On the evening of the weekend, Jian's mother Zeng Yu received a call from Wang Jian's brother-in-law Zeng Song, saying that his grandfather's brother, that is, the husband of the second daughter of his grandfather's eldest son, Li Laoliu, had died in a car accident, and was buried the day after tomorrow and carried to bury.

The relatives on the grandfather's side have been separated by several generations from Wang Jian's grandfather, and the two sides usually rarely move between the two branches except for the weddings and funerals of their children and grandchildren, and the 60, 70, and 80-year-old birthdays of the older generation.

However, this time, the funeral of Li Laoliu, the husband of the second daughter of the uncle in the next room, this kind of thing is obviously on the move.

If Zeng Yu hadn't come to Jiangcheng and was still in her hometown, or if she was in Jiangcheng, but the business of "Jianjian Bun Shop" was not as hot as it is now, and she made a net profit of 1,600 oceans a day, she would definitely have participated in Li Laoliu's funeral without hesitation.

However, the current Zeng Yu, facing the loss of 1,600 oceans for selling buns for one day less and going back to his hometown to attend the funeral of the nephew's daughter in the next room, who rarely moves, seems a little embarrassed and doesn't want to go back.

Because she and Wang Jian went back, they would have to delay at least two or three days, and with the current income of the two mothers, a delay of two or three days would mean a loss of four or five thousand, which was really not cost-effective.

"Jianjian, if it weren't for the funeral of your sister Jingrong's husband this time, we wouldn't go back, and let your brother-in-law help us bring us a gift of three hundred yuan, what do you think?" Zeng Yu, who received the call, did not say whether he would reply or not, but discussed with his son Wang Jian first.

"What......? Sister Jingrong's husband is dead?" Wang Jian was stunned by the news that his brother-in-law Zeng Song had called, his mouth was wide open, almost unbelievable, and countless memories of Zeng Jingrong, the second daughter of the eldest uncle in the next room, instantly resurfaced and came back to life vividly in his mind.

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Wang Jian's maternal great-grandfather—he certainly hadn't seen it—had two branches underneath, his eldest grandfather and his grandfather.

On his grandfather's side, I don't know if it's because his grandmother and grandfather were born ordinary, except for her mother's genetic mutation and became a beauty, his two uncles and an aunt, including his two cousins and a cousin, and his "second-level cripple" with a face full of pimples, uneven teeth, and a height of 160, looks very ordinary, and he doesn't match any handsome guys and beauties at all.

However, his grandfather's branch is very different, it is estimated that it was inherited and died very early, Wang Jian has never seen it, but it is said that the excellent genes of the beautiful grandmother, several uncles and aunts in the next room, including their descendants, are all very upright, handsome, handsome, and beautiful.

Among them, especially Zeng Jingrong, the second daughter of his uncle's family next door, is the most outstanding, and she was born with a beautiful face and moon appearance, which is stunning in all directions.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

For this beautiful second cousin in the next room, Wang Jian of course wants to be close to each other, but the two sides are not familiar with each other, and the two homes are far apart, plus Wang Jian is somewhat inferior when facing the most beautiful second cousin in the next room in his mother's family, and he does not dare to take the initiative to approach, to talk to each other, in Wang Jian's memory, he and this second cousin who is three or four years older than him have only had a few faces, and there is no communication between the two parties, that is, the other party nodded to him in front of his mother Zeng Yu, said hello, and then asked casually What grade are you in?", "Are your grades good?" and so on.

That's the only level of contact.

Later, Wang Jian went to high school and began to study hard with "his head hanging over the beam, and the cone piercing the stock", and he was drowned by the "sea of test papers" every day, and he didn't have time to go to the invitation from his grandfather, and there were even fewer meetings between him and his second cousin in the next room.

The last time Wang Jian saw Zeng Jingrong in his memory was during the winter vacation of his freshman year, when the son of his second uncle Zeng Xia got married, and he went to Zeng Xia's wedding with relatives on his mother's side.

At the wedding, he met his second cousin Zeng Jingrong, who he hadn't seen for many years.

The other party is still the same as he remembers, with snow-white skin, delicate facial features, white and neat teeth, and a smile that even the sun will lose color when he smiles...... Wang Jian doesn't care what other people think, anyway, in his "young heart", his second cousin in the next room, who has little blood relationship with him, is really beautiful, and compared with the so-called school flowers and flowers in the school, it is not inferior, but there is a kind of unique, not polluted by the big city, just like the pure beauty of "Hollow Valley Orchid"!

