Nan Qizhan: "If you don't know, talk less and do more." lest all the words spoken are wrong. ”

Nangong Xuanye replied aggrievedly: "Oh." ”

Yan Muye saw the person coming here from a distance, and her eyes fell on Nan Qizhan's body, as if waiting for him to go to her side.

Nan Qizhan looked at Yan Muye, who was dressed in plain clothes, and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly because of the distance.

But even so, Nan Qizhan also felt Yan Muye's actual coldness, as if he wanted to reject people thousands of miles away.

Nangong Xuanye hesitated beside him: "Brother, let's go directly to my master now, she seems to be waiting for us." ”

"Nonsense, you still have to tell me."

Nan Qizhan didn't continue to say more, and walked to Yan Muye's side. Nangong Xuanye's flowers were holding the flowers they had just bought from the flower shop, and there were words for Leng Fu Xiao written on them.

"It's okay with you." After Nan Qizhan asked this sentence with worry in his eyes, Yan Muye smiled faintly, and then spread his hands: "Do you think I have anything to do now?" ”

Nangong Xuanye also looked at Yan Muye with great curiosity beside him, and then glanced at Nan Qizhan with great uncertainty.

"Master, this is the word I sent, the festival mourns and changes."

Yan Muye took the flowers handed by Nangong Xuanye, and then handed them to the person next to him: "It's okay, don't worry about me, I don't have to worry about mourning or mourning, and I'm not so sad." ”

Nangong Xuanye blinked incredulously, as if he was asking Nan Qizhan for something.

Nan Qizhan didn't speak, but looked towards the Leng family. It seems that there are a lot of people who come to the memorial service this time, after all, Leng Fu Xiao is the head of the family, and all those who know Leng Fu Xiao are here.

"Just now I saw you and Murong Xiaoxiao standing and talking at the door, she didn't say anything to make you unhappy."

Yan Muye's expression was indifferent, and there seemed to be no emotion in her deep pupils: "I said it, but I don't feel much in my heart." ”

"She should have come to see me lively this time, but unfortunately his little plan may be in vain this time."

"This girl doesn't have so much excitement for her to watch, even if she wants to see it, she has to pay a price, otherwise she thinks that I am still like the Yan Mu Ye that used to be, like a fish on the chopping board for someone to slaughter, anyone can cut a knife?"

Yan Muye's voice fell, and Nan Qizhan and Nangong Xuanye's original hanging hearts finally let go slightly.

As long as Yan Muye is not too entangled in the previous things, everything is easy to say. Before they came, they were afraid of seeing Yan Muye look grief-stricken. As friends, they don't feel good when they see it.

"Just see you're okay, let's go in?"

Yan Muye nodded: "Let's go in." ”

…

In the huge ancestral hall, Leng Fu Xiao was like a sculpture, lying quietly among the many flowers.

There were many white candles burning around him, and his knife-like face was reflected by the warm candlelight on one side.

Leng Fengcai: "Old lady Leng, when will we take off the mask on the face of the head of the family?" ”

"When he came, the head of the house came very freely. Normally, walking should also be done without worry. Now that the head of the family is lying here, it would not be good if he left this world with a mask like this. ”