"Taigong, the school will only open tomorrow. Carambola Creek was stunned, and immediately reacted and replied tentatively.

"Silly girl, I didn't say anything about your school. The old lady sighed, "Go ahead, and send your father to Chosencheng together." ”

“！”

Carambola Xi was stunned and looked at Xia Zecheng inquiringly.

Xia Zecheng shook his head, and there was obvious surprise in his eyes.

"As I said, I'm not blind in heart. The old lady didn't let them guess, "That day, Xiao Tian's mother shouted so loudly, I heard it." ”

"Taigong. Carambola Creek was sad for a while, tears fell down, and the very tight strings collapsed suddenly.

"Silly girl, I'm fine. The old lady raised her hand and patted Carambola's hand, and smiled at Xia Zecheng, "Xuecheng, you take care of this girl more hard, although she is young, she has a heavy mind, and she always likes to take many things to heart, and she has to take care of it." ”

"Don't worry. Xia Zecheng smiled and nodded.

At this time, Uncle Lao Qiao came in with his herbal basket on his back.

"Well, with him with me, you can always rest assured, right?" the old lady pointed to Uncle Qiao.

At the entrance of the village, the sound of firecrackers rang out.

The hour has come.

Qian Xiaozhu came in in with a group of children in an orderly manner.

"Go, go, behave like a person with both rigidity and softness, think about Cheng Cuijuan, why has no one been able to demolish her for so many years? The old lady waved her hand to drive away Carambola Creek, "Your father is wrong again, he is gone now, if you don't send it, it will be your fault in the eyes of outsiders." ”

"Girl, go ahead, you are too public to do a lot of things, not as weak as you think. Uncle Lao Qiao also advised.

"Grandpa Laoqiao, excuse me. "Carambola Creek had no choice but to get up.

Xia Zecheng followed behind, and accompanied him out of the stage before speaking: "You can rest assured, Taigong is a wise old man, he can handle things." ”

"No matter how good he is, he is a 91-year-old man. Carambola Creek replied sullenly, "Don't you think, he's arranging ......"

I swallowed back the words that followed.

Xia Zecheng understood, touched her head, and quietly stayed aside.

When the two arrived at the entrance of the village, the team had finished the ceremony and was about to leave the village.

"Momo is here. Someone shouted.

Xin Hua was in charge of distributing filial piety clothes, and when she heard this, she pinched two pieces of white cloth and a pair of straw sandals nailed with white cloth and hurried up to meet her.

A long white cloth with a ball compared to Xia Zecheng, and finally tied it to his arm, and another white hat with a staggered length was worn on the head of Carambola Creek.

A piece of burlap was sewn on the front of the hat.

Carambola Creek frowned, and raised her hand to lift her hat.

Xia Zecheng reached out and clasped Carambola's fingers, and said softly: "Good~"

Carambola Creek froze.

"Come, lift your feet. Xin Hua neatly put straw sandals on Carambola Creek, and then urged the two of them to step forward, "Go ahead of the two of you." ”

In front of the team, Fang Ming and Kang Le took the coffin of the other two teammates, Yanxi Jinxi held a tile pot and a tablet, Danxi held the coffin, and Lin Jiucheng followed behind, dressed like Xia Zecheng.

Carambola Creek is in place, and the team sets off.

Fortunately, the location chosen is not too far.

Xia Zecheng's appearance, coupled with this military uniform, was already eye-catching, and all the way, he didn't let go of Carambola's hand, which attracted the attention of countless people.

Carambola Creek was deaf and clear-sighted, and she couldn't hold back her blushing several times and wanted to pull her hand.

But he still did his own thing, clinging to her hand.

Open graves, sweep soil, fall coffins, seal doors...... A series of cumbersome procedures, all of which are busy with Yanxi Jinxi's two sons.

Yang Danxi and Yang Haiqiu knelt and cried into tears.

Lin Jiucheng silently accompanied him.

Only Carambola Creek stood straight aside and watched coldly.

Fortunately, no one came to force Carambola Creek to cry in the past.

Everyone seemed to have discussed it, and tacitly forgot about Carambola Creek.

"I want to ......"

The ceremony is closed, and the mourners descend the mountain.

Only Carambola Creek and Xia Zecheng remained in place.

Carambola Creek looked at the newly erected stone monument and opened her mouth quietly.

。 Sogou