Ruan Qingyue shouted for a while, but she didn't hear a response, and she didn't know if Lin Hongrui was here, or if she heard it and didn't want to deal with herself.

The more you go inside, the darker the vision and the more gloomy the atmosphere becomes, and every time Ruan Qingyue takes a few steps forward, she reiterates Marx's materialist thoughts several times in her heart.

Tell yourself no ghosts, no ghosts, no ghosts!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, not only the leaves were rustling, but also a white cloth was blowing from nowhere, which happened to float towards Ruan Qingyue.

Ruan Qingyue was originally looking down at the road under her feet, but when she looked up, in the dimness, she vaguely saw a white shadow floating over, and she screamed in fright.

"Ahhh Hell! ”

At this moment, it was useless to memorize no matter how much Marxism she memorized, Ruan Qingyue turned around in fright and wanted to run outside.

At this time, Lin Hongrui, who was squatting not far in front, finally stood up, looked at her, and shouted at her: "There is no ghost, it's a white cloth!" ”

Ruan Qingyue's body suddenly stopped, turned around, and the moment she saw Lin Hongrui, a burst of fire swished out of her heart.

She glared and was full of anger, rushed to him, pointed at him, and yelled at him angrily and urgently:

"You're obviously here, why did I call you just now, you don't squeak! Isn't it funny to see me scared into a fool?! Do you know that my eldest sister and I are looking for you everywhere, and we have to worry about death, just afraid that you will ......"

Suddenly, Ruan Qingyue's angry rebuke stopped abruptly, because Lin Hongrui hugged her all of a sudden, put his chin on her shoulder, and said to her in a fragile and apologetic voice: "I'm sorry." ”

It was very unproductive, and the fire in Ruan Qingyue's whole body disappeared in an instant, but countless heartaches began to pour out from the bottom of her heart little by little.

She threw the fire paper in her hand on the ground, raised her hand as well, and patted him lightly on the back, "I was about to be scared to death just now, and the anger was not controlled all of a sudden, and I don't really blame you." Okay, okay, are you feeling better now? ”

Facing Lin Hongrui, who suddenly became a little milk dog, Ruan Qingyue was like an aunt's heart, and when she thought of the sin he suffered, she felt distressed.

"Hmm." Lin Hongrui let go of her, answered in a low voice, and saw the fire paper on the ground, "You also brought this here." ”

"The eldest sister said you should be here, so I brought it here." Ruan Qingyue squatted down, took out the fire paper, and muttered: "The first time I came to see my grandfather, I made a big ugly, I hope he doesn't look down on me, he thinks I'm too timid." ”

Lin Hongrui listened to her words, hooked the corners of his mouth, squatted down, took out a match, polished it, lit the fire paper, and said, "You are very good, my father will not have an opinion on you." ”

Ruan Qingyue didn't speak, took a step back, rushed to the grave, and kowtowed three times very seriously.

Lin Hongrui was also silent, watching the fire paper burn into ashes, looking down and not knowing what he was thinking.

Ruan Qingyue walked up to him and squatted down, brushed the grass in front of the grave with her hand, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Hongrui, have you ever doubted that you are actually not the child of your in-laws?" ”

"I asked, and they all said I was." Lin Hongrui lowered his head and said with a gloomy expression.

"Who are they?" Ruan Qingyue frowned, "You may have been deceived!" Maybe there's something hidden here? No matter how you look at it, you're not their child, you're so good, there's no reason not to like you! ”