On that day, in front of the man's spirit card, the incense was in full bloom, and the incense burner became a flower plate, and hundreds of smoking wooden sticks were inserted.

Two tree-thick candles were placed on both sides of the spirit card, and there were a few big characters on them. Although the font is rough and connected, it can barely see the meaning with old flowers.

That word.

"I'm a murderer! I'm a murderer!"

"Fuck, who bought this candle, stand up for the old lady."

A beautiful woman, rolling up her sleeves, yelled at everyone present. The full house of guests, all looked at the family seats, looking confused.

"Tell me quickly, which salted fish and radish are dry, if you don't say anything, the old lady will cut you down."

The beautiful woman picked up a machete, spun around, and stepped forward, ready to cut when she saw someone.

Fortunately, someone arrived in time.

Who's coming!?

It's a crazy woman, who is the crazy woman, Xiao Xiaoyao, this is the only one in this book.

As soon as Xiao Xiaoyao appeared, she cried desolately, and she threw herself into the arms of a beautiful woman.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's me who is not good."

The beautiful woman was startled, as if she couldn't understand what Xiao Xiaoyao's "Mom" meant.

"Who are you?"

The pretty woman asked.

Presumably, some people will ask, who is this beautiful woman who slashes people with a knife.

Okay, please narrate.

As soon as the narrator came out, she held up a big wooden card in her hand, and there were words on the card, she is Tian Ma, the male protagonist.

Her full name is Hua Dao Qing, known as Sister Hua.

Seeing Xiao Xiaoyao crying pitifully, Sister Hua also put down the machete and reached out to touch her curtain-hanging face.

At this time, tears welled up from the corners of Xiao Xiaoyao's eyes, crossed her face, and fell on the surface of Sister Hua's seventy-two K masonry ring, making a clear sound of "ding".

Sister Hua couldn't bear to see Xiao Xiaoyao crying in front of her, so she said to Xiao Xiaoyao in a gentle tone.

"Child, what are you crying about, it is my son who died, not your son......"

When Xiao Xiaoyao heard it, she didn't stop, but cried even more fiercely.

"It's me, it's all me, if I hadn't used a nunchuck, hehe, he, he wouldn't have ......"

"Nunchucks? Black hey!? ”

Sister Hua is over forty years old, so she naturally knows these classic words, but she can't figure out what the relationship between these words and her son's death is.

Sister Hua looked at Xiao Xiaoyao, she looked beautiful, like a public figure. I looked at the spirit card again, and my son's face was stupid.

Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration, and I seemed to think of something.

Sister Hua put her hand on Xiao Xiaoyao's shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Child, look up and see clearly, the man on the spirit card."

When Xiao Xiaoyao looked up, she pushed Sister Hua away and followed her to the spirit card.

Xiao Xiaoyao took the spirit card and hugged it into her arms.

"Silence, silence, my silence—"

Seeing Xiao Xiaoyao holding her son's spirit card and crying endlessly, Sister Hua was stunned.

At this time, another woman came, the woman's figure was petite, but the mountains in her chest were not to be ignored.

This time, it is a childlike face - Chen Baoer.

As soon as Chen Bao'er came, she stuffed a bouquet of flowers into Sister Hua's arms, and bowed, although she didn't speak, but the little crystal in the corner of her eyes, as well as her red nose, had betrayed Chen Bao'er's heart at the moment.

Sister Hua took the flowers and asked.

"Son, who ...... are you?"

"Mom, I promised not to say anything, if I can't keep him, I will marry him, since he is gone, then I will be your daughter-in-law."

Chen Baoer sniffed, with a stalk in her words, looking sad, but pretending to be strong.

Then, Chen Bao'er didn't wait for Sister Hua to answer, so she bowed and turned to look at the spirit card.

Who knows......