Miss Cousin is Always Busy

The cemetery of Luo Minghuan's mother is in the cemetery of the Luo family.

Luo Minghuan found a place and stood in front of the tomb.

It is dyed with snowflakes, and the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife" are written on it, which makes people feel extraordinarily cold.

"Put things here and keep them away."

Luo Minghuan turned his head and said to Ruyun, Ruyun nodded, put the box not far from Luo Minghuan, and kept the umbrella a little further away.

"Come on, hold an umbrella."

Luo Minghuan put the hand on Junzishu's hand, Junzishu nodded and took it.

Luo Minghuan opened the box, and put a bunch of flowers on top, with dew on it.

The small light blue flowers were particularly conspicuous in the flying snow, Luo Minghuan wiped the tombstone with his fingers, dug up a little snow, and put the flowers on it.

Although the flower will be submerged by the wind and snow sooner or later, it looks so vibrant at the moment.

"Since my mother left, I've been visiting her twice a year."

"He will come too, but I don't think my mother necessarily wants to see him."

Luo Minghuan seemed to be speaking to a gentleman's book, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Luo Minghuan took out another small jug of wine from the box and poured it in front of the tombstone.

"Mother, it's different this year. I'll marry the person you've always wanted me to marry."

"If you married earlier, you will be happier seeing it."

"This is Yuanyuan, my wife."

Luo Minghuan showed a smile to Junzishu, that smile was different from the past, with some dreamy and hazy meaning, as illusory as this snowflake, falling in the air very quickly, disappearing on the ground without a trace .

"Mother hello."

Junzishu obediently shouted at the tombstone, and those who listened were also very sweet.

"If you see her, you will like her as much as I do."

Jun Zishu just smiled at the side, tilting the umbrella towards Luo Minghuan, snowflakes stained their clothes, but no one cared.

Luo Minghuan was indulging in it for a long time, she held Junzi Shu's hand, her eyebrows seemed to be enduring great pain.

She coughed and heard people worrying.

Gentleman Shu didn't care about holding an umbrella, so he hugged Luo Minghuan in an embracing posture, and patted her on the back lightly.

The umbrella was blown farther away by the wind, and was covered with wind and snow a little bit.

After Luo Minghuan coughed, she looked up at Junzishu's concerned expression, and bent her eyes at her.

That's great, at least someone cares about her and stays with her.

"Mom, I've already done it, because they did something I don't want to forgive. I really want him to go down with you, but I can't do it yet."

Luo Minghuan touched the cold tombstone, staring deeply at the words on that tombstone.

Jun Zishu, who knew the truth, sighed inwardly. This mother is really ruthless when she says she is ruthless.

Luo Minghuan was talking intermittently, while Junzishu was listening silently beside him.

After staying for a while, Luo Minghuan stood up, pulled the gentleman's book, and picked up the umbrella again.

Ruyun hurried forward to pack the box and followed behind them.

Luo Minghuan was obviously in a bad mood, and she didn't speak on the way back, which made people feel that she was a little colder.

Jun Zishu didn't intend to watch Luo Minghuan be so depressed all day long, pressing his warm hand to Luo Minghuan's cold face.

"kindness?"

Luo Minghuan looked at the gentleman's book with a dazed expression.

"Don't be unhappy, my husband, okay? I see that my husband is not happy, and I am not happy either. It's boring here."

Gentleman Shu pointed to his chest, looking depressed too.

"But there's nothing to be happy about."

Luo Minghuan touched Junzishu's hair, if she was in front of others, she might put on a pretense, but in front of Junzishu, she didn't even bother to hide her true emotions.

To be unhappy is to be unhappy. This day a few years ago was her nightmare.

"That Yuanyuan coaxed her to open her heart!"

Jun Zishu clapped his hands and rubbed his face.

"Look, piggy."

"This is a puppy, woof woof."

It can be said that Junzishu has spared no effort to make Luo Minghuan happy, no need for idol burdens, all kinds of foolishness.

Xiao Huaxian laughed so hard that she almost convulsed, dangling back and forth.

Damn it hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, this idiot of the host really looks alike. This is definitely one of the black history of the host and the kind that will be recorded in the annals of history.

Gentleman Book has no idea now, and is very serious and serious, playing the role of small animals and making faces to make Luo Ming laugh.

Luo Minghuan really laughed out loud, squeezed Junzishu's face, and hugged Junzishu in his arms.

"Yuanyuan, why are you so cute?"

"I'm open and sincere."

Gentleman's book didn't talk about whether he is cute or not, but he said it cheerfully, with an undisguised smile on his face, she and Luo Minghuan faced each other, raised her head slightly and rubbed her cheek against Luo Minghuan's face .

"Am I an important person to Yuanyuan?"

"Of course, my mother said that once the girl's family is married, she is a member of her husband's family. If I marry a husband, then I am a husband's person. By the way, I heard what my aunt said. Your man, death is your ghost, and my death is also my husband's ghost."

