Ginger Flower

"Brother Cong, over there! What a big fish. Ah, it opened its mouth."

"..."

"Brother Cong, there will be a sea lion show in a while, I want to see it!"

"..."

"Brother Cong, I'm hungry..."

"..."

Playing with Ning Tao for an afternoon, Cong Shen felt that his leg was about to break. There must be a reason for his parents not to take her out to play... She can move too much... Hyperactivity, this little girl...

"How is your relationship with your parents now?"

Ning Tao took a bite of the hamburger, and muttered: "I told my parents that I was going to run away from home, and they were so scared that they slept next to me every day. They also cared about me a little... but... I still feel a little less What……"

Cong Shen patted the dejected Ning Tao and said: "Adolescence, don't hide everything. If you are in a bad mood, tell your parents. They care about your feelings more than anyone else. If you really can't, call me, don't Another one got away."

Ning Tao nodded, took down Cong Shen's phone number, and asked, "Can I come and play with Brother Cong directly?"

Cong Shen was taken aback for a moment, and said, "My home is in City S, come to City S during the holidays, and I'll take you to eat the best food."

"Something?"

"The food in the big restaurants is not good, so go to the folk alleys to find food. Stinky tofu, pancakes, and wontons are all delicious. An alley is full of delicious food from the beginning to the end..."

"Eh……"

The two seemed to hit it off very well. Cong Shen told Ning Tao about his childhood, his voice was very relaxed, and the fatigue of the past few days disappeared.

Ning Tao rested her chin, being amused from time to time, tilting her head and thinking, who is that Jiang Hua that appeared so many times in Brother Cong's mouth?

Zhan Zhen's funeral went smoothly, but Jiang Hua didn't inform Cong Shen, since he didn't know him well anyway, so it was useless to call him for no reason.

Dad Zhan, the man who has been in the navy all his life, collapsed when the coffin was about to be closed at the end of the funeral. He kept beating on the coffin and said, "Don't you love to be stubborn with me... Get up... Get up and see How did I, a bad old man, become like this because of your incident... get up, relax! You... get up..."

Jiang Hua was the first to step forward, with his back to the guests, so that outsiders could not see Zhan's father losing control.

Silently comforting the man, Jiang Hua patted Dad Zhan on the shoulder and said softly, "Dad Zhan, let Zhan go."

Zhan's father seemed to be out of strength, and was supported by Han Lin, Jiang Hua immediately nodded to the person who built the coffin.

He turned his head and took one last look at Zhan Zhen.

This man made that clean Han Lin become fickle.But he never told Han Lin whether he loved him or not.

Jiang Hua knew in his heart that Zhan Zhen had been playing the role of a little white rabbit, but he was a big bad wolf in his heart, just like Han Lin who used to play with other people's hearts.

But he really loves Han Lin.

Eyes can't deceive people.

In Painter Jiang, when Zhan Zhen saw Han Lin, he had been deliberately buried. The deepest, deepest, deepest love collapsed in an instant. At that moment, Zhan Zhen, who was used to pretending, was not covered up, and Jiang Hua saw it completely.

The sorry at the last moment was also to make Han Lin forget himself completely.

It caused too much harm to him, so I would rather destroy the last glimmer of fantasy for Han Lin.

I'm with you just to earn money to save my brother.

I never loved you.

All I have for you is guilt, not love.

Gradually forget about me with this hatred for me, and then find someone who is really worth it, and live a good life.

Jiang Hua looked at the pale man in the coffin and shook his head silently.

Fool, in fact, Han Lin also knows.

Having been with you for so long, the last little trick can't be hidden from him.

Han Lin supported Zhan's father, and when he heard the sound of nailing the coffin, a line of tears flowed down his face.

sorry Sorry sorry.

I love you I love you I love you.

I can hear it.

But, you can't hear it.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry that the plot needs to be abused today