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Porter of Two Worlds

By Shi Wen

Chapter VIII. Only the mother is good in the world.

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I don't know how long it took, maybe five hours, maybe ten hours. Poplar has been sitting on the ground and motionless. The surface is numb, and the eyes are red and tears.

The death of his mother was too big for him. He smashed a lot, his eyes were deep, his face was pale, his cockroaches came out, his eyes were ignorant, and his face was so sad that he looked sad.

The subconscious walking dead stood up. He slowly came to the bedside, staring at the mother in front of him, bending his knees and kneeling in front of the body of Yan Guoping.

Boom!

The head was squatting on the ground, and even the ground was shaking slightly, showing how hard he was.

"mom!"

A head squatted on the ground, a word of mom said from his mouth, his voice was hoarse and his heart was broken.

Boom!

The head was once again on the ground, the forehead was broken, and the blood was dripping, but the white poplar could not be ignored.

"Mom, sorry!"

Boom!

Also hoeing, head squatting, time and time again, head broken blood flow...

"Mom, sorry, I am late."

"Mom, sorry, my son is not filial, it’s late."

"Mom, I am really sorry, I am really sorry, my mother... oh..."

Oh...

I kept saying, I kept saying sorry, he hated that he was late, so that he could not save his mother for the first time, let his mother leave the world at a young age, and since then he is a child without a mother... ...

I don't know how many heads were smashed, the ground blood was smudged, and the poplars fainted directly on the ground. It wasn't that his head couldn't bear the stun of hitting the ground, but he was too sad and too sad.

It’s hard not to be difficult to meet each other. Dongfeng is powerless and full of flowers, spring silkworms die to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry!

Mother's love is higher than the sky, thicker than the earth, deeper than the sea, mother's love, selfless, no regrets, no complaints, she hopes that the children grow up healthy and happy, every laughter and laughter of the children can affect the mother's inner feelings, The child laughs, she is happy, the child is crying, and the mother’s heart is broken...

Mother is the greatest, most beautiful and important woman in every person's life.

In October, the mother cares for the child in the stomach all the time, for fear that the child in the belly is squatting, and the tearing pain is revealed by the sound of the birth of the child.

When I was a child, my child was licking the urine and pulling it in my crotch. My mother was not too dirty and tired of rubbing her buttocks.

The child is growing up, a decade or two, my mother has broken a lot of heart, but the mother has no regrets, the child is happy, called a mother, sad, called a mother, encountered difficulties, called a mother.

Mother seems to be the omnipotent existence of everyone's life.

As for a mother word, the mother is like a towering tree to shelter and grow up for the children.

However, today, Poplar’s mother left him and left him forever. He called a mother, and his mother would never answer again. He would never pat his head and ask my family what happened to him... ...

She is on the side, her expression is fixed, and her life is fixed.I don't know how long it took, and the white poplar woke up and looked at his mother in a white bed. He was trembled and swollen like a peach. The red eyes again burst into tears.

The knee moved a little on the ground. He came to the bedside and gently pulled up the cold hand of Yan Guoping. His head rested on the body of Yan Guoping and placed his mother's cold hand on his face.

Keeping this position, Poplar does not move, his face has no expression, his eyes are numb.

When he was a child, he liked to be so spoiled in his mother's arms. Every time his mother would laugh at Xiaobai.

But this time, the mother did not say a word, did not say a word.

Think about it at this time, Poplar does not know how long he has not been with his mother, is it because he grows up and no longer depends on his parents? Is it because of the trivialities of life and neglecting parents? Or is it because the mother who loves the mother’s love from a young age is too natural and the mother is always there?

From small to large, the scene of the scene kept playing in the mind of Poplar.

"My little white will call my mother, my son, call again, and then call it again? Mom likes to listen"

"Son, does this toy like it? Mom bought it back today and is happy to be happy."

"Son, go to kindergarten today, leave your mother for the first time, are you afraid? Be nice to get along with your friends, don't fight, do you know?"

"My white so cool, sixth grade it, a blink of an eye so big, as if yesterday was very little swinging around it, there must be a lot of little girls like it? Do not puppy love, oh, or I knock your block off ...... ”

The beginning of the language, the first time to talk, the first time to walk, the first time to eat, the first time to dress, the first time to go to school, the first time angry, the first time awkward, too much, has been The mother is accompanied by me, taking care of the enlightenment, comfort, and care.

Mother, he is the greatest person in the world, irreplaceable, only because of a mother's mother, she has no regrets!

