"Mengmeng, if you lose weight, stop smoking and drinking..." the old woman held her hand and said with tears,
Lu Meng nodded, "Hey," he deserved it well, and nodded his head with a smile, "I forgot all about it, I don't even remember who you are."
Upon hearing this, the old woman cried fiercely and slapped her legs, "Your family looks at how many people are holding it, feeling distressed, holding the treasure in their mouths, but they are all so short-lived. How old is An An? Look at how thin you are... "
Lu Meng touched her face, "It's not bad," she swallowed her saliva carelessly. When she said "cigarettes and wine", she felt that she wanted to smoke again now, so she might as well have a drink. Taking a look at Nayun standing over there, he didn't want it after all. Mainly because the old lady cried too hard and pitied herself too much. Lu Meng endured it and didn't provoke her anymore.
Lu Meng just half-cupped his face, waiting for her to finish crying, and then asked again, "Were you with her when she died?"
The old lady shook her head, "An'an didn't see me in the end. I heard her crying and screaming inside. I called her, and she said she thought of your mother when she saw me and didn't want to see your mother."
Lu Meng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely see you then. I really want to see her." He was heartless and thought it had something to do with forgetting everything. It's good. It doesn't matter anymore. Just look at others. Same as life.
The old lady slapped her hand after hearing this, "You want my life now, don't you?"
Lu Meng couldn't help it any longer. She sat up straight and waved to Nayun. Nayun came over, squatted down, already had a cigarette in his hand, put it to his lips, lit it, and handed it to her.
The old woman held her wrist and said, "You can't pull it anymore, Mengmeng..."
Lu Meng put it in his mouth and took a sip. He looked at her and handed the cigarette to Nayun. He bent his fingers and shook them like holding a cup. "Get some wine." Then he looked at the old lady. "I can't bear it if I don't drink." Just watching her cry, "Your mother has harmed you..."
Nayun came back with a bottle of wine and a glass, and poured half a glass of wine for her. Lu Meng didn't say how greedy she was when she brought it over. Like her sister, she was born and raised in wine. Drinking is the same as drinking water, but each has its own style: Lu An tastes wine and drinks milk with Maomao. He smiles sweetly while drinking; Lu Meng drinks like a thousand-year-old demon, calm and extremely noble.
He coughed lightly. This wine was actually very spicy. Most people couldn't get used to it. It was like rushing down the throat. Lu Meng had just recovered from a serious illness. He coughed a few times and got used to it. He took a second sip. Then he looked at the grandmother, "Then what did she say before she died? Is there anything else I can do at home?" Lu Mengmeng, I came to pay my respects, just to show my last bit of family affection. It seems that her family Son, apart from her, the family would be extinct.
When she asked, the grandmother seemed to remember it and wiped away her tears, "Are your mother's pair of pink bead earrings at your place?"
How could Lu Meng know this? She raised her head and glanced at Na Yun. Na Yun shook his head lightly, Lu Meng still believed in his intuition. "No," she said.
The old woman started to cry again, "Where did it go? An'an even said that she hadn't seen it. It was your family's soul-fixing bead. Your grandma left it to your mother. Your mother held on to her hand before she died and insisted on taking it with her. We burned them together while we were walking, An An snatched them away, and later said that I gave you one, but you came to make trouble and said that An An had both of them and hid them..."
Lu Meng looked up at Nayun again, and Nayun nodded, "There has been trouble. It must not be here with you."
Lu Meng frowned and glanced at the Junzhuangs over there. They were actually standing behind the hanging curtains, keeping an eye on her. "You didn't ask the people around her if they knew where to put her things."
"I asked, but they all said I haven't seen him."
Lu Meng and Na Yun looked at each other again, Na Yun's eyes were full of ridicule.
Lu Meng looked at him and smiled, "Then let's open my mother's grave first and take a look. It's hard to tell, but my mother actually kept it to herself."
Nayun also smiled and nodded. In fact, Lu Meng's clever energy - or in other words, her maddening energy did not fade at all with her memory loss. Look, she immediately showed her power!
really,
Jiang Xingwan came over and said, "No, you can't open her grave."
Nayun put one hand on his trouser pocket and looked back at him. Lu Meng also tilted his body slightly to look at him, "I want to search Lu An's body, but you guys are definitely not willing to do it. What should I do? The old man said, this is my family's soul-fixing bead. It was left by my grandma. I should know its whereabouts." Bar."
Jiang Xingwan looked at her with gloomy eyes, "You don't have to worry about it. We will make it clear to the old lady about the beads."
Lu Meng lowered his eyes and took another sip of wine. He said nothing and did not continue to try to be tough with him.
When Lu Meng came out, she walked a few steps. She held her waist with one hand and took a few breaths. Nayun hugged her waist. "Are you okay?" She raised her hand and waved "Smoke." She was going to die, but no one stopped her. , Nayun took out the cigarette from the mouth with one hand, lit it, and handed it to her. She still lowered her head and took a few deep breaths, panting a little, but she was obviously much happier, and she was really crazy and energetic.
She turned back, smoking and exhaling smoke, and pointing at Lu An's portrait with the hand holding the cigarette, "I think this portrait was not chosen well. It looks pretty, but tasteless."
"I want you to make some nonsense!" A golden magic weapon was really thrown at her! Nayun hugged her and bent down to hide. In fact, in this mourning hall, any man who is singled out is a god. He can definitely control the whole audience on any occasion. Today, he is crying and shouting that he wants to kill her, including being so impulsive and childish as to pick up anything. Smashing her... It was so painful to pull away, so crazy to pull away, so hateful to pull away, some of them couldn't control themselves...
In fact, after she left, the men actually took down this huge portrait with their own hands and replaced it with a picture of Lu An that made people want to cry and heartbroken. At first glance, Lu An seemed to be right in front of them, and the men cried red. Eyes, holding the cry of "Lu'an, Lu'an"...
Lu An died, and the hearts and souls of most of the family members in Zhongdu were taken away by her; of course, the other half was celebrated all over the world. After all, living is the greatest victory. Their Lu Meng is still alive, isn't it?
yes,
Everyone says there is magic in everything,
In fact, it is the two sisters who "control".
The children in a city all relied on her sister to choose sides: the big deer faction and the small deer faction.
Dalu definitely still has the absolute advantage, with more fans and greater power. Xiaolu is a young and rebellious group.
The Lu family sisters must have a background. Their grandfather Lu Daixu was one of the Nine Founding Fathers and had great military exploits. It's a pity that the only daughter, Lu Yaocai, is a notorious prodigal, full of all kinds of poisons, and has a very bad reputation.
The third generation of the Lu family consists of these two sisters, Lu An and Lu Meng.
There has been a clique since childhood, and they are all masters who are loved and doted on until death, and their reputation is even worse. Worse oil flow. The key is that they both eat each other alive. People say that the family members in Zhongdu have the most vicious minds, the most ruthless methods, and the most inhumane wars! It is inseparable from the temperament of these two sisters.
Now, one person has finally died, but it feels like the day of peace in Zhongdu is far from coming. Instead, dark clouds are descending on the city, making people even more uneasy...
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