"......" Zhou Qiyin turned around his father, who came in a hurry, and was shocked when he heard what he said.

This foodie is so good at eating?

"Ling Ze, you eat less, if you continue to eat like this, you will be the same figure as your father when the time comes." Zhou Guangqing rushed over panting and said with a serious face.

Zhou Lingze bit the mouth of the bun and finally stopped, half lying on the chair comfortably, burping, looking at his father with a little disgust, "Dad, I won't be like you, when I grow up, I must be handsome and chic, personable, and many girls fall in love with me at first sight." ”

"Narcissist." Zhou Qiyin teased, raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile, "I was so fat when I was a child, I heard that I can't grow tall." ”

"Yes, little master, you can eat less, the young master was very thin when he was a child." Aunt Fen said on the side.

Zhou Lingze suddenly felt that the world was not good for him at all, why did he tell him to eat less, why didn't he ask if his stomach could be decorated less.

Finally, after breakfast, with the sacrificial things, Zhou Guangqing drove straight to the cemetery.

The weather was overcast, with a few clouds floating in the sky, gray and dreary, and it seemed that there would be a light rain.

Zhou Qiyin looked at his father in the co-pilot, time flies, and the once handsome and dashing young man has become a middle-aged image with a big belly.

Others say that she looks very similar to her mother, and she has not inherited a little of her father's facial features.

Dad was also very handsome when he was young.

The breeze came slowly, and Zhou Qiyin's white long skirt fluttered after getting out of the car.

Zhou Lingze jumped out of the car and ran to his sister's side, pulling her skirt to prevent her from going away.

Zhou Guangqing and Aunt Fen both got out of the car and took out a large bouquet of roses from the trunk.

Aunt Fen took out the paper money and fruits, and hurriedly followed.

Stopping at a double tombstone, Zhou Guangqing bent down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone.

Aunt Fen laid out the fruit, lit the candles, and stood aside.

Zhou Qiyin lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in the depths of his eyes.

Zhou Guangqing got up and took Zhou Lingze's hand, the emotion on his face was like the weather, gray and gloomy, and his eyes were dull.

Zhou Lingze pursed his lips and didn't speak, and naturally knew that it was not appropriate to talk too much on this occasion.

Aunt Fen stood aside and watched them silently, her eyes slightly red.

"Mom, we're coming to see you."

After Zhou Qiyin finished speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

The white dress was stained with mud and instantly dirty,

Zhou Guangqing's eyes seemed to be red, looking at the photo on the tombstone, it was just a photo of a man in his twenties, but it had a bit of charm, giving people an unattainable sense of beauty.

Now he has become a middle-aged greasy uncle with a big belly.

And the tombstone on the side is empty, it is reserved for him, and he will be buried next to her in the future.

"I hope you will be very happy to see your daughter grow into a human in the Spirit of Heaven."

When we left the cemetery, everyone's mood was quite heavy.

Zhou Lingze pursed his lips, "Sister, Aunt Rui'er is watching you from the sky, don't be unhappy." ”

Zhou Qiyin turned her head sideways, and saw that Ling Ze, who was a small ghost, actually comforted her, and couldn't help but smile, "Okay, well, we all have to be happy every day." ”

As soon as the words fell, the phone rang.

Zhou Qiyin actually thought it was Yan Yijun's phone for a moment, and he didn't think about whether to hang up, so he took out his mobile phone and took a look, but it wasn't his.

There was a dull, slightly depressed, indescribable feeling in her heart, it turned out that she was so looking forward to his call......