Xu Moran was stunned by the answers that popped up from the search engine. After quickly browsing through them, he couldn't help but marvel at the creativity of netizens these days.
Some people say that since she is a young woman, she is probably not married yet, so we should burn a husband for her. As for the husband, we can choose based on the currently popular Korean dramas, since today's husband will soon become an ex-husband as the next Korean drama becomes popular.
I'll definitely visit the grave more than once. Each time I go, I burn incense for a different husband. Thinking of that girl, even though she's resting in peace, I feel a sense of joy in my heart.
Some people say that young girls definitely like fashionable things, and the iPhone 7 just came out not long ago, so hurry up and burn a few for her. They even specifically emphasized that after burning the phone, don't forget to burn the Wi-Fi, because if she keeps using mobile data, she might come looking for you at night.
The message was followed by a sly smiley face, which sent a chill down Xu Moran's spine. It was quite frightening.
Some people say that with today's advanced technology, humanity has already explored planets beyond Earth. The girl resting in the ground must want to share in the joy of this great human progress. We should burn a UFO for her. Finally, a friendly reminder: don't forget to burn an extraterrestrial being who can pilot a UFO for her, otherwise, she might come looking for you to fly a UFO at night!
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Xu Moran couldn't stand these suggestions, so she turned to the second page to see if there were any truly useful ones.
Perhaps it was because Xu Moran rarely browsed forums that he was surprised by the netizens' explosive imagination.
The second page also offered no useful suggestions. Xu Moran figured the third page would be pretty much the same, and was about to close Baidu with little interest when Xu Ye leaned in and urged her, "Ranran, turn to the next page. Maybe there will be some good suggestions."
Xu Moran looked at Xu Ye's exceptionally handsome face, and her previously bad mood instantly improved; that was Xu Ye's charm.
Seemingly unwilling to refuse Xu Ye's suggestion, Xu Moran actually turned the page again.
Xu Ye was right; a very useful suggestion popped up on the third page.
The suggestion was that since she's a young girl, she must love to look pretty, so why not prepare some pretty clothes for her and bring her some flowers? That would be enough.
The reason we remember those who have passed away is not because we believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, but simply because we, the living, cannot forget them, and that is why they continue to exist.
Xu Moran thought these words were really well said.
She suddenly remembered that unlucky district chief. No, she had already told him his name last time. He also had the surname Xu and was called Xu Xiusen.
Even though he never saw his daughter, and even though he never found her body, he still couldn't forget her all these years because he loved her.
For some reason, Xu Moran felt a lump in her throat as she looked at that text.
Xu Moran took the advice and went to a nearby export shop that hadn't yet opened for business, to buy clothes for the unknown girl who should share the same surname as her and be around the same age.
She plans to buy flowers tomorrow, and also some fruit.
Xu Ye was unusually quiet, so he simply followed quietly behind her.
Xu Moran selected two pieces of clothing based on her own taste. When she went to pay, she took out her wallet and realized she had no money. She smiled awkwardly at the cashier.
Xu Ye stepped forward, smiled, patted her head, took out the card, and handed it to the cashier.
When the cashier took the card, she glanced at Xu Mo, her envy clearly visible in her eyes.
Xu Mo knew she had misunderstood, thinking the card belonged to Xu Ye and that she was using Xu Ye's card. In fact, it was the other way around; the card belonged to her, hers, hers.
She was just a stranger at the cashier's place, and given Xu Ye's pride as a man, she had to take care of her. So, no matter if the female cashier rolled her eyes or deliberately made a loud snort, she chose to be temporarily blind and deaf.
When Xu Ye took the card, he rested his chin on one hand and leaned his elbow on the counter. He smiled at the cashier and said, "Miss, don't envy others who have their sugar daddies' Rolls-Royces picking them up. You should think more about your own spare tire number one, two, and three scooters. At least they're convertibles. You should be grateful to have a ride at all."
Cashier Xu Ye was so angry that his face turned red, while Xu Moran was used to it. Sometimes, Xu Ye was just that sharp-tongued and petty, so it was best not to offend him.
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