Chapter 22: Like Glue

The little boy's eyes were a little red for a moment, he looked at Yun Duoduo a little nervously, and then quickly threw it away.

Yun Duoduo returned home, the ritual had passed, and the beautiful little Shota was going home, and she was going to go her way.

Yun Chengshui did it from the yard, glared at her fiercely, that look, eager to bite her to strangle her, but thinking that she now has her grandmother and aunt here, it is not good to beat the child, so he didn't say anything.

At night, Yun Chengshui and Yun Xiujuan were keeping vigil in the mourning hall. Because of the day's events, the two of them were no longer so glue-like, and they were afraid of the Jiang family's soul, so they also knelt there in a proper manner.

It's just that in the middle of the night, Yun Duoduo came out to get up at night, and Aunt Guo wanted to accompany her, but she refused: "Auntie, the children in this village are not delicate, I can go by myself, you can fall asleep." ”

She lightly went to the location of the mourning hall and looked outside the door.

That Yun Xiujuan's kneeling leg was numb for a long time, and the mourning hall was cold, so she refused to kneel anymore.

"Brother Chengshui, people's legs are uncomfortable, and they don't want to kneel, so you can get up too." She grabbed Yun Chengshui's arm and took advantage of the situation to lean into her arms.

Yun Chengshui's face darkened: "Can't you bear it, let's make trouble after the Fa tonight." ”

Yun Xiujuan was originally afraid of evil ghosts, but she was a little unconvinced, she was not afraid when she was alive, but she was afraid of the Jiang family when she died?

Coupled with being cold and annoying, Yun Chengshui has been busy these days, and she hasn't been with her for a long time, and her heart is itching. So she couldn't care about Yun Chengshui's black face, so she leaned over and nestled into Yun Chengshui's arms: "People don't want to kneel, you can go to sleep with me." ”

"You're crazy!" Yun Chengshui looked at Yun Xiujuan dissatisfied, "Do you know that if Li Zheng finds out, he will be very dissatisfied today!" ”

Yun Xiujuan stretched out her hand and hugged his waist: "That old man in Lizheng, I don't understand the amorous feelings, he is half of the person who has been cut into the ground, so he naturally has to be stricter, Brother Chengshui, I am happy with you, you can't bear my ......"

Yun Chengshui is a beast with a human face and a beast's heart, wearing a fake and serious skin, but he is actually lustful and absurd/lewd.

He resisted a little at first, after all, he wanted to save face, after all, he was in the mourning hall of his deceased wife.

But being teased by Yun Xiujuan, he couldn't resist the beauty first, and he really didn't take his deceased wife in his eyes. For a while, he was afraid of evil ghosts, and for a while, he felt that Zi was silent, strange, and confused, and the people in the village were afraid of it, and he had to keep the spirit himself.

The so-called villains are often determined, people like them are often afraid of this today and that tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow they are not afraid of both.

Yun Chengshui's heart was on fire, so he hugged Yun Xiujuan and pulled her shirt. It doesn't matter if this is a mourning hall.

Anyway...... It was cold and haunted, and no one would come to the mourning hall.

Yun Duoduo retreated to the corner, listened to the sound of the more and more waves, and walked lightly to the stove, and then she took the fire again and quietly set up a fire outside the mourning hall. A fire was lit.

In the middle of the night, the firelight is very eye-catching, and because there are many funeral people at home, even the neighbors' homes are crowded with helpers.

Then there were many of them, and it was inevitable that everyone didn't sleep well, and then they chatted together, ate and talked at night.

It's all lights out and chatting at this point.

When he saw the fire, he thought that Yun Chengshui's house was on fire again, so he rushed into the mourning hall.

At this time, Yun Chengshui and Yun Xiujuan were like glue......