Just so quiet, quietly leaning on the mother, the face of Aspen numb has a happy smile, slowly closing his eyes, but the tears can not stop flowing, wet face, wet the mother's hand... ...

The mother is still around and can feel her presence.

However, mother, why can't I feel your temperature, why can't I hear you, why...

"Because I don't care enough about my parents. It's because I didn't save my mother when I came late. It's because I don't think there is any danger on the earth. It's because I am because I am all because of me." ......!"

The thoughts in my mind flashed, and eventually Bai Yang attributed all responsibility to himself. Extremely, it was because his mother died.

Pain, pain, heart, regret, regret!

puff!

The closed Bai Yang heart is like a knife, and a blood spurts out, but he seems to be unaware, and he is silent in self-blame."Mother is dead, why isn't you dead? Poplar, Poplar, even if you have the ability to go through the heavens and the ground, you can't even keep your mother, the mother who loves you the most, why are you still alive, why are you dead? Not you, why not you..."

Endless self-blame and confession impact the heart of the poplar, the heart is like a knife, the blood surges, and a spurt of blood again.

At the same time of self-blame, the scene of the past resounded in my mind.

"Little white, lazy, you forget, probably eating instant noodles again?"

"Now give you two choices, either give me a job or I will arrange a girl blind date for you?"

On the phone, the mother said helplessly and funnyly.

"You, when can you grow up, you will protect your family with white white..."

When the family was eating, the mother said with annoyance.

When I was engaged with Wang Qingyu, both parents fell down in front of their parents to tea, and Guo Guoping smiled and opened her face. She took out a red envelope and said red eyes: "Hey, good boy, get up, get up, grow up." The child has grown up..."

Then... then?

Recalling this, Poplar suddenly became scared, and there was no more behind him. He panicked, no matter how he thought, he couldn’t remember the picture about his mother.

After that engagement, it seems that I have not met my mother. The phone has passed many times, but what is the phone?

At this time, Poplar was trembling, frightened, helpless, remorseful and so on.

He looked up and looked at his mother's face and broke his heart: "Mom, Mom, you wake up, I am white, your favorite little white, are you awake?"

"Mom, my mother, can you look at me again? I am a little white!"

"Do you say a word to me again? I beg you, beg you, I can't live without you."

"Mom, my mom, I will be very embarrassed in the future. I will not go anywhere with you. I just want you to look at me with a wink, okay, okay?"

"Mom, wake up, wake up, what should I do without you, what should I do without you..."

"mom……!"

A cry of heartbreaking, in exchange for only the silence of Shu Guoping's sleep.

In the end, Poplar yelled in Yangtian, another blood spouted out, his body was wilting, as if he was ten years old, and he fell softly to his mother, and he wouldn’t move anymore.

That mother, the endless heart is helpless, that mother, the endless pains are gone.

That sounds the mother's exit, affecting his powerful spirit, the room is blowing an invisible storm, the medical equipment is turned into powder, the air is twisted like water, and the arranged soundproof array defense method is broken!

Fortunately, after that, he was quiet, not too much damage.

"Only the mother is good in the world. There are mothers who are like treasures. They are thrown into the arms of their mothers. Happiness can't be enjoyed. Only the mother is good in the world. No mother's children are like grass, no mother's arms, happiness is there..."

The hoarse voice echoed in the ward, and Poplar sang the first song learned by this life. This song was the one that he had just learned to teach him when he spoke.There are only mothers in the world, simple lyrics, simple melodies, but they have done their best to attach their mothers to their mothers.

Over and over again, Poplar kept singing and kept singing.

Relying on the mother's arms, the mother's hand is attached to the face, just as the mother held her own picture of the virginity.

He seems to have returned to childhood.

The difference is that the singing mother accompanied him at the time, he sang a mother will reveal a very happy smile, but now, his mother is not responding, he will sing no matter how good it will not respond...

Only the mother is good in the world, no mother's child is like the root grass. At this time, the poplar only feels that he has not abandoned it all over the world. Apart from his mother's body, he has no sense of security.

Accidents, the reason why they are accidents, is something that happens unexpectedly. No one knows what will happen next in a person’s life.

Although Bai Yang has the cultivation of the true realm, but what is it, he is always a person who lives in the world, not a so-called god that transcends eternal existence, accidents happen, and he cannot control the future!

Don't tell him, is the Shenwu dynasty strong enough? Can happen unexpectedly not collapsed!

There are countless accidents happening every day in the world, and his poplar is just one of them...

Porter of Two Worlds

Chapter VIII. Only the mother is good in the world.

Chapter VIII. Only the mother is good in the world.

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