Chapter 1795 (1/2)

”My mother, my father is really closed?” Shennianmo finally asked what he always wanted to ask.

“…… Well. ”

Forced laughter is like a balloon. Her son's casual words are like a needle to her. A little stab is dangerous to break.

It seems that the pain will spread anytime and anywhere, to drown her whole person

She forced a struggling smile and stood up: ”go, read the stranger, let your mother see how your homework is!”

……

Missing is like weeds. If it's a little bit exciting, it will be a disaster.

Let people want to get drunk to solve thousands of worries, want to use crazy sleep to anesthetize themselves, coax themselves.

But for Ning Xuemo, she can't do it, because she has a son, and she hasn't indulged her sad capital.

All the bitterness is in her heart. She tries to make herself busy and paralyze herself with busyness.

Just a little leisure, she will be distracted, long and long distracted, now she is looking at that bookshelf of books.

Almost all of these books were written by the God Jiuli himself, and any book opened was his free and easy handwriting in the condensation.

They are new and old, and the new ones are obviously prepared for the spiritual stranger, because the contents are completely aimed at his physical characteristics.

As for the old ones, they are placed neatly, including Buddhist scriptures, poison scriptures and medical scriptures There are many kinds of things.

A person's life is too long, and his kung fu is too high, which inevitably leads to some boredom. So what shenjiuli has learned is very miscellaneous, and his interest often shifts. When he learns a skill at its peak, he will write a summary and discard it. These books are his summary.

Shennian Mo is endorsing, Ning Xuemo will sit here and look at it casually.

In fact, she can't read anything in her present state of mind, but it's good to see his handwriting here.