Chapter 291: Love yourself love parents

It's three days before the drowning soul agreed.
At ten in the middle of the night, Yang Zimei appeared by the moat, summoning the soul.
The soul came to her, bowed her head, and the resentment on her face remained strong.
"Not found?" Yang Zimei asked.
"This world is so ugly and people are so hypocritical, I really can't find anything that can touch me or be beautiful, except for one." Said the helpless soul.
Yang Zimei raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"
"This morning, a little girl sat on her father's shoulders and stood at the bridge to watch the scenery. I remembered that when I was a kid, my dad likes to hang out on my shoulders and say that I'm like a doll, yes His beloved baby, oh ... "
Speaking, the ghost covered his face and choked, "My parents have always loved me so much, but I died for the man who betrayed me, causing my parents to die in depression."
"does it worth?"
"not worth it."
The ghosts gritted their teeth. "When I think of it, I want to stab myself to death. I don't know how to cherish the love of my parents. I deserve to suffer like this every day."
"indeed."
We tend to be mean in this way, hurt our parents for some outsiders, ignore their love for themselves, and think that is justified.
How sad is the parent who loves one's own body when he is skin-skinned?
"Is there only such a touching heart?" Yang Zimei looked at her. "This is not enough. I will give you three more days to find two more things that can move you. Otherwise, even if you are overdone, you will be born. This tragedy will repeat. "
"I can't find it. In this world, except my parents' love for me is pure, I think it is hypocritical," said Wraith.
"Try to put aside your prejudices and I will come back in three days."
Yang Zimei turned and left, leaving the dead soul aside, remembering all kinds of mistakes made to her parents because of waywardness when she was born.

Back at home, thinking of the remorse that the ghost had just confessed to his parents, Yang Zimei stood quietly in front of his parents' door.
Their doors were not closed for better ventilation.
Yang Zimei has arranged a feng shui array that is conducive to sleep in their room, so that they can sleep comfortably every night.
Mother Huang Xiuli leaned her head slightly on father Yang Qing's shoulder, and slept soundly.
Dad's face also put aside the hard tiredness of working day, and his expression was soothing.
Seeing their quilt fall to the ground, Yang Zimei walked in, picked it up, carefully covered them, watched them for a while, Fang left, and went to the other rooms to see the grandparents, brothers and sisters.
Seeing that they were all right, her heart was satisfied, but she was a little unreliable.
I'm always afraid that everything in front of me will be like a fantasy flower. If I open my eyes again, I will return to the miserable situation of the last life.
Back in the room, she stood in front of the mirror, trying to see that Lan Yaya could see the last soul that was still attached to her.
Unfortunately, nothing can be seen.
Slightly sighed, sat at the desk, took out the unfinished three-color emerald, continued to sculpt, one knife at a time, poured all his nostalgia and love for grandma.
Hopefully, grandma will be happy.
Suddenly a short message rang from her cell phone, and her heart was pleased. When she picked it up, it turned out that it was a text message from Dragon.
"Sleeping?"
"No, in jade carving."
"How's it going?"
"Well, I just miss you."
"I miss you too!"
"Await your return!"
"Well. I'm busy, good night."
"good night."
The short messages of one after another came to an end, and her cell phone was quiet again, but her heart couldn't be quieted. Missing his emotions grew like weeds.
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