Miller

It’s a perfect story. When Xiaonian looks at Mu Qianchu, she especially wants to believe in the words of Mu Qianchu.

Because she used to be so trustful, she felt that she could trust Mu Qianchu when she didn't believe in the world, because he was Mu Qianchu, and she was taking care of Mu Qianchu for many years.

Gentle, courteous, and kind.

But how can she deceive herself now? At the same time as the family has an accident, Gongou has also had an accident. How can she deceive herself without any connection here? Everything has nothing to do with Mu Qianchu.

"What about Miller?"

When Xiao Nian asked.

Mu Qianchu observed the look of Xiao Nian at the beginning, and his eyes were full of deep meaning. "According to the rules, I have disposed of his shooting and disposed of it together with his party."

"Death without proof"

When Xiao Nian said, the white lips shivered.

That's too late.

She was too late to come over and it was too late.

"Miller's guilty evidence I have made people record, you can always look at it, or you don't believe in my ability to do things." Mu Qianchu gaze at her, paused, and suddenly asked, "Little thoughts, Who do you think the people who want to save the uncle are good or bad?"

Is this a disguised temptation?

He is tempted, and those who are rescued are not sent by Miyao, have they been notified of her.

When Xiaonian first began to ponder the meaning behind every sentence of Qian Qianchu, she shook her head. "I don't know, how can I know, I only know that my father is dead, we don't even have a year to meet I want to cry, but I can't cry."

At the end of the day, the voice of Xiao Nian was dumb in the throat, and it was impossible to say a whole sentence in complete.

Mu Qianchu looked at her with a distressed look. She reached into her arms and reached out and patted her back. "Well, don't cry, don't cry, I will stay with you, little thoughts."

""

When Xiao Nian didn't push his arms away, the man leaned on his shoulder, his body was shaking, his hands and feet were cold.

When the flute stood by and accompanied Xu Bingxin, he looked up at the two people who were together and silently lowered his eyes, not noisy or noisy.

The funeral continues.

There were a lot of people under the family, and they walked into the church in groups to Xiji’s body. They treated Mu Qianchu very respectfully and obediently.

Everyone went in batches.

When Xiao Nian and Xu Bingxin stood next to each other, one person held a candlestick in his hand, and the condolences came up with garbage, took a white candle and borrowed fire on their candlesticks, then walked to the front to set the candle on the ground.

The church is full of candles.

The nuns continually squatted, hoping that God would pity Xi Jin.

Xu Bingxin was deeply saddened, and he could not lose the attitude of his wife. He could only forcibly endure and stood there and whispered low.

When Xiaonian stood beside her, holding a pure gold candlestick in her hands, I don’t know why, she didn’t have a tear, so it was so uncomfortable, she couldn’t cry.

The candles on the ground are still increasing at a visible rate.

The lights in the church were not bright, and the candle on the ground swayed with countless candlelights.

The funeral process is lengthy and cumbersome.

"boom."

A loud noise rang around the small thoughts, Xu Bingxin suddenly fainted on the ground, and the candlestick in his hand fell out.

The audience is at a loss.

Everyone was shocked and stared at the past.

""

When Xiao Nian looked down on her mother who was comatose, she found that she was not surprised at all.

On the contrary, she is the most calm of all. She prevents someone from forcibly picking up her mother and calmly saying, “No one should touch her, ask a doctor to come.”

"Yes, Missy."

Xu Bingxin just passed out because his emotions were too excited.

When Mu Qianchu took Xu Bingxin into the bedroom, Xiao Nian declined his **** and said faintly. "A thousand early, you are busy with funeral, I want to accompany my mother."

"Good." Mu Qianchu did not insist, took a box of medicine to give a small thought, "This box of medicine you hold, steady heart, aunt has had a slight depression, wait for her to wake up to let her eat, so She will be better."

"Thank you."

When Xiao Nian said.

"Then I am going out, you will have a rest."

Mu Qianchu said, going out, reaching out and looking at the door, but still couldn't help but look inside.

When Xiao Nian stood in front of the bed, his fingers pressed against the bottle of medicine, under the long black hair, there was no expression on his face.

It is not so much expressionless, it is better to say that it is numb. Nowadays, the little thoughts are like a puppet, and the eyes are sluggish and empty. There is no soul. When she paints, her eyes are full of aura, but now there is nothing.

Mu Qianchu smashed his eyebrows and reached for the door.