At that time, Wang Jian was already eighteen or nineteen years old, under the urging of hormones, the various organs of the body had fully matured, and in the face of the second cousin in the next room who was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it more, his heart not only burst out of a lot of wild ideas, all kinds of strange fantasies, and all kinds of desires based on male instinct, which he didn't dare to say to anyone, in his mind and limbs.

However, after calming down, when he thought of his "five short figures" like Wu Dalang and his "ugly face" covered with pimples, as well as the fact that the other party was three or four years older than him, he was still studying, and the other party had reached the cold reality of being kicked through the threshold by countless matchmakers and being at the age of waiting to be married.

"I, a toad, still don't fight Sister Jing Rong's idea of the white swan - it's useless!" After attending Zeng Xia's wedding, he returned home and lay on his back on his 1.2 meter cot, Wang Jian said to himself.

In 2015, when Wang Jian was still in his third year of college, he heard from his mother that it was like a bolt from the blue to him from his mother, Zeng Jingrong was going to get married, and the object was Li Laoliu, the youngest son of Li Dafu, the richest man in the village!

That night, Wang Jian bought a dozen beers, three sticks of incense and a pair of wax from the school's small supermarket, sat on the roof of the school's teaching building, burned incense, lit wax, drank wine, and drunk himself to pay tribute to his childhood, adolescence and adolescence, which brought him countless beautiful and bitter crushes.

"Farewell, Sister Jingrong, thank you for the good things you have brought me, even though you don't know it, and then ...... I wish you happiness!" Lying on the rooftop, looking at the stars in the sky and the bright moon in the sky, Wang Jian muttered to himself, and two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Since Zeng Jingrong got married, the beautiful figure that had to pop up in his mind from time to time to "harass" him slowly became blurred and distant.

And Wang Jian, his second cousin in the next room, has been completely dead since the day the other party got married. For more than two years, he hadn't heard anything from the other party, and he didn't care much about it.

It wasn't until now, when he suddenly heard the bad news of the death of the other party's husband, that the memories of Zeng Jingrong resurfaced in his heart, and he came back to life all of a sudden.

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Your brother-in-law said that the car driven by Li Lao Liu was stopped by a mud tanker and rammed, and he died on the spot, and there was no room for rescue. Seeing his son's mouth wide open and a look of surprise, Zeng Yu sighed, also with a look of embarrassment.

"Li Lao Liu is dead, so ...... Isn't Sister Jingrong a widow?" asked Wang Jian muttered.

"Who's to say it's not? It's a pity for my niece in the next room, who has been married for less than two years, and has not been able to leave a single child, and her husband has died. Zeng Yu continued to sigh.

"But, Mom, although Li Lao Liu is dead, Sister Jingrong is so beautiful, even if she remarries, I'm afraid it will be easy to change, very ...... Grab it, right?" said Wang Jian.

"Of course!" Zeng Yu said sonorously, the expression on his face was very proud, "Your sister Jingrong is the most beautiful and most iconic daughter of our Zeng family! Although she has been married, she is young, and she is only 26 years old now, and she has not given birth to a child. ”

When Wang Jian heard his mother say this, he didn't know why, but his heart suddenly became a little anxious, and he hurriedly said:

"Mom, since you also think Sister Jingrong is pitiful, let's go home and take a look at Li Laoliu's funeral. ”

"Really go back, Jianjian? This time, we will lose thousands? Li Laoliu is my junior, not a person from the Zeng family's house, we are really busy, it is not rude not to go back, and your uncle and Sister Jingrong will not blame us. At most, I'll ask your brother-in-law to help us give Sister Jingrong an extra gift of 100 yuan. Zeng Yu was still sympathetic to her niece who became a widow at such a young age, but when it came to making money, she immediately felt a weight in her heart.

However, for Wang Jian, who holds the artifact in his hand, making money is already a matter of easy access, it doesn't matter if he earns a few thousand more or a few thousand, the important thing is to hurry back to his hometown to see the second cousin in the next room who he hasn't seen for four years, to comfort and comfort the other party, and then see if there is any place to help the other party, and most importantly, to see if there is a chance to abduct this beautiful second cousin to Jiangcheng.

Isn't he ready to hire now?

Zeng Jingrong's surname is Zeng, he is a person whose mother Zeng Yu watched him grow up, he knows the roots, and he has been secretly in love with him for more than ten years and cannot get the object, and now the other party has died of a man, it can be said that "no man is light", and he has recovered his free body.

"Go back, Mom! For the sake of the development plan of our 'Jianjian Bun Shop', this time, we must go back!" Wang Jian said to his mother with a resolute face.

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PS: There is a shift at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Ask for recommendations, ask for collections, this is the opportunity for the old blind to be on the new book list in the last few days, brothers help me......