Cannon Fodder Counterattack of Quick Pass Game

Chapter 594 Extra Story: Bo En's Confession
Before the man left, he told me that he died without any ceremony, and that burying him with my mother Lu Ziling was the best funeral for him.

I promised him, but when he really left, I went against my will. I held a grand funeral for him, although, I did it, and buried him with my mother Lu Ziling.

On the day of the funeral, maybe God was also feeling sorry for his departure. The sky was overcast and gloomy, and when I saw him off, there was still a drizzle of drizzle.

Fortunately, it was the weather at the end of May, and the rain brought more refreshing rather than biting chill.Coincidentally, the day he died was May 5th, and I remember my mother also died on May 20th. After he left, I looked through the photo album and found that their wedding anniversary was also May 5th.

It sounds romantic, but...

Mother left too early.

I don't have a deep impression of my mother Lu Ziling. I was less than six years old when she left me.Most of my understanding of her comes from the description of my grandparents. My father never mentioned her, and I rarely mentioned her in front of him.Because once, when I mentioned her in front of my father, my father's face suddenly turned cold, and then he smoked one cigarette after another without saying anything.

I know from my grandparents that my father didn't like to smoke before my mother left.How bitter is his heart that he got into this bad habit, using cigarettes to relieve his worries, and the more he smoked, the more sad he became.

He never mentioned his suffering to me, and he never even told me how he missed his mother.When I was packing up his belongings in his room, I found that he had locked my mother’s photo in the cabinet. No wonder, I hardly ever saw a photo of my mother at home.

He treasured many photos of his mother, and those photos were not only photos of his mother, but mostly photos of him and his mother.His expression in those group photos is something I have never seen since I was sensible.

The mother in the photo is very beautiful, and her voice and smile tell the viewer that she is happy in the photo. Unfortunately, such a beautiful mother has nothing to do with me. She left when I didn't know what happened.

With him... there is a destiny, but unfortunately the fate is shallow.

The weather was bad that day, but there were quite a few people who came to see him off.He was famous when he was young, and it was normal for his funeral to be attended by so many people.

So far in my life, I have rarely disobeyed him. When he has expectations for me, I always try my best to go in the direction of his expectations and try my best to satisfy him.But after he died, I disobeyed him. He said he didn't want a funeral, but I held a grand funeral for him. Many people came to attend and saw him off.

I used this unfilial piety to fulfill my dream. I knew from other sources that my mother's funeral was grand, so how could his funeral be hastily passed?

The send-off is over, I thank those who participated in the send-off, very few are unwilling to leave, I rarely ask them to leave forcefully.

I stood in front of the tombstone of him and my mother, looking at the two tombstones next to each other, my eyes were slightly hot.

Before he left, he never brought me to see my mother.At this time, it can barely be regarded as the day when the three of us are reunited?

The water in my eyes slipped down from the eye sockets disobediently, and I didn't bother to wipe it off, because I knew it would never be finished.

The rain gradually became heavier, from drizzle to bean-sized raindrops.

I thought, I should go.

I put down the bouquet I bought in front of the two tombs, kowtowed three times to each of them, and then I left.

She was gone when I was five and a half and he was gone when I was 22.

The rest of my life is very long, I want to live it well.

　I have struggled for a long time whether to write a special episode, if I don't write, I feel that something is wrong.

　　So I wrote Bo Eun's Confessions.

　　I like this plane. When I write about sweetness, I will laugh along with it. When I write about cruelty, my mood is very complicated.

　　In this plane, Wanwan fell in love with Bo Yan, and I think I fell in love with him too.

　　The next plane, uh...

　　Then, on the 30th of Wenwen, 1w words were changed, and there may be more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)