Chapter 1192: Deserted (Page 1/1)

Zhao Yunxiang looked sullen for a while, she was the only one in the room who was unhappy? What did Zhixin think, was he really willing to watch his son marry a rural girl and come back?

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, Jiasheng won't treat me badly. Facing the enthusiastic future father-in-law, Zhao Xiaocao was a little shy, but he still defended Zhou Jiasheng.

"Jiasheng, look at Xiaocao, how good she is to you, she is not married yet! General Zhou teased, which caused everyone to laugh again.

Zhou Jiasheng's mouth was grinning, even if grinning would make the pain on Zhou Jiasheng's face worsen, Zhou Jiasheng was willing.

On the Zhou family's side, the family was reunited and had a happy night.

Zhu's house, which is dozens of meters away, is deserted tonight.

After Zhu Xiangyang learned that the pile of black sand at the door of the study was Wang Wenjun's "ashes", he sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

After half an hour, Zhu Xiangyang slowly stood up.

Zhu Xiangyang's face was pale with a hint of dark yellow, and there was no spiritual energy in his body. It's like a dead tree trunk moving.

Zhu Xiaohui and Zhu Xiaoyan were frightened.

This kind of Zhu Xiangyang is something that the Zhu Xiaohui sisters have never seen. Zhu Xiangyang, whom the sisters saw in the past, has always been radiant, and he is in his sixties, and he looks like he is only in his fifties.

But today's Zhu Xiangyang, his steps are staggering, and even the gray hair on his head seems to have increased a lot, and he looks six or seven years older than his actual age.

Zhu Xiaohui and Zhu Xiaoyan were worried, and they didn't dare to speak, so they had to follow Zhu Xiangyang silently. I plan that if Zhu Xiangyang falls, the sisters can also help him.

Zhu Xiangyang staggered to the staircase before he heard footsteps behind him.

Zhu Xiangyang turned around, saw the two granddaughters with a panicked face, frowned and said, "Xiaohui Xiaoyan, there's nothing to do with you here, you two go home!"

"Grandpa, your face is very bad. Zhu Xiaohui was a little worried. In fact, Zhu Xiangyang's face is more than just "poor" can be described. The thick sadness on Zhu Xiangyang's body, even if it is separated by two meters, Zhu Xiaohui can feel it.

"I'm fine, let's go!" Zhu Xiangyang was a little impatient. Wang Wenjun is gone, Zhu Xiangyang's mind is empty, he can't do anything, and he doesn't want to deal with his two granddaughters at all.

"Grandpa, I'll go back and call Dad to come and accompany you, okay······? You're going to have dinner in a while!" Zhu Xiaohui felt the impatience in Zhu Xiangyang's tone, and asked cautiously.

Zhu Xiaohui is also a big girl, she is usually more careful, if she can't see Zhu Xiangyang's abnormality at this time, then she is a fool.

"No, I want to be quiet. Zhu Xiangyang didn't want to answer, but he was afraid that after Zhu Xiaohui went home, he would really make a fuss about his sons.

Now Zhu Xiangyang, his heart is empty, no one wants to see him, and he doesn't want to say anything.

"Woooooooooo······oo Grandpa, don't die, grandma is dead, I don't want you to die. Zhu Xiaoyan couldn't help crying when she saw Zhu Xiangyang like this.

Zhu Xiangyang is like this, so that Zhu Xiaoyan, who usually has poor grades, suddenly thought of the word "heart is like a tree". Zhu Xiangyang's spirit seemed to have been taken away by the news of Wang Wenjun's death. The current Zhu Xiangyang doesn't look much better than the wooden man.

"Good boy, grandpa is fine, let's go!" Seeing that the two granddaughters were so filial, Zhu Xiangyang's heart warmed, and then he thought of Wang Wenjun, and Zhu Xiangyang's heart hurt again. Did his Ah Jun leave like this?

Seeing that Zhu Xiangyang repeatedly drove the two sisters away, Zhu Xiaohui didn't dare to persuade them anymore, so she had to take her sister's hand and leave the old house.

However, Zhu Xiaohui thought about it, and when she came home, she asked her father and uncle to come to the old house to guard her grandfather, and there was something wrong with her grandfather's appearance.

Zhu Xiangyang walked slowly, and it took twice as long as usual before returning to the bedroom.

suddenly there is no one he cares about in his life, and Zhu Xiangyang actually feels that he can't be interested in doing anything. If it weren't for the pile of black ashes on the ground at the door of the study, Zhu Xiangyang really wanted to fall on the big bed in the bedroom and sleep well.

No, Jun is still waiting!

Zhu Xiangyang shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the dizziness in his head. After standing in place for a few minutes, Zhu Xiangyang walked to the side of the bed, where there was a bedside table, and in the cabinet, there was a beautifully carved wooden box.

His Ah Jun has always been a woman who loves beauty! This carved wooden box is Ah Jun's favorite thing.

Zhu Xiangyang poured the contents of the wooden box on the table one by one. The knocking sound of gold, silver and jade made Zhu Xiangyang's heart sullen, and the few pieces of jewelry originally contained in the box were usually given to Wang Wenjun by Zhu Xiangyang. Wang Wenjun has always treasured it.

Zhu Xiangyang held the empty box in his hand, took heavy steps, and returned to the door of the study.

Zhu Xiangyang squatted down and carefully put the pile of black gravel at the door of the study into the wooden box.

After doing all this, Zhu Xiangyang hugged the box and prepared to sit in the study for a while.

Zhu Xiangyang's study is usually cleaned up by Wang Wenjun.

When Zhu Xiangyang was busy in the study, Wang Wenjun would often sit on the side to play a sweater or read a book, accompanying Zhu Xiangyang.

Zhu Xiangyang pushed the door, but failed to push it open. Only then did I remember what Zhu Xiaohui said before, Zhu Xiaojun was in the study.

Zhu Xiangyang called the door for a while, and there was no sound in the study. It took Zhu Xiangyang some effort to break the door lock and enter the study.

The door of the secret room was wide open, and Zhu Xiaojun was lying unconscious on the ground.

Zhu Xiangyang was shocked, thinking that Zhu Xiaojun had also suffered misfortune.

Walking up to take a look, Zhu Xiangyang found that Zhu Xiaojun was not dead, but seemed to be just asleep.

When Zhu Xiaojun opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the secret room of the study, and the floor under his body was cold, which made Zhu Xiaojun's brain stagnate for a few seconds. A few seconds later, Zhu Xiaojun's mind remembered some fragments, the secret room of the study, the cold breath, the warm light, and the statue of the god that fell to the ground and shattered······

By the way, it was the pendant that saved him, otherwise, he would definitely be frozen into ice.

Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaojun looked down at the pendant hanging around his neck. Under the light, the pink hedron glowed brightly, and it looked even more beautiful than before.

Zhu Xiaojun got up from the ground and was about to enter the pendant space to take a look. Suddenly, a chill surged into Zhu Xiaojun's heart.

Following this chill, Zhu Xiaojun saw Zhu Xiangyang.

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