After the age of 12, there should be no one of the same age who looks forward to growing up more than Fu Qianqian. That summer, Fu Qianqian graduated from elementary school and had a very pleasant summer vacation. Her mother took her to play in a neighboring city for several days. That day she was in the yard of Zhong Qing's house. The two of them lay leisurely in a recliner, listening to the latest album of a popular female singer that Fu Qianqian had just bought from a neighboring city. They both looked forward to their upcoming junior high school life. Later, it was her mother who called Fu Qianqian home. Fu Qianqian will never forget Fang Qing'an's expression when he asked her to go home. What could it be?
Vaguely, Fu Qianqian seemed to hear the words "compensation" and "dealing with funeral arrangements". Her uncle was smoking and talking to the people next to him. Fang Qiaoran's face, which was already clouded with tears, burst into tears again. Fu Qianqian felt extremely She had a bad premonition, because she had never felt so scared. Her eyes gradually blurred with a sore nose. She felt helpless that she could hardly breathe. She was sobbing, and the face of the stranger in front of her gradually became blurred.
The thin girl's pale face, with tears falling like broken pearls, broke into the eyes of Chen Zeshen, who had been sitting by the side.
Intention: There will be misfortune in life, but you will not always be in misfortune. When spring comes, flowers will bloom.