Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

The cemetery of Luo Minghuan’s mother-in-law is in the cemetery of the Luo family.

Luo Minghuan found the place and stood in front of the tomb.

It was stained with snowflakes and the words "Tomb of the Beloved Wife" were on it, which made people feel extraordinarily cold.

"Put things here, stay away."

Luo Minghuan tilted his head and said to Ruyun, Ruyun nodded and placed the box not far from Luo Minghuan, holding the umbrella and staying away.

"Come, hold the umbrella."

Luo Minghuan put his hand on Junzishu's hand, and Junzishu nodded and took it.

Luo Minghuan opened the box and placed a bunch of flowers on the top with dew on it.

The light blue flower was very obvious in the snow all over the sky. Luo Minghuan wiped the tombstone with his finger, dug up a little snow, and put the flower on it.

Although this flower will be submerged by the wind and snow sooner or later, it seems so alive at the moment.

"Since my mother left, I have come to see her twice a year."

"He will come too, but I don't think my mother necessarily wants to see him."

Luo Minghuan seemed to be talking to a gentleman's book, but also like talking to himself.

Luo Minghuan took another small pot of wine from the box and poured it down in front of the tombstone.

"Mother, this year is different. The person you have been thinking of me to marry, I will marry."

"If you marry earlier, you will be happier seeing it."

"This is Yuanyuan, my wife."

Luo Minghuan showed a smile to the book of gentleman, that smile was different from the past, with some dreamlike hazy meaning, like this snowflake, falling in the air extremely quickly, disappearing to the ground, without a trace. .

"Good morning, mother."

Jun Zi Shu yelled obediently at the tombstone, and the people who listened to it were also sweet.

"If you see her, you will like her as much as I do."

Jun Zishu just smiled beside him, tilted the umbrella towards Luo Minghuan, and the snowflakes stained their clothes, but no one cared.

Luo Minghuan had been addicted for a long time, she was holding the hand of Junzishu, her brows seemed to be enduring great pain.

She coughed and heard people worry.

Jun Zishu didn't care about holding the umbrella, and he hugged Luo Minghuan in an embracing posture, and gently patted her back.

The umbrella was blown farther by the wind, and it was attached a little bit by the wind and snow.

After Luo Minghuan coughed, he looked up at Jun Zishu's caring look, and curled his eyes at her.

That's great, at least there are people who care about her and stay with her.

"Mother, I have already started, because they did something I don't want to forgive. I really want him to go with you, but I can't do it yet."

Luo Minghuan touched the cold tombstone and stared deeply at the words on the tombstone.

The gentleman who knew the truth sighed in his heart, this mother said that being cruel is really cruel.

Luo Minghuan said something intermittently, and Jun Zishu listened silently beside him.

After staying for a while, Luo Minghuan stood up, pulled the gentleman's book, and picked up the umbrella again.

Ruyun hurriedly came forward to pack the boxes and followed them.

Luo Minghuan was obviously in a bad mood, and she had not spoken on the way back, which made people feel that she was a little colder.

Jun Zishu didn't intend to watch Luo Minghuan be so depressed all day, and put his warm hand on Luo Minghuan's cold face.

"Yep?"

Luo Minghuan looked at the gentleman's book with a dazed expression.

"Don't be unhappy, okay, I see that Xianggong is unhappy, and I'm not happy. It's boring here.

Jun Zi Shu pointed to his chest, looking glum.

"But there is nothing to be happy about."

Luo Minghuan touched Junzishu's hair. If she was in front of others, she might even put on a dress, but before the gentleman wrote, she didn't bother to conceal her true emotions.

Unhappy is unhappy, and this day a few years ago was her nightmare.

"That Yuanyuan coaxes me to open my heart!"

Jun Zishu clapped his hands and rubbed his face.

"Look, little pig."

"This is a puppy, barking."

It can be said that Gentleman's Book has spared no effort to coax Luo Ming to be happy, and the burden of idols is gone.

Xiao Huaxian shook to death when she saw it and smiled, dangling.

Damn, hahahahahahahahaha, the idiot of the host is really alike. This is definitely one of the black history of the host, the kind that is recorded in the annals of history.

Jun Zi Shu has no ideas now, and is serious and serious in playing a small animal making faces and making Luo Ming laugh.

Luo Minghuan really laughed, squeezed the face of Junzishu, and held Junzishu in his arms.

"Yuanyuan, why are you so cute."

"The relationship is open."

Jun Zi Shu didn't talk about whether she was cute, but said something cheerfully, with an undisguised smile on her face. She and Luo Minghuan faced each other, and slightly raised their heads and rubbed their cheeks against Luo Minghuan's face. .

"Am I a very important person to Yuanyuan?"

"Of course, my mother said, once the girl's family is married, she is a member of her husband's family. If I marry a mate, then I am a mate. By the way, I heard what my aunt said, For your people, death is your ghost, and I am also a sacred ghost when I die."

