Song Qinghuan took off all her makeup, and returned to the embarrassed and desolate appearance when she left.

Li Shuyun has treated her lukewarmly since she was a child, and Song Yazhi has always bullied her openly and secretly, only Song Zhijiang treats her kindly. So she desperately wanted to be the daughter he liked, get the best grades in the exams, and cook the most fragrant meals to please him.

Because she is an unfavored adopted daughter, she is afraid that she will be abandoned by the Song family one day.

After all, after she was exposed by someone who was designed to lose her body, Song Zhijiang kicked her out of the door because of rumors from the outside world, regardless of her explanations and pleadings. A slap and a sneer that mercilessly took away all the love and expectation.

Along the dimly lit hallway to the end, she saw the names on the walls.

The man in the inner bed lay stiffly, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes and a gloomy expression. Until the sound of footsteps brought his mind back, and a familiar face came into view.

Song Qinghuan said coldly: "Dad, I'm back." ”

The man's breathing was disordered, his eyes were red and shocked, the corners of his lips trembled and opened, but he couldn't speak.

Song Qinghuan approached, and his eyes were full of frost: "Do you think I did it when the ancestral grave was dug up?"

It is said that Song Zhijiang became paralyzed and mute shortly after she left, and what happened in the middle is unknown.

The man glared at her with tears in his eyes, and struggled to make a sound like a broken bellows from his throat: "Ah... Ahh

"Will I hate the Song family to the point of crushing bones and ashes?" her voice was very soft, but full of cold contempt, "The cemetery is so lively now, should I also go and get together and surprise them?"

Song Zhijiang was stiff and pale.

Li Shuyun met Song Yazhi outside the gate of the sanatorium, and the two walked in with their arms hooked, with a leisurely and elegant posture. The paparazzi not far away couldn't help but take a few more photos.

Song Yazhi retracted her afterglow, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "When will the old man pass on the position of patriarch to you?"

Li Shuyun smiled: "It's almost there." ”

Song Yazhi turned around, pulled Li Shuyun into the inner hall, and lowered her voice: "Mom, can you let those uncles and elders come out of the cemetery? If you continue to make trouble like this, if it gets on the news, where will I put my face as a popular flower?"

The smile that Li Shuyun gathered in the corner of her eyes gradually disappeared, and a little cold color crawled next to the crow's feet that had been precipitated over the years: "What do you know, your sister's whereabouts are unknown, there has been no news after being shelved for so long, and there is chaos in the clan, and now a competent person is needed to clean up this mess." ”

"Do things to be forward-looking and seek the overall situation. She patted Song Yazhi on the shoulder, "Do you understand?"

The two walked to the corridor of the ward.

Song Yazhi was about to speak, when she noticed a figure coming out of the ward inside and going around to another corner.

That outfit is extremely familiar.

Song Yazhi was suddenly startled, and quickly chased after it, and found that the corridors and corridors were empty. The figure was like an illusion.

"Mom, did you just see that?"

Song Yazhi rushed into the ward and pulled Li Shuyun with an excited expression: "At this time, she actually came back, and she dared to come......"

Li Shuyun pinched her and told her to shut up.

On the bed, Song Zhijiang's cloudy eyes were still red, his hands and feet were restlessly stiff, and he refused to calm down.

The two walked to the door.

The depressed anger in Song Yazhi's chest suddenly relaxed a lot, and she laughed gloatingly: "If those uncles and elders knew the news of this cheap girl's return, they would definitely bleed her head and hang it in front of the ancestors to repent and apologize." ”

Li Shuyun patted her lightly, her eyes were dark: "Nonsense, no matter how come it's your sister, you can still catch the ancestral hall?"

Li Shuyun is elegant and elegant, and her voice is gentle and moderate, in the words of the patriarch, she is the kind of virtuous helper who comes out of everyone's boudoir.

"What sister...... Song Yazhi sneered, her face became more cheerful, "Mom, you know that Jin Yan was entrusted by our patriarch to help, and when the time comes, he will personally escort that cheap girl to the ancestral hall." ”

Li Shuyun closed her words, her expression uncertain.

~

Western Suburbs Cemetery. The weather was a bit gloomy.

The Song family persevered around the roadside, successfully hindering the cleaning work of the cemetery's logistics staff.

The patriarch sat in the tent with the golden crutches, his eyebrows gloomy.

Next to him is a cemetery caretaker with a helpless and sad face. His voice was hoarse.

Because of the relationship between the Song family and the Gu family, he couldn't afford to offend, so he had to gently persuade him, but there was no result. The Song family was very tough.

The dark clouds in the distance were drifting, mixed with a few unknown black spots, and he looked at it in a daze, a little curious.

"What is that......" He stretched out his finger, and was about to ask questions, but was glared at fiercely by the patriarch again, "Let me tell you, the tomb is full of the remains of our ancestors, how can the ancestors of my Song family be cleared by you once, it is useless to say anything, unless you step on the corpse of my Song family!"

The administrator was stunned and didn't dare to say more. I'm afraid that the Song family will make a bigger move.

In the sky, a large number of clustered black dots began to hover and disperse in a certain formation. Because of the gathering in the air and the small sound, no one in the cemetery was found except for the caretaker.

Song Qinghuan sat arbitrarily on the terrace chair of a suburban villa not far from the cemetery, focusing on the picture presented on the screen. She firmly believes that the mastermind behind the framed her back then was among them.

There are a lot of people around the tomb, all black funeral clothes, black pressed one, very spectacular.

She sneered and clicked the remote control button.

The sky over the cemetery was gloomy and the atmosphere was eerie.

Suddenly someone screamed, "Ahhh

"It looks like white powder!"

The scene got out of control, and the crowd was confused.

"It's the ancestors and the ancestors who are here! They have come to collect debts! Blame us for not protecting their bodies!"

Suddenly, there was a wave of wailing.

The patriarch was shocked, walked tremblingly to the white powder mist sprinkled on the tomb with his golden crutches, looked up for a moment, trembled and knelt down and howled: "The descendants of the unworthy are here, and they are ashamed of the rest of their ancestors!"

Song Qinghuan watched intently, and almost everyone's expressions in the picture were recorded. Most of them are painful, and only a few are in a state of false crying.

The picture switched to the woman next to the patriarch, and when I zoomed in, it was my adoptive mother Li Shuyun who was persuading the patriarch to get up, with a sad look on her face.

She sneered and flew back the dozen or so miniature remote-piloted planes that were hovering in the air.

At this time, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and the powder on the ground was instantly washed away.

The crowd ran to the tent to take shelter from the rain, shuddering at the sight of the strange phenomenon that stood out.

The patriarch's face turned pale, and Wei sat on the chair and shouted at the people around him: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go and invite the Gu family to come quickly!"