of martyr sun Xueqing.
"You must be tired of saying so much. I can't help it, red plum. I have so many things I want to say to you. You still have to bear with me as much as before."
"I can't often come to see you or chat with you for the rest of my life. I will talk with you for a long time in the future. It's too lonely and cold for you to sleep alone in such a cold underground. You have to spend the rest of your life talking with you. "
"Our daughter Jane can't come to talk with you often. You have to bear more. Hongmei, although you left us, our father and daughter still have to bear more. Do you think I'm a little upset?"
"You used to say that I was hot. If you were tired, you would kick me directly. Every time after kicking, I ask if it hurts. I laugh and tell you it doesn't hurt. Seriously Actually, it hurts. You have great strength. You always kick me on the calves every time you kick. Even if you release your shoes, you will hurt my weak scholar very much. "
"I really want you to come here and kick me a few more times, saying that I'm annoying, and now it's all extravagant......" Fu dad didn't get up immediately when he let go of his hand, but wiped the picture of his dead wife with his own hand first, and then slowly and carefully wiped the tombstone, "it's all stained with dust, you are a clean man, how can you stand it. I have to clean it for you. Otherwise, I will scold me for not paying attention to hygiene. In fact, I always pay attention to health, but you love clean, did not find it. "
Fu's father wiped it very clean. Even the "Tomb of martyr sun Xueqing" and the font such as when the corner under the monument was born and when it was sacrificed were wiped with his fingers.
After all, Fu PA looked at Ye Jian, who was kneeling to a long way, smiled at her daughter, and then said to her dead wife, "red plum, look at your silly daughter. As long as I kneel, she will kneel with me. I confess to you, even if I kneel for a few days and nights, but our silly daughter is reluctant to let me be a father. She must accompany me. "
"This kid is smart, but he has solid eyes, isn't he like you? I'm sure that you will not be shaken if you keep going. "
Fu PA talked with his wife as usual, smiling and beckoning to Ye Jian. "Come on, Jane, let's sit here. You sit here with your mother. I'll sit here and talk with your mother again."
Kneeling for too long, Ye Jian got up with some pain in her knee, but she sat on this side with a smile in his father's gaze.
From morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, Fu Pa said for a while, and Ye Jian said for a while, saying many things, and Ye Jian heard many things.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
The bright sunshine gradually becomes hot from the initial thin, and the mist in the morning finally disappears. The wind blows over the mountain and dries the tears on Ye Jian's face. She looks at her father still holding her mother's tombstone tightly and has endless words. The birds flew lightly from the green pines like guards guarding the martyr's cemetery. A small silhouette swept across the sky, falling a string of clear cries and into dad's low and shallow words. I don't know how long I knelt, and I don't know how many words I said, Fu dad finally released his hands holding the tombstone. At this moment, the tombstone is not cold, but has Fu dad's temperature. It's warm. It seems to be in the black-and-white photo of martyr sun Xueqing. "You must be tired of saying so much. I can't help it, red plum. I have so many things I want to say to you. You still have to bear with me as much as before." "I can't often come to see you or chat with you for the rest of my life. I will talk with you for a long time in the future. It's too lonely and cold for you to sleep alone in such a cold underground. You have to spend the rest of your life talking with you. " "Our daughter Jane can't come to talk with you often. You have to bear more. Hongmei, although you left us, our father and daughter still have to bear more. Do you think I'm a little upset?" "You used to say that I was hot. If you were tired, you would kick me directly. Every time after kicking, I ask if it hurts. I laugh and tell you it doesn't hurt. Seriously Actually, it hurts. You have great strength. You always kick me on the calves every time you kick. Even if you release your shoes, you will hurt my weak scholar very much. " "I really want you to come here and kick me a few more times, saying that I'm annoying, and now it's all extravagant......" Fu dad didn't get up immediately when he let go of his hand, but wiped the picture of his dead wife with his own hand first, and then slowly and carefully wiped the tombstone, "it's all stained with dust, you are a clean man, how can you stand it. I have to clean it for you. Otherwise, I will scold me for not paying attention to hygiene. In fact, I always pay attention to health, but you love clean, did not find it. " Fu's father wiped it very clean. Even the "Tomb of martyr sun Xueqing" and the font such as when the corner under the monument was born and when it was sacrificed were wiped with his fingers. After all, Fu PA looked at Ye Jian, who was kneeling to a long way, smiled at her daughter, and then said to her dead wife, "red plum, look at your silly daughter. As long as I kneel, she will kneel with me. I confess to you, even if I kneel for a few days and nights, but our silly daughter is reluctant to let me be a father. She must accompany me. " "This kid is smart, but he has solid eyes, isn't he like you? I'm sure that you will not be shaken if you keep going. " Fu PA talked with his wife as usual, smiling and beckoning to Ye Jian. "Come on, Jane, let's sit here. You sit here with your mother. I'll sit here and talk with your mother again." Kneeling for too long, Ye Jian got up with some pain in her knee, but she sat on this side with a smile in his father's gaze. From morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, Fu Pa said for a while, and Ye Jian said for a while, saying many things, and Ye Jian heard many things. Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
