Chapter 209 (1/2)

Life, experience, will polish a sharp gravel into a pebble to protect yourself. Who knows, in fact, every pebble was angular at the beginning.

At least Mu Wan, who was well protected since childhood, is angular. However, today she collected the edges and corners, looked at everything in front of her, and rubbed her tears.

On May 25, the weather was rainy.

The hazy light rain covered my sight and made everything in the world a little desolate.

With a ten-year-old body, little Lori, wearing a black suit and a black hat, looked at the funeral procession from a distance.

Mu Wan, today, has done something that most people in the world can't do.

She attended her own funeral.

The Mu family withered. She was the only child, so there were not many people attending the funeral. Uncle Mu bought the most luxurious cemetery in Sheung Shui, covering an area of more than 200 square meters.

A line of undertakers dressed in black carried a heavy nanmu coffin. The huge coffin was empty inside, only mu Wan's clothes.

The mourners stood in the drizzle.

Uncle Mu and aunt Mu didn't have an umbrella. The rain fell down their cheeks and wet their hair and shoulders. Mu Wan's heartache.

The most painful thing in the world is that white haired people send black haired people.

Little Lori, only one meter four or five high, pulled yenuo's sleeves tightly with her hands. Her tears kept flowing. She felt heartache for her parents and understood their pain.

But she dared not come forward to recognize her.

He is still a remnant. He died earlier than his parents, which is already a great unfilial. Now, I rashly appear as I was ten years old and stand in front of my parents. Don't say whether my parents believe it or not.

When they believe it, it is the beginning of more pain.

After all, I can live more than half a month with this body. After half a month, I will torture my parents again.

Which parents don't want their daughter to live long? Which parents do not want their daughter to be happy? The same is true of children.

Truth, gentle Mu Wan knows.

Far away, sorrow and music sounded. Mu Wan's clothes grave in the cemetery began to fall into the coffin. The heavy coffin was put into the pit. Uncle Mu stood in front of the tomb and wanted to say some elegy.

The elegy has been written clearly and has been deeply engraved in my mind. But Uncle Mu choked several times and couldn't say a word.

The heart of sorrow and silence is greater than death.

The accidental death of the only daughter hit the two middle-aged people more miserably than expected.

”Bury!” Uncle Mu covered his face with his broad palm. At last, he didn't say much. He took the shovel in the feng shui master's hand, took the lead in shoveling a little soil and buried it on the coffin.

The loess is scattered and scattered.

Humanity is dust to dust to earth. Unfortunately, Mu Wan's body could not be found from beginning to end, leaving only a dress.

Looking at her parents' sad appearance, Mu Wan couldn't help it anymore. She wanted to rush up recklessly and tell her parents that she wasn't dead yet and that she was still here.

Yenuo was quick eyed and grabbed her.

Looking at Mu Wan with bleary eyes, yenuo gently touched her little head: ”bear with it, we still have half a month. Just leave it to me. I'll always save you. ”