Junzishu laughed stupidly, but said seriously.

Luo Minghuan thought it was funny. The little nerd probably didn't know the meaning of that sentence, so he used it indiscriminately, although it was indeed correct.

"Does Yuanyuan know what death means?"

"Of course I know. Grandpa closed his eyes and was buried in the soil. He will never play with Yuanyuan again. This is death. My mother said that when people die, they will go to reincarnation, and then they will be born as a baby. such."

"Yeah, I closed my eyes and never opened them again."

Luo Minghuan muttered to himself, his eyelashes trembling.

"I have been waiting for that day."

Luo Minghuan said so, there was no fear in her eyes, only calmness.

She has been waiting for the day when everything is over, the dust has settled, and she will die happily.

"The father-in-law will not die. It will be better if you are sick and drink medicine, and nothing will happen."

Junzishu said with some anxiety that she knew that Luo Minghuan didn't mean that, but she deliberately misinterpreted it to mean that. According to the little fool's understanding, she could only think that way.

"But it's really meaningless," Luo Ming sighed happily. "When you finish everything you want to do, you can sleep well. You don't have to think about anything, and you don't have to endure this painful body. ."

"It's a relief."

Her eyes were dull, like a pool of stagnant water, and like a long night without hope.

Her true feelings made Jun Zishu a little helpless.

Don't give up the hope of being alive! Isn't it good to be alive? Sooner or later you can see hope.

Jun Zishu thought so in his heart, but he was already brewing and preparing for the Biao play.

Luo Minghuan found that the girl in her arms was crying, and the hot teardrops fell down. She made a whistling sound and her eyes were foggy.

"Why are you crying?"

"Sang Gong, don't think like that, okay?"

"Yuanyuan doesn't want Xianggong to close her eyes and fall asleep without waking up, she doesn't want Xianggong to become cold, and she doesn't want Xianggong to be buried in the soil."

Jun Zishu choked up and said, she raised her head with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her hands tightly embraced the person in front of her. Her lips seemed to be bumping forward recklessly, and they touched Luo Minghuan's lips.

Luo Minghuan's body was stiff and terribly stiff. She felt the softness of her lips and the salty wetness of tears.

The gentleman book didn't move either, just keeping the kiss quietly, tearing silently.

It was difficult for Luo Minghuan to express the feelings that gushing out of his chest, like a flash flood and tsunami, which could overwhelm everything.

A clumsy kiss is like a game between children.

"do not Cry."

Luo Minghuan held Junzishu's face and wiped her tears with his fingers.

When Luo Minghuan said so, the tears in Junzishu's tears flowed more joyfully.

"Don't cry, little idiot."

Luo Minghuan said softly again, carefully wiping the tears from Junzishu's eyes.

"I feel uncomfortable when I cry."

The Junzishu choked and looked at Luo Minghuan with pleading eyes.

"Is the Xianggong not dead, OK?"

"it is good."

"Xiangong will always be with Yuanyuan, OK?"

"it is good."

The little crying bag was happy and burst into laughter, but his eyes were still red, and there were tears on his face. How to look at it, it makes people feel distressed.

"Why kiss me?"

Luo Minghuan asked softly, his voice trembling.

Luo Minghuan clearly felt that at the moment Jun Zishu kissed her, something collapsed in his heart.

My heart was sour and swelling, but there was unconcealable excitement.

Luo Minghuan didn't know what happened to him.

"Every time Sister Xiaomei is awkward or sad, Brother Da Zhuang will kiss her like that. After kissing her, Sister Xiaomei is really happy and blushes and follows Brother Da Zhuang."

Jun Zi Shu said with some embarrassment, but his eyes were bright and scary.

"Does Yuanyuan know what that means?"

"You know, can't people who like each other do it? This is what Xiaomei said."

"I like Xiang Gong, Xiang Gong likes me, right."

The gentleman's book pointed at himself and at Luo Minghuan, very confident.

"But this is not like this."

Luo Minghuan sighed a little funny, and nodded the nose of Jun Zi Shu.

"I don't care about this or that, anyway, I just like xianggong, don't the xianggong like me?"

Junzishu stared at Luo Minghuan with wide eyes, as if she knew she would open her mouth and cry to show her when she knew that she would shake her head or say "no".

"I like it, how can I not like Yuanyuan."

"But you are still young and don't understand anything."

Luo Minghuan touched Jun Zishu's hair and said helplessly.

Maybe never understand.

"I am so young, how can I not understand, I understand."

Jun Zishu pursed his lips, looking a little angry.

"I'm happy when I'm happy, and I'm sad when I'm sad. I want to cry if I don't want me. When I'm smiling at me, I feel like I'm going to fly. I'm so happy here."

The gentleman's book pointed to his own heart, and said in a serious manner.

"And... I want to kiss my blind date."

Jun Zi Shu blushed, looking embarrassed.