"How do I know. ”

Holding a stall stall.

In fact, she was just guessing, and saying these words was just a reasonable divergence based on the performance of the Zhu couple she had just seen.

After all......

The time when Fan Xianrong and Zhu Fang got married was too coincidental.

Zhu Jiajia's date of birth is just right to make a fuss.

Again......

Why did Mrs. Zhu say to Mr. Zhu, "If you let me know that Jiajia's death is related to you"?

Why would she say such an appalling thing as a father mixing a kick in his daughter's death?

These words......

Is it based on Zhu Jiajia's confusing life experience?

Zhiwan only thought about it a little, and felt that things were very troublesome.

Anyway, she just needs to ask Zhu Yufeng to forgive Zhu Jiajia, and then get this unclear ghost away, mortal things......

What does it have to do with her.

Seeing that Zhu Yi seemed to want to get to the bottom of it, Zhiqian was a little impatient, and directly pulled out the hairpin with coiled hair and took the ghost in.

Zhu Yi was caught off guard, didn't get the answer he wanted, and struggled in the hairpin very unwillingly, making the wooden hairpin twist and turn.

The tips of his fingers tapped on the hairpin, and his voice was fluttering: "If you don't stop, I'll destroy you." ”

The wooden hairpin was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

"That's good. ”

Zhifei nodded in satisfaction, ready to comb his scattered hair back again.

It was a pure accident to find Zhu Yi, she was going to come to find Zhu Yufeng, but she came a little late, only to see Zhu Fang who was possessed by a ghost.

Now that he saw it, he naturally couldn't treat it as a cloud of smoke, so he intervened and pulled out Zhu Yi.

Although it seems that a lot of things have been done, in fact, time has not passed for long.

The afternoon sun is always warmer than usual.

The young man was afraid that the elders would be too sad and faint, and when he saw that her emotions were almost cathartic, he gently patted the woman's back, and his voice was shallow:

"Aunt Fan, go inside and take a rest. ”

Fan Xianrong couldn't help it, and when she heard this, she took a step back and got out of the young man's embrace, took the tissue handed over by the young man and wiped away her tears.

After roughly tidying up, she looked at the young man: "Dot, I'm sorry, Aunt Fan has lost her temper......"

"It's okay, you're a lady, and a lady has the right to be weak. ”

The young man smiled softly, and his beautiful facial features were dazzling in the sun.

Like an angel who has fallen into mortal dust.

Fan Xianrong comprehended the kindness of the young man, no longer stuck to his manners, and said: "Thank you for borrowing Aunt Fan's shoulder, Aunt Fan is not in a good state today, and I will invite you to dinner next time I am free." ”

The young man didn't refuse, just smiled: "Okay, Aunt Fan will arrange it, I will stay in Dongshi in the near future." ”

"Then let's put it this way, when Aunt Fan calls you, don't say that you are not available. ”

After the emotions were vented, Fan Xianrong's mood was finally not so heavy, and he could still make a joke or two with the young man.

"No, Aunt Fan's appointment, even if you are really not free, you have to squeeze out the time, not to mention that I am really idle now. ”

When the young man said this, it was extremely intimate, and Fan Xianrong was extremely warm by his words.

It's a pity: "Oh, if I were in my twenties younger, I would really pursue our family's little bit, such a good little brother would definitely be in demand outside." ”

And said: "Alas, it's a pity that I'm just a bad old woman now, and I don't deserve to be young and fresh." ”

said so, but a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, and his expression was ridiculous.

The young man was very helpless about this elder, who was very similar to his mother in some ways, and was teased and blushed a little: "You are not old at all. ”

Holding back such a sentence for a long time made Fan Xianrong cover her lips and smile.

"Okay, Aunt Fan won't tease you, thank you for coming to accompany Aunt Fan today, go back and tell your mother that I'm fine, okay! Don't worry. ”

"Well, I will. ”

"You go in...... Have you ever been?"

Fan Xianrong was reluctant to say things like "worship", as if her daughter was still alive in this way.

The young man shook his head: "I was about to go in, and I met you." ”

Without waiting for Fan Xianrong to say the next sentence, he said again: "You should be tired like this today, I don't need you to accompany me, you can go back and rest." ”

blocked back what Fan Xianrong was about to say.

The woman has nothing to say now: "Okay, I'm really tired today, Aunt Fan won't entertain you, you ...... Ah, go home early and don't worry your mother. ”

"Well, I know. ”

The young man nodded obediently.

Seeing off Fan Xianrong, the young man changed the route and went to the funeral home.

It is reasonable for him to mourn, which can be regarded as bringing his mother's heart.

So, the young man walked into the funeral parlor and saw the woman standing in the corner but still dazzling.

The woman is dressed in a long black dress, with her head full of green silk hanging down to her waist, holding a wooden hairpin whose material cannot be seen, and her posture is graceful, beautiful like the quiet girl in the ancient lady's picture.

Far away, the light is a little dim, and the woman's facial features are not very clear, and she can only roughly feel the aura of the woman's body like a sword.

The young man thought it was so beautiful that he wanted to immediately take out his brush and record it.

He fumbled in his pocket, because he came to mourn, and went out without a drawing book, only a pencil with him.

He was rarely a little impatient.

The woman coiled up her long hair with a hairpin that was divided by two, as if sensing his gaze, and looked over this side carelessly.

The young man held his breath, and only a pair of starry eyes remained in his mind.

- It's her!

He recognized the eyes.

Without the isolation of sunglasses, although the distance was a little far, the young man could still feel more clearly that these were indeed the eyes that made him forget.

Like two stars, it landed on his heart.

Naturally, Zhiqian noticed the young man standing by the door.

However, unlike the young man, she did not recognize this young man as a stranger who had passed by in the dessert shop before.

- Joke, there are so many ghosts and ghosts who pass by her every day, can she still remember them all?

It's just that the young man kept staring at her, as if he could see her.

It's nerve-wracking.

After all, Zhiqian has set up a layer of blindfolds around her, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to remove it, it stands to reason that no mortal can see the situation here.

Besides, even if there was no trick, she didn't want others to see her, and even the warlock couldn't find her.

Why does this young man seem to ......

Not affected at all?

Zhiwan was a little suspicious, or did he just happen to be looking here in a daze?

It was easy to confirm this, ignoring Mr. Zhu, who was still on the ground, ripped off the blindfold and took a step forward with his feet raised.

In an instant, the work came to the young man.

The young man was so shocked by her action that his eyes subconsciously widened and appeared more rounded.

Like some kind of cute little animal.

Yes, it's a bit poking.

Holding on to the scarf secretly rubbing the ground in his heart.

The young man looked at Zhiqi up close, and felt that there was nothing unrefined about her, and the Creator seemed to pour all his love into her.

The beautiful facial features not only can't suppress the cold temperament, but makes her look more noble.

A person with such a posture is suitable, no matter how indifferent.

Youth thinks.

Seeing that the young man no longer stared at the corner, but put his eyes on his face, he knew in his heart that the young man could indeed see himself.

It's just that he seems to be a little stupid, just staring at her for a long time and not speaking.

Impatient, he said:

"Eh, kid, what are you looking at? ”