"Probably because we are too young to understand your move, shouldn't the Mo family be one of the seven elders? Only detain our family as protons? It can't be, there should be other insiders inside. ”

Qian Qian's first reaction was that there was a problem in the Deed Management Bureau, otherwise the Mo family's bronze sword was the leader of the demon clan, and the matter was known to others.

"It's not your good grandfather, the things in the well can't be distinguished from the demons, and he sold the Mo family, not to say that the Mo family kept the demons in captivity in the well but couldn't come up with evidence, which caused the exclusion of some people in the Deed Management Bureau, and the Mo family currently only has the right to vote in the Deed Management Bureau and has no right to decide."

Qiu Feng sarcastically said that there was no need, and if he didn't explain too much, he just smiled bitterly and scratched his head.

"Grandpa's doing this is tantamount to hollowing out the Mo family? Why do this kind of thing? It's not necessary, just because my father is a waste of firewood, and I want to use the Deed Administration Bureau to protect him? ”

Ask Cheng looked at his father suspiciously, it seems that he is really wasteful, he can only use other people's names to write books, he is almost fifty years old and has no great achievements, he is completely an ordinary person.

"Don't look at me, I don't have that much ability, your grandfather is living an ordinary life with grandma, so under the banner of being good for me, he reported the Mo family's fornication with the Demon Clan to the Deed Management Bureau." Mo Dabao pointed out the reason with a sharp point, and it was covered up by the sound of a nonsensical cough.

"Grandpa, your love is a little scary, isn't it, if you can't get it, you will destroy it?" Wen Qian felt a little ridiculous, this kind of love for the elderly really couldn't be understood.

"Grandpa Qiu, can I ask you a question? Why are you so young? ”

Wen Cheng felt that the Deed Management Bureau was too far away from him, and he didn't have the curiosity of his brother, as long as he didn't use the bronze sword, he could still live an ordinary life, but the Qiu Feng in front of him, who had to be at least a hundred years old, made Wen Cheng even more curious.

"Me? I'm no longer human, and I made a contract with ghosts and gods at the cost of my eyes, I originally wanted to save my wife who was suffering from cancer, but she gave the Mo family a child at the cost of her life......" Qiu Feng mentioned that his eyes were uncontrollably tearful.

"I'm sorry...... I shouldn't have mentioned your sadness. ”

Ask Cheng didn't know how to comfort Qiu Feng, the complicated relationship between the Mo family, just like the butterfly effect, started with his grandfather's selfish love, which indirectly contributed to a series of tragedies in the Mo family.

"I don't need you to apologize, this old thing who should apologize hasn't said a word, what are you doing as a junior."

Qiu Feng wiped his tears and patted Mo Xuyou's head, Mo Xuyou looked up at Qiu Feng, and the two of them laughed at the same time, just like old friends for many years who met again, and there was no resentment at all.

"Wait, what's going on with Mom, she doesn't seem to know anything about all this?" Wen Qian remembered Wen Jing's reaction just now, and he was completely ignorant of everything in the Mo family.

"Your mother is a real ordinary person, don't get involved in these messy things, don't talk nonsense in front of her in the future, have you heard it?" Mo Dabao suddenly became serious, the brother and sister nodded vigorously to promise not to talk nonsense, in fact, they both understood in their hearts that their father and mother were played by their grandmother, and they probably thought that the other party was an ordinary person, but in fact, their ancestors were all made weapons with divine power.

"Dad, aren't you going to write at home? Why did you come here with your mother? Didn't she often say that if she did one less live broadcast, she would lose hundreds of thousands of dollars? What could be the magic that would make two freelancers who don't even want to care about their kids come here? ”

Ask Orange to quickly change the topic and torture Mo Dabao's soul.

"Your grandma is critically ill, will you two little bunnies know about it? How did you take care of it in the mountains, or did you write me an email yourself, so that we could come back and prepare for the future. ”

"We?" The brother and sister looked at each other, and they didn't know that their grandmother was critically ill, could it be that their grandmother's body had reached its limit?

