Xiaobai's Counterattack: The Great God of Glory Lives Next Door

Chapter 135 I suddenly want to be artistic (4)

The proprietress didn't know how she buried him in a trance.

When she saw the letter he sent a week ago and the money he worked hard to earn for her, she burst into tears.

Because she was too sad when she didn't want to leave, so she chose to be indifferent and stay away.But every time he saw her sad expression, his heart ached.

Because she didn't want to be alone and helpless when she left, she worked hard to make money and squeezed out the last value of her life, hoping that her life would be less difficult in the coming days.

I hope she can let go of everything in the past, find a good person again, stay with her in the coming days, and cherish him.

“It’s nice to have your time.

The happiest thing in my life is to meet you.

I hope you can be happy in the days without me.

And, I love you. "

and also.

I love you.

...

How can I be happy without you?
Your appearance took away the greatest courage in my life.The great river I walked with you is the most beautiful scenery in my life.Every minute and every second with you, the air is sweet.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Having seen the ocean, how do you accept the trickle of water? Having loved the best man, how do you adapt to other trees.

In anyone's life, they will fall in love with such a person.He is not perfect, not excellent, but unique.Make you unable to extricate yourself from love, sleep and eat.

After meeting him, you can no longer hold anyone else in your eyes.

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The proprietress later drew a picture book about their daily life, which was a big hit and won the top spot on the quarterly best-selling list in S City.

"I just regret that there were no cameras at that time, so we couldn't keep our memories..."

The landlady stared at the photo with nostalgia, "But, fortunately, I still remember every place we went to..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , oh, oh, oh, oh, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, done, oh, okay okay..." Huo Yucheng's eyes were really red from crying. Luo He had to give her a tissue to wipe her tears.

To be honest, having seen so many romantic tragedies by Guo Jingming and Xia Qixi, and also experienced the sadomasochistic love in Ye Xiao's novels, Luohe's ability to accept sad stories is quite strong.

Perhaps, it may also be because of the hard-hearted reason.

Anyway, after hearing this common romantic tragedy story, she had no reaction at all.

On the contrary, Huo Yucheng, who had always been so arrogant, burst into tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...You have gone through so much, but you can't be together?"

"Yes," the landlady smiled bitterly, "We have only been together for four years. We agreed that we would get married when I came of age, but unfortunately... we could not wait until that day..."

Luo He asked: "Is he...sick?"

"Well, brain tumors...the medical conditions at that time were completely incurable, and they couldn't be cured..."

……

So in the end, the agreed relaxation turned into two people walking out of the milk tea shop with mournful faces.

Huo Yucheng's emotions came and went quickly.

Because Luo He's parents haven't come home yet.So she went to live at Luo He's house for nothing.

They are both in the same community, but the floors of their units are different, but Huo Yucheng prefers to live in Luohe's house.

Luohe's family is so free and no one cares about it. Unlike her family, her mother will start to talk about it as soon as she goes back.

Taking off his shoes, Huo Yucheng immediately lay down on the sofa like a turtle.Hugging the pillow, I didn't even want to turn my eyes.too tired!

Luo He opened the refrigerator and found it empty.Not even a bottle of Coke...

"You sit here for a while, I'll go downstairs to buy some things!"

Before Huo Yucheng could stop her, Luo He had already put on his coat and went downstairs.

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