Let me say again, you may not be able to bear all the truth.

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On the eve of Qingming Festival, the cemetery was too busy, and it was no longer surprising that there were people all over the mountains and wilderness. Beibei wrapped in a coat and a mask, shuttled through the dead, covering her head with sweat. Her phone was stuck in a thick cotton jacket, and she couldn't hear the sound. She went down the mountain at noon and saw the row of missed calls and a text message.

"Xiao Ben, Canada may not be able to go."

It was Qin Tian’s message, and he said he could not go to Canada. Beibei couldn’t tell whether he was happier or happier. She hurriedly called Qin Tian, ​​hoping that he would be as happy as he did, but the expectation was finally nowhere to be entrusted, and Qin Tian didn’t answer the phone.

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Beibei finally contacted Qin Tian. His voice seemed quite bad, and it seemed that he was disappointed. Beibei's joyful flames were also suddenly extinguished when he heard his disappointed voice. It turned out that he wanted to go to Canada like this, but he had no joy to stay by his side. It seemed that she was self-indulgent again.

She began to look down on herself. How stupid and ridiculous it was. She was so happy to stay a man, and that man had never been happy because of her fate. That was exactly what he wanted to escape, right?

Facing him, she didn't know what to say for a moment, and couldn't react in a daze. Listening to Qin Tian's lost voice on the phone, she was confused. Her excitement was obviously redundant and abrupt. Qin Tian was not only not excited, but even, Beibei felt that his change of mind was the greatest harm to his feelings.

Finally, when he was about to hang up the phone, Qin Tian suddenly said, "I want you to be by my side, Xiaobian." The standard Guangpu, gentle and sexy, his low voice blew over. This is him calling her. Is this love? This is not love, this is loneliness and helplessness that cannot be obtained. Beibei finally did not foolishly think that this is the power of love. This thought was like poison, and in an instant, strangled her.

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At noon, a taxi parked at the gate of the cemetery, occupying two rows of lanes. The car stopped, but the people in the car didn't get off for a long time. Finally, the door opened, but the people inside didn't squeeze out for a long time.

"Wife, come out and pick me up. I'm at the door. Do you see that taxi?" Beibei happened to pass by the door when she received the call from Peng Cheng. She poked her head out and watched the taxi parked in the open space overwhelmingly, as unruly as his people.

She walked over, and sure enough, Peng Cheng was still wearing his black-bottomed and red flower work clothes, holding a large retro blue and white basin, and lying in the seat in the back of the car. Seeing Beibei picking him up, he was filled with uncontrollable joy. The joy was steaming, and he smiled.

"Wife, I've brought you some delicious food. The things in your cafeteria are definitely not right. Look, you have less meat." He glanced at Beibei's wide arms and signaled her to move the blue and white basin down so that he could relax quickly.

The young man's bright smile made people suddenly dazed. He showed a row of neat little white teeth. He looked at the red and white things in the blue and white basin, which were clear and transparent. He was proud and proud. He said, "Wife, don't you like boiled fish? I bought it for you."

Peng Cheng's pride made Beibei not sure what to say for a moment. The basin of boiled fish was very heavy, as if it was much more than the one I usually eat in a restaurant. Beibei took the fish and felt that it was so heavy that she couldn't bear it. The boiled fish had oil on the edge of the large blue and white pot, and she was a little slim, so she put the fish basin on the steps next to it.

Looking back, Peng Cheng still didn't get off the car. He still grinned and smiled sincerely. He was very embarrassed. He said, "My wife, pay me the taxi money, I have no money."

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Maybe he has never been held back by money. Peng Cheng is a person who spends money but does not care about his brain. If he hadn't been full of money, he wouldn't have gone to a restaurant to work. He would definitely have no money to pay the fare when he took a taxi.

Beibei asked him where the money for buying boiled fish came from. Peng Cheng said that he had worked so hard that the salary he calculated in the past few days was enough to buy boiled fish, so he bought it for Beibei. In a few days, he bought a pot of Maoxuewang and sent it to him: "Buy whatever you can! Wife, our boiled bullfrog is so amazing. I just think you may not dare to eat it, otherwise I will definitely give you a pot."

"Come on a pot." He said he would come on a pot. Beibei was amused. When he looked at her laughing, he laughed, and felt that everything seemed to be worth it.

"My wife, this is black fish, which is better than boiled grass carp. Black fish is a fish that eats meat, so the meat is delicious. If you eat more, I will bring you a piece of Indian pancake." He looked like a well-equipped child, and put his hand into the black work clothes, took out a golden oil cake wrapped in a plastic belt from the place where the top was covered with belly and handed it to the girl.

He was so mysterious, as if he had taken out some treasure, his eyes rolled and held it in front of Beibei. He said, "Wife, I'm afraid it's cold. Isn't it still hot!" He stared at her directly, like a sincere child who didn't know how to restrain his joy, and what he held in his hands was his bloody sincerity.

Beibei's heart was filled with unknown emotions. It was clamoring for her, as if there was smoke. She looked at Peng Cheng and felt that she was a dirty bad guy full of worldly affairs, and compared with the person in front of her, she felt ashamed.

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Beibei's colleagues seemed very satisfied with this pot of fish. They said it tasted great and better than what they ate outside. They kept asking which restaurant they bought it. The girl was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. She couldn't say it was delivered by the hotel waiter!

It seems that vanity is also causing trouble. Whether Peng Cheng is his boyfriend or not, Beibei doesn't want others to know. He is just a waiter. She still remembers that Xiao Min always laughed at Wang Qi for finding a driving waste. She doesn't want to do this. Perhaps being a waiter in a hotel is not as good as those driving wastes, so she casually panics, saying it is similar to the truth.

For a long time after that, Beibei felt that this lie was not too round, as if she would reveal flaws after thinking about it casually. It was not a big deal of murder and setting fire. Some people lie every day, but few were as careful as Beibei. After a long time, she finally felt relieved and felt that no one would find out again.

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That night, Peng Cheng called, and he was always talking in a hurry. This time, he was eating bullfrogs in the kitchen, as if he was chased by a wolf. He insisted that Beibei admit that the fish was delicious.

"Have they all eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Did they say I'm good to you?"

They were just those irrelevant people, but Peng Cheng especially wanted them to know that there was a person with him around her. Beibei was so embarrassed that they both thought of going together, but the result they wanted went against each other. She was obviously difficult to explain this problem.

"Have your legs been better?"

"Don't worry, you're fine! Wife, you are so nice, only you care about me." He said shyly, making Beibei feel weird and uncomfortable.

"Yeah!" she responded, but she felt dazed.

Beibei actually didn't realize that she was the same as Qin Tian. She was also evading Peng Cheng. She felt that her little like him was far from resisting her heart. She didn't want him to come to her life, or because in her heart, despite the perfect operation, she still remembered what he was like. No matter how beautiful he is now, he was still the person in her memory, which made him and himself never match him.

Hehehe, Beibei didn't say anything, Peng Cheng still smiled proudly: "That cake is delicious! I knew you would definitely like it. Wife, wait until I buy you Maoxuewang next time, you can wait, I will have ten days, and ten days."

He kept making wishes, giving her everything he could think of, which made him feel very proud. The hidden worries in Beibei always reminded her that it was not as good as making her hot towards him, and she was always in a dilemma.
Chapter completed!