: Changes, update notice tomorrow

I died in the evening and went home tomorrow. It is estimated that the update cannot be all placed at noon. There are now four chapters in the draft. At noon, there is one chapter. Find the time code in the afternoon to make up in the evening. If time is not available in the afternoon, then It may have to be updated at night, but the day is at least 4D. This is guaranteed and must be done.
I have n’t opened a chapter for a long time, and say a few more words. I once had eight children, but those who live to the age of thirty should only be my aunt and my mother. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the year, the aunt became a vegetative because of soot poisoning. Fortunately, the old man has some senile dementia. Although I haven't seen my aunt for nearly a year, there is no doubt or sadness.
Some people once said that the worst thing in the world is to give black hair to white people. For a white hair person who has sent black hair six times, old age dementia becomes a blessing, which makes people sigh. . Destiny is so strange and mysterious, isn't it?
For my aunt, she couldn't send her mother for the last trip. I don't know if she will wake up in her lifetime. I don't know if she will regret this. Regardless of regrets in the future, at least now, she belongs to the quiet side, not to be as sad as my mother.
When I first got a call from my father, I was also very sad. In my opinion, I was more sad because my mother was sad. I have been Alzheimer ’s for a decade, and that ’s it since I just went to college from a bullet case. Today, the bullet case university has graduated in five and a half years!
Ten years is a long, long time, so long that it can grind off the cartridge case and feel a lot of feelings. It ’s not without feelings. It ’s just that when you find that you love yourself so much, you become a love that you do n’t know. People who become like strangers. Then as time goes by, slowly feelings will fade. Perhaps the cartridge case is a bit ruthless. The cartridge case feels uneasy whenever it thinks about it, and feels a bit cold.
But the minutes passed by night, and the cartridge case began to recall some scenes when he was a kid at home. Finally, the sadness from his bones began to spread. That's my uncle, and I've never been there again.
At midnight, I packed up things and couldn't help but write them down. I hope everyone cherishes the people in front of them, cherish their parents, relatives and friends, and of course they should cherish themselves. Life is really beautiful! Life is too precious!
I wanted to stay here, but there are rules for starting points. I can't post less than a thousand words, so I can only say a few words.
Throughout the evening, most of the time, the cartridge case was remembering the old days, especially in the late 1990s, when the cartridge case was in its early teens and often went to play at home. The hometown of the bullet case is considered to be a relatively poor kind of village, but it is not in the mountains, but it lacks resources including land resources, so although the folks are very hardworking, they are still a bit poor.
In elementary school, cartridge shells really could n’t even eat instant noodles. Many people should have such an experience after 1980, not to sell miserably, it is really miserable now. But at the time, I was eating a lot of good things, such as white mushrooms growing on the wood after the rain, such as toon sprouted in the spring, such as dried small fish picked up in the river and dried, and then cooked in the stove Bean Worm.
Maybe in the future, the shell will have the opportunity to write a copy of the farming text of the 's, which is similar to the style of "Little Landlord". There are many interesting, warm and attractive stories, and there have been many interesting, warm, and attractive lives. I hope that I can write it because I really want to write it suddenly! (To be continued.)