In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, time flies by, and soon it is the day to move Lu Jianhui's grave, because it is not a weekend, Lu Xiangyang and Tang Yu both took a day off.

Du Juan also got up early in the morning, changed into black clothes, dressed solemnly and neatly, and she, the surviving person, was also going to go for such a major event as her husband's grave.

Lu Xiangyang saw that she was dressed in black, the corners of his lips pursed, and he stopped talking.

When Tang Yu saw it, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lu Xiangyang said: "Mom also passed, I was afraid that she would be humiliated by the Lu family at that time, and it would be even more embarrassing, I wanted her to wait at Qingshan Pass." ”

"Huh?"

Lu Xiangyang said with a calm face: "The Lu family does not allow my mother to enter the ancestral grave, and in the past few years, I have gone to worship by myself." ”

Tang Yu frowned, looked at Du Juan on the other side, and said, "If she doesn't go, her conscience will be disturbed." And Lujiacun saw that she didn't come, but I was afraid that she would say something more ugly. ”

When Lu Xiangyang heard this, his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a hint of dryness, he could imagine how ugly those people's words would be, and how unworthy his father would be.

"It's okay, let's go together, and calm her heart. When the time comes, I will accompany my mother throughout the whole process, and the Lu family will not let me in, so we will just wait outside. Tang Yu smiled soothingly.

Lu Xiangyang nodded, thinking of the people of the Lu family, and said coldly: "I don't know what kind of faces those people will have, I don't think this process will be too smooth." ”

Tang Yu sneered: "They try to be demons." ”

She borrowed a lawyer from Qi Zhenlong, and even prepared a lawyer's letter, if she really wants to do it, then go to the lawsuit.

A grave relocation is a contest, and the two families are gearing up.

The Lu family was waiting at home, Lu Jianzhong, Lu Jiaxing and others had flickering eyes, their faces full of calculations, thinking about how to negotiate with Lu Xiangyang for a while and how much to pay for moving the grave.

But left and right, they haven't waited for anyone to come, what's the matter, aren't people coming?

Not long after, I heard someone hurriedly shouting at the door of Lu's house, saying that Lu Xiangyang went to the ancestral tomb with a large group of people.

The faces of the Lu family changed, and they rushed out one after another, and even Aunt Lu didn't sit still, and staggered out.

Dog thing, can't you go directly to dig the grave without saying hello?

When I rushed to the ancestral tomb, I saw a lot of people, including Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, and people carrying coffins, dressed in black, very difficult to mess with, and bone collectors......

These people don't matter, they saw Lu Xiangyang's little rabbit cub, all black, and his slut mother-Du Juan.

Du Juan was being supported by a girl who was also wearing plain clothes, dressed in black, her hair was neatly tied up, pinned with a pearl hairpin, and that face was gentle and delicate.

Aunt Lu hadn't seen Du Juan for many years, and when she saw her face, she felt a pain in her heart.

Could it be that the eldest daughter-in-law said that she was pretending to be crazy and stupid, just like this, she was a crazy person, even if she was cured, she could be so thoughtful, fake, all fake.

Her most capable son was killed by her, and this slut lived so happily and comfortably.

New hatred and old hatred, Aunt Lu's mind was blank, and she couldn't remember how her daughter-in-law was locked up in the shelter, and there was only one thought in her mind, scratching her face.

"You slut, you still have the face to come to my Lu family's ancestral grave. ”

At this time, Aunt Lu didn't look a little sick, she rushed over vigorously, and threw herself towards Du Juan with her hands outstretched.