When I heard the sound of closing the door, Xiao Nian turned and walked to the window. Looking down from the window, it was already late at night, but there were lights everywhere, and there were people everywhere. They gathered together in twos and threes to talk about what to say and what to say.

They are all family members.

No, it’s all people who are admired.

She looked down at the medicine in her hand.

The medicine given by Mu Qianchu.

When Xiao Nian went to the bed to sit down, and then took a few boxes of medicine from his bag and put it on the bed, which was brought to her mother before she came.

As for this medicine

She opened the drawer and placed the pill inside. She was about to close the drawer. When she saw it, she folded a piece of paper inside, and the wrinkles on it were carefully touched over and over again.

When Xiao Nian picked up the paper to open.

It is the love message that the father gave to the mother, a romantic Italian love motto.

Hold the hand, and the old man.

When I thought about it, my mother must always come out and see it.

Xu Bingxin was asleep in bed.

When Xiao Nian quietly stared at her, she seemed to be a lot older, her face was full of dry tears, and the fine lines of her eyes became more and more obvious.

"Mother, you have to be good, you know?"

When Xiao Nian whispered, she really couldn’t stand the bigger blow.

When the father is gone, she can't even be too sorrowful because she still needs to think. She thinks over and over again, if Miyao is here, what will he do.

She must find a way to take her mother out of here, that palace, Europe, Palace, Europe will not be taken away by Mu Qianchu

If it falls in the hands of Mu Qianchu, what kind of end will it be?

When I was young, I couldn’t imagine it.

After Xu Bingxin woke up, he was much calmer than before. At the same time, Xiao Nian together completed the work of Xi Jiyu.

The family of the family withdrew from the island.

Walking out of the high wall, Xiaonian stood on the beach with his casket, and the black skirt on his body floated in the wind. Xu Bingxin held the ashes, blowing by the wind, blowing the ashes into the blue sea.

"Why do you want to sprinkle in the sea?"

When Xiao Nian asked, she still had no tears, her eyes were so red, her blood was very much clothed, and she clung her hands together in the casket.

Xu Bingxin continued to grab a piece of ashes and let the ashes fly.

When I heard the little thoughts, Xu Bingxin turned to look at her. "Before, I liked to swim in the sea. Your father said that the sea is immortal. After that, our ashes will be sprinkled here, then we can I have been swimming in the direction of the water."

When Xu Bingxin said this, she had a smile on her face. She looked at the sea and had a yearning in her eyes. She even had a whole face with her face.

"very romantic."

Xiao Nian said softly.

She thought that her time for returning to her ancestors was too short. She used to think that her parents were married and belonged to the same kind of ice. Now she understands that there is a feeling that no one else can understand.

"Yeah, your father is rarely so romantic, so I remember every word."

Xu Bingxin said with a smile, sprinkle all the ashes in his hand to the sea, and let the ashes go away with the water.

When Xiao Nian gaze at the ashes flying in the wind, the glaring sunshine obscures her eyes.

The father just left.

She didn't know why she couldn't cry, maybe she still refused to accept the facts until now, she felt everything was like a dream.

Very false dreams.

When the dream wakes up, Miyako will kiss her eyes, and her father will cut an apple for her to eat.

Xu Bingxin turned his head. When he saw the empty eyes, he felt a little distressed. He said softly, "The funeral has passed, and you don't feel bad about your thoughts. Your father is selfishly leaving you away, but you as a daughter." Happy for him, his people traveled through the water, his soul will be happy in heaven."

"I didn't feel sorry for my father's selfishness."

When Xiao Nian said.

What qualifications does she have to blame her father, and now she is carrying an endless sense of guilt.

If it is not because of her, how can these things happen? If she never exists in this world, Mu Qianchu will not even have a relationship with the family.

"Small thoughts, happy for him, God will protect him." Xu Bingxin said.

Xiao Nian shook his head. "Sorry, mother, I am not happy."

She prayed that God would bless the father and pray that God would bring all the disasters to her in exchange for the peace and happiness of the person she cares.

""

Xu Bingxin looked at her, and the smile on her face gradually dissipated, leaving only one sigh.

After the ashes were sprinkled, the mother and daughter went back.

The flute and several of his men have been behind them not far from each other.

When Xiao Nian asked Xu Bingxin, "Mother, when I came back, I saw what document you signed on, what is it?"

"In my name, I am supporting the documents of the first time in the town."