"Then why are you still stunned here? Hurry back to the mountain and run for mourning. ”

Qiu Feng pushed Mo Xuyou to turn around and leave, urging Mo Dabao to take the two brothers and sisters together.

"Funeral? Grandma was still alive when we were sent the day before yesterday, why was it so fast? Ask Orange exclaimed.

Dad just said that grandma is critically ill, and Grandpa Qiu has already determined that grandma is dead, so won't she have to be buried when she goes up the mountain at this speed?

After the family completed the discharge procedures, they hurriedly rented a tractor and went back to Mojiashan, and it was already midnight when they carried their grandfather up the mountain.

There are two large white lanterns hanging on the gate of the Mo family's ancestral house, and the black inscription on the lanterns is particularly eye-catching.

The gate of the ancestral house has also become normal, with two dark old-fashioned double doors, and a pair of brass auxiliary heads embedded in the door with angry eyes and bronze rings in their mouths, which are still a little scary at first glance.

Outside the gate, two stone sculptures described in Grandpa's notebook also appeared, standing majestically outside the gate.

The brother and sister are even more sure that the messy high-tech equipment of the electronic gate is all a dream of Mo Jiajia.

Mo Dabao swallowed his saliva and knocked on the door of the ancestral house, and after three or four pats, Mo Jiajia came out to open the door.

"Brother Dabao, please come inside, my aunt has been waiting for your family for a long time."

Mo Jiajia was dressed in a knee-length cheongsam with black flowers on a white background, her hair was coiled high and white flowers were pinned to it, her eyes were red as if she had just cried, and her voice was as immature as ever like a child talking.

Wen Jing was originally curious about why this girl, who was younger than Wen Cheng, called her husband brother, but thinking that the deceased was the greatest, she didn't mention it.

The family was welcomed through the door through the long bamboo corridor into the Sanjin Courtyard, probably because it was dark, and the striking white along the way reminded everyone that someone had passed away here.

Qiu Feng pushed Mo Xuyou to follow Mo Jiajia and walked quietly, the atmosphere was so heavy that no one made a sound, Mo Dabao's family of four walked more and more slowly, all with their heads down and brewing emotions, wanting to wait for the moment when they saw Mo Shangxin's body, so that they could cry out loud.

When he really arrived at the main room of Sanjin Courtyard, the moment the hall door was pushed open, Mo Shangxin was still wearing a black shroud, sitting in the middle of the dining table without doing anything, and arranged a table of dishes waiting for Mo Dabao's family.

"My mother......"

Mo Dabao didn't look at it, lowered his head and followed Qiu Feng's footsteps into the house, and instantly the drama spirit was possessed and cried loudly, Wen Jing also pulled Mo Dabao's clothes into the house and lowered his head and sobbed quietly.

Only the brother and sister had a heart, and before entering the door, they looked into the house and found that their grandmother had nothing to do, and they knew that her old man just wanted to have a reunion dinner with the family.

"Mom and Dad, wait to cry, the play is over, grandma is still alive, it's too late to cry tomorrow."

Wen Cheng hurriedly entered the door and dragged Mo Dabao's arm, making him wait to cry, and Wen Qian also quickly helped Wen Jing to his seat.

Mo Dabao and his family cried a lot, and after realizing that the person was not dead, he quickly wiped his tears and explained with a smile

"Hehe, I saw a lantern hanging at the door, thinking that there was a dead person in the house, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

"Sit down, have a meal with me, let you cry enough tomorrow, and I'll be leaving in three hours at most."

Mo Shangxin's voice is a little normal, and he is no longer mechanical like AI intelligence.

The family sat around the table for two hours, without anyone talking, no one moving chopsticks.

Mo Dabao and Wen Jing were so embarrassed that they couldn't bow their heads and admit their mistakes because they cried wrong just now, while Qiu Feng kept staring in the direction where Mo Jiajia was, listening from time to time, wanting to know everything about Mo Jiajia.

Mo Shangxin and Mo Xu sat across the table, staring at each other for two hours, as if the thousand words that had not been said in all these years had turned into stares at this moment.

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