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Heart dance morning rain wedge
This is an unpleasant way to meet, which is both abrupt and unreasonable.
At Shao Wei's funeral, only some good friends attended, and few relatives appeared. They were strangers and didn't know what to say. My condolences to the guests sounded harsh.
Mo Chenyu stood in the corner, deadpan thinking about this absurd life-his father Mo Tinggen died in a car accident at the age of ten, and Shao Wei died of a serious illness at the age of fifteen. There is really only one of her.
Mo Chenyu, who doesn't talk, never knows what it's like to be warm with her. When her father died, she didn't talk to her relatives for a whole week, and she stayed in her room all day playing the piano. The only thing that can soothe her heart is the soft and warm piano sound.
Shao Wei and Mortinger's friends seem to understand her, too.
The son didn't say much, just gently whitened her shoulder: "Be strong! If there is anything, call us, even at two o'clock in the morning. "
Zhen Fang, Shao Wei's best friend and Mo Chenyu's most familiar aunt, also cried with Mo Chenyu in her arms. Compared with a good family in Shao Wei, Fang Ling is a real spice girl.
I don't understand it at all.
Why do two diametrically opposed men become best friends? Fang Ling's husband Zhang can't stand it, coaxing way ...