A huge high-definition LCD screen hung high on the wall of the building, and the cheers of the people gathered under the display were one after another, all happy with the news broadcast on the display.

If the protagonist in the news was not Mu Yiteng, Cheng Xiyan thought that she would also be infected by the joyful atmosphere, and couldn't help but bend her lips and smile!

Retracting her gaze, Zhong Nihong was looking at her worriedly.

Cheng Xiyan didn't want others to worry about her, so she reluctantly bent the corners of her mouth to divert Zhong Nihong's attention and said, "Grandma, don't worry, Mom is fine." ”

Zhong Nihong stretched out her hand, and her small body was brought into her arms, Cheng Xiyan moved uncomfortably, and heard her grandmother's voice as if it had penetrated the years, "Yan Yan, do you know, your mother liked to lie in your grandmother's arms like this when she was a child and listen to stories......"

Cheng Xiyan stopped struggling and felt the caress of her back carefully, listening to her grandmother's chatter, nostalgic for the past time, her heart relaxed, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

This night, she slept in Chengge Town, and when she was woken up by her grandmother, she was still a little dazed.

Cheng Xiyan yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said softly, "Grandma, I'm home!"

Zhong Nihong couldn't help but smile when she looked at her granddaughter's delicate appearance, got out of the car, reached out to help her little granddaughter tidy up her slightly messy hair and clothes, and then looked at her cheeks as red as rouge as she just woke up, and the corners of her mouth finally showed a trace of satisfaction.

When Zhong Nihong had seen enough, Cheng Xiyan's mind was also clear, and after looking at the school uniform on her body, she was entangled, looked up and said, "Grandma, go home, and let Steward Della send me to the clan school." ”

The Cheng family has two housekeepers, one is Cheng Yan, and the other is the robot butler Della that Cheng Xiyan said.

"I won't go to the clan school today, but I'll go again tomorrow. Zhong Nihong said.

"Why?" Cheng Xi asked puzzledly, a bad thought immediately appeared in her mind, she blinked weakly, could it be because of her performance in school today that she was expelled from the school?

Zhong Nihong was silent for a while, then replied with a sigh: "Yazi mother and son are ...... today." When you go home, the Cheng family rules that everyone, young and old, must go to mourn ......"

Halfway through the words, Zhong Nihong realized that the five-year-old child must not understand what she said, and wanted to repeat it simply and easily understandable, but dispelled this idea again, so she had to sigh: "Let's go!"

Cheng Xiyan was silent, she couldn't say, grandma, your old man thinks too much, I understand everything you say, think about it, if she comes out with this sentence, then the Cheng family will not have to send her to the laboratory to study thoroughly.

Hand was held, Cheng Xiyan honestly followed her grandmother's footsteps, although she didn't know the way, she also knew that she must go to the Cheng family ancestral hall.

Stellar stars do not have the saying that minors and those who die outside cannot enter the ancestral hall, so when Cheng Xiyan came to the ancestral hall with his grandmother, there were already several layers of people inside and out.

Although there are many people in the ancestral hall, the scene is extremely quiet, and the air is quietly flowing with sorrow, and the deceased is great, even if he has done anything out of the ordinary in his life, this moment will be dispersed with the wind.

The mourning funeral march wantonly rendered grief in the air, and Cheng Xiyan had already changed into a black skirt and stood in the far corner of the ancestral hall, looking at groups of people who came to mourn.

The space of the ancestral hall is very large, the air is very open, Cheng Xiyan twitched his red nose, it was really cold!

She knew that the person lying in the coffin was not Zhao Yazi Cheng Xinyu, and she naturally wanted to cry, but she would not cry to death.

"Zhao Yazi" didn't have many friends before her death, even if she made some friends before marriage, she faded after marriage, so only the Cheng family came to mourn for the time being.

The Cheng family is lush and has a large population, even if the people who come to mourn are continuous, the flow of people has not stopped after two hours, until a cry of grabbing the sky and the earth sounded in the ancestral hall of the Cheng family, and everyone unconsciously made way for this gray-haired and grief-stricken old woman.

"My daughter, why are you so ruthless...... So ruthless let me send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, why are you so ruthless......" The cry was so sad that many people couldn't help but have a sour nose, and the tears slipped down like rolling beans.

Even if you don't know this old woman, when she hears this sad cry at this moment, it turns out that this is the old mother of the deceased.

Cheng Xiyan lowered his head, his toes kept stepping on the ground a little wet, Han Yifan didn't know if they had planned this scene when they planned this scene.

If Aunt Artistry saw this scene, she didn't know how sad she should be and how much she blamed herself.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Cheng Xiyan's movements on the soles of his feet stopped, and while no one was paying attention to his short height, he walked flexibly among the crowds, and after a while, he walked out of the ancestral hall.

Cheng Xiyan glanced left and right, and took a fancy to the blooming flowers in the flower bed, where there was a hidden space that just hid her figure.

No longer delayed, she secretly ran over to hide and send a connection signal to Han Yifan.

The satellite signal had been established as early as when Han Yifan was at home.

Originally, Cheng Xiyan was holding back the fire in his belly, and he made up his mind to point at Han Yifan with his head and face, but when Han Yifan's clear voice came from the children's communication machine, all reason was gathered.

In what capacity and in what position should she accuse Han Yifan? With her current dignity, is she qualified to accuse others?

"Little bean sprouts, what's wrong? Why don't you speak?"

Cheng Xiyan cleaned up his emotions and slowly spoke: "Uncle Yifan, Aunt Yazi's mother is here, and she has been crying in the ancestral hall, crying so sadly. ”

The other end of the communication machine was silent, and it took a long time to hear Han Yifan's voice: "Is Yan Yan blaming his uncle?"

Cheng Xiyan pulled the small leaf in his hand and kept silent.

Not talking is acquiescence!

Han Yifan smiled bitterly at the communicator, "Yan Yan, I know you are very mature, but I don't know if you can understand everything I say, so if you blame me and blame me for the next words, I will say it."

There are many things that we can't choose, even if we expect Zhao Yazi's mother to be so sad in advance, there will be no less to do.

Therefore, Cheng Xiyan, you have to understand that only if you can control everything around you, can you get out of the situation of being involuntarily yourself, understand?"

In spite of oneself......

In spite of oneself......

These four words kept echoing in Cheng Xiyan's mind.

If she had the ability, she would not have been separated from her mother.

If she had the ability, she wouldn't let Mu Yiteng abandon them if she wanted to.

And now everything she has experienced is because she is incapable, so she is passively scorned by Li Minjie and despised by her mentor in the Cheng family.