"Chief, you're finally back. You're lying to me again! ”

Before Zhou Jiao entered the guest house, she saw her father's guards, secretaries, and drivers rushing out of the gate. Seeing the aggrieved face of the guard Xiao Wang, she couldn't help but smile.

It's a lot of worry to be her father's guard. Who let him meet her father, the chief who likes to be free and hates to follow the little tail.

"Stand! Who lied to you? In the afternoon, you will come with me on errands. Zhou Xiaozheng said with a smile in his eyes and a straight face.

Facing the back of Zhou Xiaozheng leaving, the guards smiled at everyone and secretly grimaced - thinking that he was scared if he had a straight face. He had known for a long time that the chief was cold-faced and warm-hearted.

Zhang Guoqing stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Brother Wang, you're finished." Look at the front glass! Seeing that the other party immediately cried with a sad face, he laughed and pulled Zhou Jiao in.

"What are you kidding him? Anyone and dad are worried enough. Comrade Lao Zhou's behavior is not good. You must obey the orders of your superiors and cannot go out alone. ”

Zhou Xiaozheng immediately turned around and patted Zhou Jiao's head, "Come on on less fire!" Go and see peace. In the afternoon, go out on the street with your aunt and grandmother to pay attention to safety. ”

"Yes, Chief!"

"Hehe... Little villain! ”

In the hall, Mrs. Cheng sat alone on a chair and watched them play with a smile.

She stood up and smiled, "I'm back, I'll wait for you to come back for dinner." ”

"Why are you alone?" Zhou Xiaozheng looked around and found that there was no one except the waiter.

"We walked away safely and noisily, wanting to play outside. They took him to the hotel first, not long after. I'm afraid you won't find us, so I'll stay and wait for you. ”

The group followed the old lady to the hotel.

The distance between the hotel and the guest house is not far away. Everyone didn't walk for long, and they saw Cheng Ruzhu holding Ping'an, and the two of them stood at the gate of the hotel.

Mrs. Cheng didn't tell Zhou Xiaozheng about tomorrow's worship, and she had already heard Cheng Ruzhu's shouts and Ping'an's wah-wow screams. Interrupted halfway, she didn't bother to continue the conversation, and walked forward quickly.

As soon as Zhou Jiao saw her son's scream, she knew that the child was really anxious. She had already walked a few steps quickly, took the child who struggled away and threw herself into her arms, and said with a smile: "Little aunt, is the child making trouble?" ”

"Nope. We're safe and well-behaved, aren't we? You see him laughing. This little guy has just come back and has drunk milk powder twice, each time filling a bottle. I saw that he wanted to eat apples, so I deliberately soaked them in boiling water, scraped two spoons and fed them, but then I didn't dare to give them to him again. Wait a while and feed him the custard. ”

Zhou Jiao smiled and nodded. Before going out today, she had already been fed complementary food and milk powder. Otherwise, the child would not be so quiet and only eat two bites, so he had to grab the spoon.

After lunch, the group went back to the guest house. Before arriving at the room, Ping An was already asleep in Zhang Guoqing's arms.

Seeing this, Cheng Ruzhu hurriedly pulled Zhou Jiao to the street. She can take a nap at any time, and it's rare to come here, and she wants to go shopping on the street.

Mrs. Cheng was not at ease, so she left Zhang Guoqing to accompany the children and took the guards to go out with them. She doesn't worry about anything else, it's just that Zhou Jiao's face is too realistic. If you meet an old acquaintance, it's not good to scare the elderly.

Follow the old ladies of the locals and go shopping, without bothering to ask others. Let Cheng Ruzhu and Zhou Jiao be painful and happy.

The well-known cooked food and dried tofu smell very fragrant and look even more delicious, but unfortunately they can't be stuffed into the stomach.

There are enough varieties of candied fruit, sweet and sour, with one grain in the mouth, refreshing, but unfortunately I can't eat it.

The specialty meat floss is a good seasoning for children's supplementary food. All the delicious food made Zhou Jiao hate the rats who were staring at her house. She secretly cursed the rats to suffer from hunger for eternity.

Tasting the perfect food, one shop and one shop, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but turn her head and look back. looked at the teasing eyes of Mrs. Cheng's mother and daughter, and listened to their jokes. She really felt like she was loveless.

Zhou Jiao listlessly followed the old lady and them around the mall, and when she saw them choosing fabrics, she couldn't bear to look at them directly. Sneaking to the side alone, picking yarn with hatred.

Before returning home, the old lady took them to buy fruit, which finally made her feel better.

Early the next morning, two cars led them down the hill.

Looking at the past, the entire hillside is covered with dense graves of all sizes, which are the ancestral tombs of the Gu family.

The so-called feng shui resort with mountains and rivers still can't avoid the decline of the Gu family.

Mrs. Cheng left Cheng Ruzhu in the car to take care of the children. She lived so long that she firmly believed that children were spiritual, and could not go to these places.

Walking along the stone road, I walked up and came to the middle - in front of the grave of the Gu family's great-grandfather and great-grandmother.

Mrs. Cheng refused everyone's help, and took Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhou Jiao with tears and put incense candles, paper money, fruits, snacks, and wine one by one.

After kneeling and kowtowing, she began to whisper: The children are back......

Zhou Jiao knelt on the ground, a little distracted. She understood the old lady's feelings. The two people lying on the ground are the adoptive mother and adoptive father who raised her and was as kind as a mountain.

And she herself is indeed a cold-blooded animal, except for sadness, grief cannot be reached. I still have the leisure to think about how to persuade the old lady to agree to move the grave.

Burning paper money and weeding, the old lady took Zhou Xiaozheng's father and daughter to do it herself, it seems that this practice can make the two people underground rest in peace.

Zhou Jiao stood up and looked at the graves around her. It is estimated that no one even worships in front of some graves on the Qingming Festival, and weeds cover the graves.

She began to come to the graves of the ancestors of the Gu family in front of her, kowtowing one by one. In order to have the blood of the Gu family and the property of the Gu family on her body, she also needs to thank the ancestors of the main house in the past generations.

Cheng Lao looked at Zhou Jiao with satisfaction, stopped Zhou Xiaozheng who was about to come forward, and took out the paper money and asked him to burn it to the ancestors of the Gu family. Different wives only worship their father-in-law and mother-in-law. He is the head of the Cheng family, and every year he personally worships the ancestors of the Gu family. Now that the Gu family finally has a bloodline, he is worthy of the ancestors of the three families and his underground father.

After the worship, Mrs. Cheng's red and swollen eyes were smiling, and the whole person seemed to let go of a heavy burden. At this time, she happily asked Zhou Xiaozheng to light a large string of firecrackers.

The sound of 'crackling' sounded, and through the smoke of the firecrackers, the smile on that face was particularly joyful. Maybe the old lady thinks it's a great event.

Descending from the low hillside along the trail, the spectacular tombs, the lush hundred-year-old trees, and the lake under the mountain, all these solemn and solemn scenery made Zhou Jiao's mood very complicated. - Sometimes prophets are not blessed.

The Gu family's affairs seem to have come to an end. The secret room, the old house, the worship, everything is over. But Zhou Jiao knew that under the calm, there were several pairs of eyes staring at the Gu family's old house. Grandmother's donation books blocked the world, but they couldn't stop the people who knew the inside story of the Gu family.

Before getting into the car, she stared deeply at the grave in the distance.

"Don't look at it, go back." Zhang Guoqing squeezed her palm worriedly and said. He sighed secretly, as if everything was off track, beyond his expectations.

Zhou Jiao smiled brightly at him. With him by her side, she thought she wouldn't be afraid. More on that later.