Sweet Wife in My Arms

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"Huanhuan..." Ye Shuyun walked over, put her hand on Yanhuan's hair, and gently stroked it. Who is this poor child so cruel? He must treat a mother who has no mother like this child,.

"It's okay," Ye Shuyun comforted Yan Huan.

"We put your mother's ashes in the temple, and let the monks who are good at you help her overdo it, okay?"

"Okay," Yan Huan gently stroked the bone box ashes held in her arms, just like her mother hugged her when she was a child, but she can't do much for her mother. Can't feel it, can't enjoy it.

Her mother is cold, this cold one, the ashes, and the ashes that have long been dissatisfied.

These are actually the deepest and most painful thoughts of a daughter.

Because she no longer has a mother.

Yan Huan carefully handed the ashes box in his arms to a master. The master nodded his head to Yan Huan. This was to hold the ashes box and put it down, then recite the sutra.

"Actually, I don't know, is this useful?" Yan Huan looked at her mother's ashes box wrapped in red cloth. "I just want her to sleep quietly in a place. I also know that people die like When the lights go out, she is dead and she is dead, and the good things that she did not enjoy before she was born, the good things she did not eat, the things she did not get, the scenery she has not seen, can no longer belong to her."

She lowered her eyelashes and held out her hand again. "In fact, the most I can't bear is the mother Zeng Jin holding my hand and brushing my hair, but it turned into a pile of powder and she won't call me again. Name, I won’t care about me any more, I won’t wash my meals any more, I won’t coax me when I cry, I won’t stay with me when I am scared, nor Will be watching me all night when I am sick. She was lonely and very painful when she died."

"In fact, looking at my mother's appearance at that time, I was thinking that she was dead, so that she didn't have to suffer anymore. She hasn't had a good life in her life. This world is really cruel to her. "

"You said..." She raised her head and asked Landing Yi, "Is my mother guilty, or am I guilty? Is it because our mother and daughter have done too much sin in the last life, why do you want When it comes to this kind of end, there will be no peace of life or death."

Oh, it's frustrating.

How serious is this word, who doesn't know?

And now it’s only half of her mother’s ashes in the ashes, and this is actually just a thought, a miss, no matter how much it is, how expensive and beautiful. What is the use of her ashes box, her mother is still dead, she doesn't have a living mother who hurts her.

Lu Yi grabbed her by the shoulders, and then gently held it.

"She never felt that she was suffering in her life," Lu Yi also looked at the ashes box, with full respect, because this is the mother who gave birth to Yan Huan, if there is no her, there will be no Yan Huan existence, it is impossible There are the three children he loves.

But he did not believe that for Mama Yan, her life was a tragedy, that she was tortured and died, but her liberation instead.

"Isn't it?" Yan Huan laughed miserably.

"No," Lu Yi turned around and put her hand on Yan Huan's shoulder, then stared at her eyes seriously, "Trust me, your mother's life is happy, although she has suffered and has pain. , There is pain, but she still has you. You are the biggest and best surprise in her life, because she has you, her life is continued because of you, she can lose everything for you Anything that can be tolerated, and her greatest regret is not because she has suffered in this life, but she cannot accompany you to the end, watching you get married and having children, watching you have a good life."

"Really?" Yan Huan shuddered her red lips. "Mum really didn't blame me, didn't she blame me for the disasters she brought to her? Let her not live well when she was born, and After dying, there is no peace."

"Really," Lu Yi adjusted her hair. "You are a mother, compare your heart, think about it, think about Xiao Qi and Xiao Guang, you will understand how your mother treated you at that time. Kind of love."

"She loves you, she won't blame you."

And under the curling blue smoke, there was a peaceful chanting sound.

They can't hear what they read, but they can hear the compassion under the dream.

The Buddha said: People have eight sufferings, birth sufferings, old sufferings, sicknesses, death sufferings, resentment will suffer, love to parting from suffering, not to suffer, and five aggregates are flourishing.

And the Buddha said that life is hard.

Yan Huan covered her face. She squatted outside the hall, crying almost without crying, just like her after the mother left, and also hiding like this, she didn’t dare to let Yiling know that she was crying secretly, but After crying, but still have to continue to live.

Lu Yizhi is standing here, he did not pass, because he knows that Yan Huan needs such a time and such a way to vent almost all of his sorrow in his heart.

She is too bitter. She has been suffering all her life.

They all thought that all the suffering was over, and they thought their disasters were all over.

In fact, they don’t know, but some things are really starting, and the hands with disaster are also pressed against the sky of their side. I don’t know when they can go to see the moon and the clouds, and also I don't know when the rain will be fine.

Sun Yuhan will look at the pink diamond ring on his hand. The pink gem on the top is larger than the one with Yan Huan, and it is more expensive. Of course, it is also difficult to obtain.

"Grandpa, you said that the woman's mother's grave was dug and the ashes were smashed?" Sun Yuhan asked Ye Jianguo, they were all a little unbelievable. When did this happen, it was really, great Right.

"Yes, I don't know who did it, but no matter who did it, it will be revenge for you in the end." Ye Jianguo gently stroked his granddaughter's hair, just like before, he also touched his daughter The hair is the same, it's equally fine and soft, and it also feels distressing.

This is the granddaughter connected with his blood

"Grandpa, is that woman really cramped? But who is so ruthless and smashes the ashes of others? But I never thought about it." She will do things, and she will be happy about things that make others cry.

She just likes to build her happiness on the pain of others. Isn't it fun, is it interesting?