I still wear thick clothes. Now I sometimes put on the thickest leggings, little boots and heavy tweed coats for myself.
I’m afraid of the cold, especially the cold constitution.
One exception is black, and finally put on a top cashmere black hat for yourself.
When I went out, Zhuang Nianhua waited for me at the gate. He wore a black tweed coat like me, but he wore sunglasses. Now I can see his nose and sharp lip line. He is like his father. I can’t observe his emotions.
My clothes are all selected by Laozi and Zhuangzi. Now it seems that the old dealers have customized clothes in this Italian Gaoding store. I am a woman. I really want to change clothes, but time is limited and I am too deliberate to change clothes now.
Zhuang Nianhua held a photo of Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi to me, and on his right, we both looked solemn and dignified, sad and depressed.
Zhuang Nianhua went into the room when he cremated his body, but I stayed outside and waited for him to come out with others.
I can’t send him the last trip.
But ZhuangNianHua didn’t let me Chen Yi tearing face.
Time calls you in.
☆ Chapter 1 You have to accompany me to suffer.
Seeing cremation with my own eyes for the first time in my life has put people into a melting pot, but my heart is almost tightly pulled into a ball. I can’t think about it. Will it hurt his soul if he is burned to ashes?
Zhuang Nianhua is like a silent and tall tree facing the melting pot. I don’t know what to think, but I look solemn and gloomy.
And I feel dizzy and shaky around him.
I try to stretch out my hand and pull his sleeve.
ZhuangNianHua will you let me out? I can’t stand …
In the middle of my speech, he turned around and looked at me, then stretched out his hand and pulled me into his arms.
No, mom, you have to accompany me to suffer. If you can’t stand it, you have to suffer.
His tone is depressed, and his arms are getting tighter and tighter, which makes my bones ache.
In normal times, I may feel that he is so fragile, but I am also fragile now. I have been with me for many years and I am closer than my relatives. The burning in Laozi and Zhuangzi gives off a pungent smell. I am afraid that I am sad and I want to cry.
So I received the order that I must stay here, closed my eyes and shed tears along my closed eyelashes.
Zhuang Nianhua, I know I am not qualified, but I still hate you.
I kind of told the truth.
But he hugged me tighter, and I almost let go when I was suffocating.
I hate you, too, and I’m qualified.
His mouth is really unforgiving.
So in this hot and closed room, two people hate each other, but they fit in and stick together tightly.
I think life is a fantasy.
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We shed tears when we came out again, and our eyes were hurt by the wind. I finally understood why Zhuang Nianhua should wear glasses.
He cried when he just hugged me. I couldn’t 
help sobbing. He touched my shoulder and neck and tears fell on my skin.
He’s crying. There’s a place I can see
For a moment, my heart was dignified and I said that I was sad and blamed myself. Zhuang Nianhua was as hard and condensed as I was when I was growing up because of the lack of maternity in my father’s cold war for three years.
But when he came out, he was holding the urn, and I was holding the photo, but the eyes of both of us were already dry
We not only wear the same clothes, but also have expressions.
We went to the cemetery.
Others have already got to the flower tomb and waited for the sky to be gloomy and terrible.