from the crane

"Third aunt, why don't you and Mr. Lin grow old?"

Jiang Yihong threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and looked at the person around him suspiciously. The person turned his head to look at him, and moved his lips and replied, "Because we are all people who have died once."

Jiang Yihong was embarrassed when he heard the words, and hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake, but Luo Shuang waved his hand and asked him to stand up.

"It's not a good thing to not look old. Watching your loved one grow old, but you can't do anything about it."

"Just like you and the third uncle?" Jiang Yihong rubbed his head and said apologetically, "Damn Hong'er for saying something that made you angry."

"The Jiang family is in your hands, but don't let him down." Luo Shuang turned around with downcast eyes, and Jiang Yihong felt a little lonely looking at his back.

He never believed in any gods and ghosts, and he ignored the stories that the third uncle told him in the past.

What Ruihe fairy, what Rakshasa bird.

Aren't they all fabricated by outsiders to trick children?

A blue butterfly landed on his shoulder, and Jiang Yihong reached out to drive it away.