1950: C1950 Sleeping on His Shoulder

C1950 Sleeping on His Shoulder

Huo Chenfei never had a chance to taste that sweet and sour pork ribs.

Mu Ye and his mother died in the fire. When he woke up from the wine, Mu Ye's father, who had reacted, knelt in front of the two corpses and kowtowed. "It was my fault. I should not have thought that you would run away and burned you... I was wrong. I will never drink or gamble again! "

Huo Chenfei was there at that time. She walked over and gave Father Mu a loud slap.

It was her first time hitting someone, but no matter how much Father Mu kowtowed and cried, his family would not be able to come back.

He was taken away on purpose for murder, and Huo Chenfei did not know what happened to Yu Sheng.

She only knew that after that day, she seemed to have forgotten how to laugh.

She was seriously ill, but life still had to continue.

She had inherited Muye's tattoo shop. Because Muye had taught her before, and she had learned how to draw when she was young, coupled with the fact that she had really used her heart, her hands were very quick.

She bought the modified cross-country that Mugino had rented back then, and drove it wherever she went.

However, no one reminded her that she needed to add clothes when it was cold. They reminded her not to forget to bring an umbrella when the weather changed.

No one would carry her through the alleys of light and darkness. They would say that if they couldn't carry her when they were old, they would sit in wheelchair together.

There was also no proud man who said that even if Huo Chenfei's family was rich, as a man, he had to support his family. So he rejected all the sponsorship. Even if the two of them went out to eat, he would definitely not let Huo Chenfei pay a single cent.

Huo Chenfei thought of the past and cried until she could not catch her breath, "It's all your fault. Why are you so good to me?

How can I forget?

Tomorrow will be five years. How should I forget?"

Beiming Yumo still looked down at the girl beside him. His Adam's apple rolled, but he still didn't know what to say.

Huo Chenfei cried to the end and began to burp.

Beiming Yumo was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so he stretched out his arm to help her breathe.

She gradually recovered. Perhaps because she was tired from crying, she finally could not cry anymore. She only looked at Beiming Yumo with grievance, making him more and more at a loss.

After an unknown amount of time, a weight suddenly came from his shoulder. Beiming Yumo turned his eyes and saw that the girl beside him had fallen asleep.

Her eyelids were still a little swollen, and there were still tears on her eyelashes that had yet to dry. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and she quietly fell asleep.

However, perhaps it was not a good dream either. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making people want to flatten her.

Beiming Yumo's fingers moved, but he did not do it in the end.

He also did not wake Huo Chenfei up, so he still sat on the sofa and slept quietly with the girl on his shoulder.

Time passed minute by minute, but Huo Chenfei did not have the slightest intention of waking up.

She would only occasionally mutter something in a low voice, but Beiming Yumo held his breath and listened carefully, but he did not hear it clearly.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. This was the first snow in this year's winter.

Beiming Yumo knew that the person who paid the shoulder of the girl to look at the snow was no longer there. That person had once planned their future for her in this small tattoo shop.

"It will all be in the past."

"It will all be in the past," he said to the shoulder girl.

The snow outside had covered the whole city with a layer of white. Beiming Yumo looked up and leaned his head against the sofa, looking at the ceiling.2

He had come here more than once, but this was the first time he had noticed the words on the ceiling.

It was a beautiful but elegant English: Morrowson.

The signature was one word: Wild.

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