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Chapter 1501 Reasons. Continued(1/2)

"These......"

The man suddenly noticed the small flower baskets on the table in front of the girl.

"so much."

The man was surprised.

...

"dad."

The girl's smile faded slightly, but the corners of her mouth were still raised.

The man arrived just in time.

She was thinking about going to find him.

"I want to visit my mother's grave."

"Tell me the address of my mother's cemetery."

"oh."

The man suddenly said, "These little flower baskets..."

A smile appeared on the man's face, "Your mother taught you this, right?"

"Um."

The girl nodded.

"well done."

The man walked into the house, picked up a small flower basket and looked at it carefully, "You are as clever as your mother."

There was a somewhat nostalgic look in the man's eyes.

However, the man was a little funny, "Are all these little flower baskets for mom?"

“Do you want to fill mom’s grave with little flower baskets?”

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

The girl looked at the table, there wasn't that much, right?

I didn’t feel anything while doing it, and I did so much without even realizing it.

The girl felt a little guilty.

Seems like a bit much?

But, "It's not for mom alone."

"Half of it is for Ah Piao."

The girl defended.

...

"Apiao?"

The man somehow felt that this name was familiar.

He didn't pay attention, and just as he was about to say something, a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded.

"Apiao?!"

Both the girl and the man were a little startled.

Turning around, "Mom?"

The man smiled bitterly, "Why are you so loud?"

The old lady ignored the man's words and stared at the girl with a sharp look, "Did you just say Ah Piao?"

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The old lady's attitude confused the man.

"Apiao is Keke's friend, you-"

"do not you remember?"

The old lady interrupted the man, "Last time we went to visit A-Ling's grave, didn't this kid want to introduce a friend to us?"

"That friend is Ah Piao."

"Am I right?"

The old lady's aggressive attitude made the girl a little flustered and at a loss, and she nodded subconsciously.

That's right, the friend she wanted to introduce to them last time was Ah Piao.

"That-"

The man still had an inexplicable old lady attitude, "Have we seen that Ah Piao?"

"Ah."

The old lady sneered, "It'll be nice to see you."

"The child pointed to a place where there was no one and told us that Piao was there!"

"ah!"

There was a look of surprise on the man's face.

"I remembered?"

The old lady glared at the man, "You don't even have the memory of an old lady like me."

"this......"

The man smiled bitterly.

No wonder he felt familiar when he heard the name "A Piao" just now.

That’s what happened.

After all, it is such a special name.

As soon as the old lady reminded him, he remembered everything.

Then, his brows furrowed and a serious look appeared on his face.

"cocoa......"

"Do you still think Ah Piao is real?"

The old lady's voice drowned out the man's voice.

The child's behavior at that time frightened several elderly people.

Young people like the man don't care much about it, they just think it's childish talk.

They don't think so.

So the old man remembered this incident deeply.

I just passed by the door of the girl's room and heard the word "A Piao", and she immediately reacted.

She suddenly became a little angry.

After so many years of Chinese New Year, this child still thinks that A Piao is her friend and that she actually exists?!

She is no longer the child she once was.

This concept...this concept of the child...must be corrected.

...

"It actually exists."

the girl blurted out.

After she realized what she was doing, she was a little annoyed.

She also remembered it.

At that time, she introduced Ah Piao to her family, but... no one saw Ah Piao.

They all thought she was lying.

But, she didn't.

Ah Piao... obviously exists.

...

"you......"

The old lady was a little angry.

She glanced around and saw the small flower baskets piled on the table.
To be continued...
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