Lin Zhao frowned, as if he remembered something again, and said, "That Su Shanjun... seems to be very familiar with you. Who is he?"

"A dead man."

Qingshanke smiled slightly and said, "In other words, he is a very good friend of the senior brother. Later, he passed away and lived here with a ray of soul, which became the most unwilling concern for the senior brother."

"oh……"

Lin Zhao frowned: "Will people who have left think of us?"

"Yes!"

Qingshanke said: "When we think of them, they will definitely think of us."

Lin Zhao's nose felt sour. When he thought of his father and his mother, his eyes were covered with mist and he said, "Actually, many times I miss my mother very much and want to see her again, but the adults in the town said that if you die, you will die and you will never survive again. The so-called death means you will leave forever."

“It’s not like that.”

The Qingshanke bowed slightly, stretched out a finger and gently pointed Lin Zhao's heart, and smiled and said, "Although they are no longer here, they have always lived with us..."

The boy was in tears.
Chapter completed!