Chapter 1711 (1/2)

Looking at Shen's mother with red eyes, Shen's father immediately got the answer.

Father Shen felt guilty.

It seems that he really did wrong.

The girl on the stage was radiant and her face was filled with the love of opera.

Although Shen Fu hasn't heard much of the play, he knows that the play just sung by Qingqing is not half the play that ordinary people can come with their mouth open. On the contrary, the basic skills seem to be very solid and sound very comfortable.

Shen Wanqing came out after changing his clothes and unloading his makeup.

The play has been sung and addicted. She hasn't forgotten the remaining half of the scallion cake.

Shen Wanqing came over with scallion cake.

It's a pity.

The scallion cake has been put for a long time, and it is already cold.

As soon as she came over, she saw Shen's father and mother looking at themselves with loving and guilty eyes.

Shen Wanqing: ”

She turned away without hesitation.

What are you looking at.

This look is nothing good.

Look at Mrs. Shen's crying look of red eyes. She may pull her to cry a basin of tears.

Shen Fu:

Shen Mu: ”??”

The two brewing a cavity of father's love and mother's love froze at this moment.

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It's a bit cloudy in Peiping today. The sun is not big. It's a sunny day.

The white haired old lady looked out at the sky with a crutch.

Domestic white pigeons fly up to the eaves and shake their white wings.

”What's the date today?” the old lady coughed and asked the old housekeeper.

The old housekeeper had a meal and then remembered, ”today is the sixth day of August.”

”Yanxiu, go and have a look.”

The old lady was leaning on a crutch and her face was full of vicissitudes and sadness.

”Yes,” replied the old housekeeper, ”today is the death day of the second young grandmother. The second master went out early in the morning.”