Gentleman Shu laughed foolishly, but he was very serious in what he said.

Luo Minghuan thought it was funny, the idiot probably didn't know the meaning of that sentence, so he used it indiscriminately, although it was true.

"Does Yuanyuan know what death means?"

"Of course I know. Grandpa closed his eyes and was buried in the soil. He will never play with Yuanyuan again. This is death. Mother said that when people die, they will go to reincarnation, and then they will be born as a baby. so."

"Yeah, I closed my eyes and never opened them again."

Luo Minghuan muttered to himself, his eyelashes trembling.

"I've been waiting for that day."

When Luo Minghuan said so, there was no fear in her eyes, only calmness.

She had been waiting for the day when it would all be over, the dust would settle, and she would die.

"My husband won't die. If you're sick, take medicine and you'll be fine. Nothing will happen."

Jun Zishu said with some anxiety that she knew that Luo Minghuan didn't mean that, but deliberately misinterpreted it into this meaning, and according to the little fool's understanding, she could only think so.

"But it's really boring," Luo Minghuan sighed, "After finishing all the things I want to do, I can have a good sleep, I don't have to think about anything, and I don't have to endure this sick body anymore. .”

"It's a relief."

Her eyes were dark, like a pool of stagnant water, and like a long night without hope.

Her true feelings made Jun Zishu a little helpless.

Don't give up hope of living!Isn't it good to be alive, sooner or later you can see hope.

Jun Zishu thought so in his heart, but he was already brewing up and preparing to play.

Luo Minghuan found that the girl in his arms was crying, hot tears were falling down, she made a sobbing sound, her eyes were foggy.

"Why are you crying?"

"Sir, don't think that way, okay?"

"Yuanyuan doesn't want Xianggong to close his eyes and fall asleep without waking up, doesn't want Xianggong to become cold, and doesn't want Xianggong to be buried in the ground."

Jun Zishu choked up and said, she raised her head, tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, her hands tightly embraced the person in front of her, her lips seemed to bump forward recklessly, and touched Luo Minghuan's lips.

Luo Minghuan's body was terribly stiff, she felt the softness of her lips, and also felt the saltiness of tears.

Jun Zishu didn't move, just kept the kissing motion quietly, shedding tears silently.

For a moment, Luo Minghuan had difficulty expressing the gushing emotion in his chest, like a mountain torrent and tsunami, which could overwhelm everything.

Clumsy kisses, like a game between children.

"do not Cry."

Luo Minghuan held Jun Zishu's face in his hands, and wiped her tears with his fingers.

After Luo Minghuan said this, Junzishu's tears shed more joyfully.

"Stop crying, little idiot."

Luo Minghuan said softly again, carefully wiping Junzishu's tears.

"My heart hurts from crying."

Jun Zishu was sobbing, and looked at Luo Minghuan with pleading eyes.

"Is it okay that Mr. Xianggong is not dead?"

"it is good."

"Sister-in-law will always be with Yuanyuan, okay?"

"it is good."

The little crying bag was happy, and smiled through tears, but his eyes were still red, and there were tears on his face, no matter how you looked at it, it was distressing.

"Why kiss me?"

Luo Minghuan asked softly, with a trembling voice.

Luo Minghuan clearly felt that at the moment Jun Zishu kissed her, something collapsed in his heart.

My heart was sour and swollen, but I couldn't hide my excitement.

Luo Minghuan didn't know what happened to him either.

"Every time Sister Xiaomei is awkward or sad, Brother Da Zhuang will kiss her like that. After kissing, Sister Xiaomei is really happy, and follows Brother Da Zhuang away with a blushing face."

Junzishu said that with some embarrassment, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Does Yuanyuan know what that means?"

"You know, people who like each other can do it? That's what Sister Xiaomei said."

"I like my husband, and my husband likes me, that's right."

Gentleman Shu pointed to himself, and then pointed to Luo Minghuan, very confident.

"But this liking is not that liking."

Luo Minghuan sighed a little funny, and nodded the gentleman's nose.

"I don't care about this or that. Anyway, I just like my husband. Doesn't my husband like me?"

Jun Zishu stared at Luo Minghuan with wide eyes, as if she knew that if she shook her head or said 'no', she would open her mouth and cry for her.

"I like it, how could you not like Yuanyuan?"

"But you are still young and don't understand anything."

Luo Minghuan stroked Junzishu's hair and said helplessly.

Maybe never will understand.

"I'm not young, how can I not understand, I understand."

Jun Zishu pursed his lips, looking a little angry.

"I'm happy when my husband is happy, and I'm sad when my husband is sad. I want to cry when my husband doesn't want me. When my husband smiles at me, I feel like I'm going to fly. I'm so happy here."

Junzishu pointed to his heart and said solemnly.

"And... I want to kiss my father-in-law."

Jun Zishu blushed, looking embarrassed.