Yang Xuerong wore a high neck for a year and covered her neck.

I raised my eyes to look at her, Yang Xuerong smiled casually, took my hand, and said that after eating, she took us to the ancestral hall to go around, all of which were left in ancient times, and they were particularly charming.

Breakfast was white rice porridge and a large plate of steamed buns, all of which they made with their own hands, so Yang Xuerong came to eat with us, and her grandmother had been hiding in that house.

Although the conditions of their house are not good, the house is quite large, the kind of old house, there is a floor on it, and some rooms are locked, which feels quite mysterious.

As soon as I took a bite of the bun, a strong smell hit me, and I couldn't hold back it, and I retched.

The three of them looked at me in surprise, and Lu Jin asked me with deep concern if I was not feeling well.

I removed my hand, shook my head and said that I was fine, and Lu Jinshen said that if there was anything, I would rest at home today.

"If I say it's okay, it's okay!"

My temper was out of control, and I shouted at Lu Jinshen, he froze in place, still looking at me dotingly, and he said that it was okay.

I looked up at Yang Xuerong, her expression changed slightly, a little wooden, what did Lu Jinshen say to me is really good, spoiled to the bones.

If I had done it before, I would have thought it was a scene, but now it sounds so glaring, this woman, under him last night, screamed so hard.

I sniffed and followed them to the ancestral hall, but the whole person seemed to be out of my body.

We came unfortunately, there happened to be a funeral in the village, the sound of gongs was particularly loud, and there was the sound of cannonballs, and a team of people wearing white filial piety clothes came over, one holding a stick of incense in his hand, and cried very miserably.

We stopped on the side of the road and gave way to them.

The gloomy black coffin, this is the first time I have seen it, looking particularly infiltrating, the person walking in front of him feels the black and white photo of the deceased in his hand, and he still looks like a young man.

"It's Chen San who died, he's only twenty-seven years old, and he's in the prime of life, but who knows he'll go." Yang Xuerong spoke euphemistically, saying that Chen San hadn't married a daughter-in-law yet, so he was leaving, no wonder his mother was crying so sadly.

But when I looked at Chen San's black and white photo, I felt very weird, his eyes seemed to be staring at me, and he trembled all over.

Fu Luo said that life and death are fate, who knows what will happen in the next second.

She was very carefree, and after the group of people passed, Fu Luo pointed to the door of those people's houses and asked, "Why are these brooms placed outside?" ”

"I'm afraid of being contaminated with this bad luck, after all, people are dead." Yang Xuerong said softly, she called us over, saying that this is nothing to look at.

Fu Luo said that those paper figures were good, colorful, and very good-looking, but Yang Xuerong's face changed, probably because of Fu Luo's frivolous attitude.

Yang Xuerong said a lot seriously, saying that there is a paper-binding craftsman in the village, which is an old craft that has been passed down, and said that he will take us over to see when he is free.

"Ah Shen, what do you say?" Yang Xuerong turned around, Lu Jin was stunned for a moment, he glanced at me, probably because he saw my displeasure, and his face was slightly embarrassed.

Lu Jinshen treats me very well, because of my little temperament hidden in my bones, but the more this is the case, the more I can't push it.

When I arrived at the ancestral hall, I was still a little distracted, and I almost fell into the pit with one foot, but Lu Jinshen hugged me.

"Little confused." He said affectionately, but I subconsciously looked at Yang Xuerong's face, and her whole face was completely wrong.