"Of course I thought, those who did not have it, but for me, are those things too frivolous? Am I not doing this? Otherwise, I really lack this courage ...

... "Chang Yufeng is quite puzzled and uneasy.

He came here, and he was looking for the shadow outside the star world to chat with his mother for a moment.

It's just a chat, because for him, this is not an imaginary thing.

His mother seems to be closer, and only people like him lack this closeness.

I don't know why, no matter what, he feels that he is missing, a most sincere feeling.

I don't know why, this feeling makes him don't know what to say, and he doesn't know what to think about, so that he really rarely answered.

However, he does lack a life as a [response].

He is not a response, he is at most ... what?

He didn't know.

"What?" Chang Yinglan asked slowly, as smooth as breathing was slowly flowing out.

"What do you want to say ... I don't quite understand what you are talking about, and I have been asking you the question, you have never answered, this is a very bad habit, I am

It's your mother, I ask you the question, you will not answer, and I can't imagine what kind of state you are in front of others. You will hope that others will tell you so much, and then you don't say anything.

Don't you respond? "

Chang Yinglan touched her chin. Her white void body lacked the real sense of flesh and blood, but at present, she really doesn't care about it at all.

She thought about: "Well, this is very similar to your dad. At first, his old appearance was because of this reason that he hated me ... Who told your dad to send it?

I like me like crazy ... "

Speaking of which, Chang Yinglan really laughed, and the feeling of smiling accidentally couldn't hold it, and made a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha ... Speaking of your dad is funny, that funny, when I was pregnant, I did a lot of stupid things. You can't think of it.

To what point is my wife when I am pregnant ... hahahaha! "

This kind of smile is a kind of smile from the heart, which is absolutely not acceptable for others.

Chang Yinglan's downward shrugged. Her shrugging was not as simple as others, but she tilted it with her own body and put it up.

"You, what are you worried about? I see you frowning, and I don't want to chat with me at all. This is really sad. If you have so many important things, I will go back.

You, you are rare here, I want to chat with you well. Now you look like this, it's best to end our chat. You go back to the spiritual world and tell your dad

When you are, bring me something I can eat, what fish I brought last time, yes, Ankang fish, or sea bass, the picked stabbing me for a long time.

These ghosts come here, I hate it. "

Chang Yinglan's unceremonious number fell into her husband.

Of course, this number is more like a wonderful thing called love,

After all, a woman says to her son, saying that, there will be no negative emotions in it.

How many husbands and wives are this love complaint?

In the final analysis, there are still too many things that will not wear out. Only those who do not know how to cherish or those who are abandoned will always be slowly slowly by the [love complaints] damage.

Chang Yinglan stood up and watched his silent son. He is not a good person now. Chang Yufeng definitely has the same power as looking for a waste of shadow, but he is really elusive.

In this world, how should he face the dilemma.

"So, go back." Chang Yinglan slowly stood up and stretched his waist. Her brows were locked, but she lacked a lazy voice: "You now ... Yes

Will you not use the method of king? Give me a look, let them take a look at the real body of [Changyu Feng] in the spiritual world. If they like it, maybe they will follow you

Maybe there will be new gains. "

They naturally refer to the stars next to them.

Cute rice dumplings.

Live Xiaobai.

Smart Ruyi.

There are also timid little snakes. The four star sitting sitting quietly and being unwilling to speak, nodded with their own personality excitement.

The star hangs the sky high, turns into the galaxy at the top, and the splendid and magnificent people don't know how to say.

But Chang Yufeng didn't think so.

He heard his mother's words, but he only used actual actions to show the answer to one of the questions.

Chang Yufeng was wearing a black robe and a black herself, and instantly faded under the white Chinese clothes of Wang's Fa.

His silence was actually inconsistent. In front of his mother, he was silent, so he really felt a little bit of feeling as his son.

This is his opinion, but lacks a real ... emotion .........

He, once, how, want to see his parents.

This is really a small dream, hope.

Now, he has seen his father and his mother, but lost the most balanced self -confidence in his heart.

How do he know how well he did it?

How do he know if he should do it?

How do he know whether he is willing?

What to do?

What is important?

Or is everything called Chang Yufeng lacks one of the most true pursuit?

What is he pursuing?

Is it your parents?

Or your own life?

Or Linde's life?

Why can't I always go around "Linde"?

This person ...

[Really handsome ... It's like! You said! Dear Chang Yinglan!]

The word of the dumplings patted her hands, but Xiao Lan looked at the fat panda [rice dumplings], and said in a very ambitious voice: "Handsome, my little owner inherited my master's perfect face.

It's fixed! That is, his long hair fluttering is similar to the master! "

"You go ... shave your hair ... Ah? Did you hear it? In this way, no boy should look like at all, not what I said you, even if you are the empire's life of life

Children can also leave a short hair as the Principality, not to say that the empire must have long hair, the hair is long, and how much is not qi.

My essence of qi is on the front, do n’t have long hair, what is melancholy and melancholy, this is very bad. I can’t control your dad, that is, your dad, I also hope that he will leave a short hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

It is too long to stay, for men, somewhat melancholy ... "

Chang Yinglan is a person who traveled through the spiritual world, so it is absolutely reasonable to say such a thing, and the "suggestion" that has seen the world.

"Look at it, I said, you'd better make your own look novel, don't always switch in white and black clothes, do you understand what I mean? In your world,

Leave more other colors, don't think there are only black or white in this world, otherwise, it will be very good. "

"I ..." Chang Yufeng said almost a word.

"You can leave, if you don't want to chat with me ..." Chang Yinglan was almost indifferent: "Remember what I said, it is good, but if you have your own opinion

You don't need to use every step I said. "

Didn't she explain it? She didn't remind her son again to leave again.

She stood like that, watching the table in front of her son dissipated.

"After all, you still don't exist, right?" Chang Yufeng lowered his head and exhausted all his strength to say this.

No one knows what he is talking about.

I didn't know what he was thinking.

It seems that everything is left without any truth.

Chang Yinglan did not answer.

"If I want to ask you, do you want to go back to the spirit world, what would you answer me? Mother ..."

Chang Yufeng's breath was recovered. He thought about the support of the shadow of shadows outside the star world. Now he can only tell his mother that some parents are short, and he sincerely feel owed.

Perhaps this is the so -called [response].

If someone loves you deeply somewhere and loves you deeply, when you can't make [response], when this must make you respond because of love, it must be suffering.

Yes, unforgettable.

What kind of [response] is the suffering of this [response].
To be continued...