Chapter 1000: Warm Autumn (27)

Pink Rose Love: Warm Autumn (Waru Alan)

（27）

Since the heart has long since left, why should the body be stiff together for the sake of the child?

I feel that those childless Dink families are very harmonious, the older generation has Mr. Huang as an example, and there is Dan among the classmates.

Although Ms. Huang has been serving her husband for more than ten years, her former intimate lover has become a child who is completely attached to her who needs to be taken care of in every detail, and there is also a kind of maternal love that can overflow.

Dan was right to choose Dink, she could devote herself to her work, she had a high starting point, and she should be the highest-ranking person among my high school classmates, so I didn't dare to offend her 16 years ago. I told her: Li Liangshi's desk is full of cups full of tea dirt, and he is waiting for someone to help him wash them.

I taught him to scrub with brewed tea leaves, and that day I washed two cups with the leftover tea leaves from one cup to use. If he hadn't been Dan's friend, maybe I'd have washed all the other cups with the two leftovers I had just drunk.

Later, my aunt also said that I was stupid, "If someone is engaged, they have to rob it, not to mention those who haven't started falling in love yet." ”

Dan said that she was still waiting for someone to wash her cup, and she said: "Han boys will like our somewhat exotic looks at some stage, but they just like it, and it will be a lot of inconvenience to live together."

I don't think there is any unnegotiable contradiction with my husband in life, after all, my mother is also of Han nationality. It is the ideological contradictions that are irreconcilable. For example, the kind of things they treat in the village as casual as peeing, which makes me feel sick.

My husband said: If there are no children, I can take you on a business trip, and it will be fine, and we are still a very happy couple.

I said, "If it weren't for my mother holding her grandson, I wouldn't have married you, and maybe I wouldn't have gotten married."

If I hadn't gotten married, I would have lived in my own villa now, basking in the sun and trading stocks on the top floor during the day, and the walls were plastered with historical charts of the world's major stock markets, and daily candlestick charts of the same proportion.

At night, in the basement, I checked the collection of more than 20 years, and those 3 yuan a piece of jewelry and jade have risen 1,000 times, and they can all be cashed out, and the clothes have returned to their hometowns. I remember that when I was in Yone, I decided to go out to earn money, and of course I wanted to go back to Yoneja to solve the problem. But that question was lost at the bottom of the cliff on the day he walked out of the rice tree.

It wasn't until Almsa told me about my parents, and by the way he was excited when he came to my hometown to see Dabo, that I remembered that I should have made a promise to the villagers in Mi Ya who were afraid that their souls would not return to the Mongolian steppe after death. Otherwise, why didn't they return to the township government with the township cadres, and stayed alone for one night to eat a fresh fish soup made by the last Dabo of the rice tree, made with the fish and water of the three major rivers and three seas in the county?

I don't know why they insist on letting their souls return to the grasslands of their homeland. I remember that the ancestors all hollowed out a piece of fragrant nan wood and put the body in for burial, except for the ancient jade wrapped in ghee in the mouth, there was no other burial, no tomb and monument were built, and even the excess soil would be transported away in case someone bothered.

I don't know if when the soul and body are separated, can the soul really return to its hometown when it is settled?