Seeing those people with weapons in their hands, Chen Hong was a little scared in her heart, but she couldn't stand the fact that half of the village was coming, so she had the courage to watch the excitement with the villagers.

The crowd was talking in a tongue that the Darwinian men did not understand.

As long as these people don't go up the mountain, the people of the Darwin family will not hurt them.

Before the young master and Miss Gu went up the mountain, he gave them an order not to hurt the villagers of Qingshan Village.

Halfway up the mountainside.

Next to Grandma An's grave, stood An Mingji, Gu Jin, Allen, the housekeeper, and several servants and subordinates.

Next to Grandma An's grave, a deep pit more than one person high has been dug.

An Mingji stood in front of the coffin made of golden silk nanmu where An Feng was lying, and reached out to gently caress the coffin that had been painted with a layer of paint.

It was as if he was looking through a coffin and seeing the person lying inside.

The setting sun was setting, and through the dense trees, the small light fell on the boy, adding a bit of melancholy to him.

The young man was dressed in black, his temperament was elegant, and his whole body exuded a strong atmosphere of sadness.

An Mingji's facial expression showed confusion and helplessness, as if blocking all perception of the outside world, and his tall figure stood motionless in front of the coffin.

It's not early.

Gu Jin walked up to An Mingji and said softly, "Xiao An, the time has come." ”

"Hmm-"

The young man's dull voice sounded, with reluctance, depression, and unspeakable sadness.

At the moment when the coffin was buried, An Mingji's body began to tremble slightly.

"Auntie—"

He shouted softly and inaudibly.

Looking at the young man with hidden sadness and a trembling voice around him, Gu Jin almost couldn't hold back his tears.

When his men were about to bury the earth, the butler called a halt, and he took something from the servant.

A boxy wooden delicate box.

He held the wooden box, walked to the coffin where he was buried, and wept silently: "Madam, this is Mr., Mr. said that he would always follow your side, and you always said that meeting Mr. has completed your whole life, which is not the case for Mr. ”

After the housekeeper finished speaking, he held the wooden box and wanted to send it to the coffin where An Feng was lying, but he was already old and his body was no longer flexible.

An Mingji stepped forward, picked up the urn of the previous Darwinian family master, jumped lightly, and jumped in front of the coffin in the grave.

He bent over, placed the urn next to his aunt's coffin, and whispered, "Uncle—"

After that, An Mingji stood up and faced the coffin where An Feng was lying in front of him, his eyes full of reluctance and grief.

Suddenly, he knelt down against the coffin.

I only heard the young man say in a trembling voice: "Auntie, I will not let you down, I will manage the Darwin family well, you don't have to worry about my business anymore, I know what I want, you, you can go with confidence-"

The young man's lips were as pale as paper, trembling slightly, and his face was resolute and forbearing.

Seeing this, Gu Jin covered his mouth, tears sliding down his eyes.

An Mingji didn't stay long, and soon flew up.

Seeing Gu Jin crying again, he walked to the other party's side and stretched out his arm to wrap around her body.

He whispered, "Everything will be fine." ”

Gu Jin grabbed his clothes, buried his face in his arms, and choked up, "Yes!"

In front of Grandma An's grave, a new grave was soon added.

After the monument was erected, Gu Jin knelt down with An Mingji and burned some yellow paper.

After the sky was dark, the group went down the mountain with a heavy heart.

The onlookers at the foot of the mountain couldn't wait for the movement on the mountain for a long time, and they had already dispersed and went home.

(End of chapter)