At the dinner table, Huang Nianzhu gave Zhang Xue sleet, looking at her with a disgusted look, and she was speechless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Xue was a little angry, angry at what Moqing said, put down her chopsticks after eating two bites of food sullenly, and said, "Mother, Xue'er is full, Xue'er is going to sleep." ”

Huang Nianzhu nodded, knowing that Zhang Xue was angry with Mo Qing, but Mo Qing's words still had to be listened to.

At sunset, people in the town came and went, buying and selling, and in front of the house, several old people were playing chess, thinking about how to fight each other.

This bustle is only on the head of the town, but the end of the town is deserted, the shops are closed, a gust of wind blows, blowing a burst of sand and dust.

Mo Qing strolled along the road, glanced coldly at the closed shops on both sides, and walked without touching the ground.

In Zhang San's house, Zhang Xijing took out a steamed bun and ate it slowly, watching the sunset, it would take a few hours, and at midnight, it would be Zhang San's first seven nights.

The door creaked and slowly opened, Mo Qing walked in across the threshold, carrying a roast chicken and a pot of wine, walked to the mourning hall, glanced coldly at the coffin of Zhang San, and then at Zhang Xijing, who was gnawing steamed buns, put the roast chicken and wine on the table, and sat on the Taishi chair.

After Zhang Xijing finished eating the steamed buns, he looked at the roast chicken in front of him, opened the lid of the pot, smelled it, it was osmanthus wine, and grinned: "Son-in-law, is this for me?"

Mo Qing nodded, watched Zhang Xijing eat it, and continued: "Passing by a green grave, the little ghost paid tribute, you can eat it well, it's rare for that little ghost to have a heart." ”

I just thought that this son-in-law was good, but when I heard this, my face darkened, forget it, just fill my stomach, Zhang Xijing thought about comforting himself.

The corners of Mo Qing's mouth smiled slightly, and gradually reined in his own aura and hid it, so as not to scare away the other ghosts.

Zhang Xijing was full of food and drink, only chicken bones and empty wine bottles were left on the table, picked up the gossip mirror, and began to count the hours.

Twist walked on the street, looking at the deserted street, her heart was empty, but she was cold, for fear of encountering something ghostly. Zhang San's tragic death has become a thorn in his heart, and he will have to rely on himself to pull the baby in the future, this family has lost its backbone, how will it live in the future! The more I thought about it, the more bitter it became, and I sighed.

When I returned to my home again, there was always a chilling feeling, and I looked at the faded wooden door, hesitated, but pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhang Xijing heard the voice, looked up at the door, and a figure walked over, it was Zhang San's wife, Mahua.

Twist walked into the house, saw that Zhang Xijing was alone, a little disappointed, and thought that she could see Mo Qing, the son-in-law of the Zhang family who she saw last time, she reluctantly smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is alone!"

Zhang Xijing nodded, there is only one person here, and one is a ghost and not a person, and said: "Ma girl, you have a good vigil tonight, this is Zhang San's first seven, don't be afraid." ”

Mahua nodded, put down the bamboo basket, took out the incense candles and incense paper inside, and some spiritual utensils, put on a white turban and put on sackcloth for herself, knelt in front of the spirit card, and measured her emotions.

Zhang Xijing was startled, calmed his expression again, and stood by casually.