Hanging up the phone, Xu Le saw Xu Beibei as soon as he turned around, and he was suddenly stunned.

At this time, Xu Beibei was sitting quietly on the bench, not crying or making trouble, looking in a trance, as if he had just woken up.

She has never experienced this kind of scene, but today she is probably scared, stupid, and completely devoid of the cleverness she had when she came, which makes people feel distressed.

Xu Le looked at the time and frowned.

It's just over ten o'clock.

According to the customs here, the juniors have to worship until the second half of the night before they can sleep, and if they drag it to that point, Xu Beibei is estimated to collapse.

Xu Le couldn't care so much, and after saying hello to Nan Xiaoxi, he took Xu Beibei to have some supper first, and then settled directly in Nan Xiaoxi's room.

Before Xu Le went out, the little guy in the bed had already fallen asleep, which showed how tired he was.

Out of the room, Xu Le returned to the hall, and it was still lively.

Nam Zhenguo's body was placed on the innermost side, separated by a white cloth.

On the side of the desk full of tributes, several men who looked like Taoist priests were chattering, wiping their sweat from time to time, looking very engaged.

There were more than a dozen men and women sitting on each side, each with a horn and suona bowl, and they were proficient in blowing, playing, singing, and knocking. Everyone had a microphone on them, and the mourning music was from their hands, not recorded.

Nan Xiaoxi knelt in front of the mourning hall with his head down, probably because of his physical exhaustion, his body had been trembling slightly. Someone noticed this and tried to tell her to rest, but she gently pushed her away, and after a few times, no one called her again. Only her mother sighed worriedly, wiping away tears from her eyes.

The old man has been in and out several times, there is no sadness or joy on his face, he doesn't know what he is thinking, only when he sees Nan Xiaoxi, he will sigh distressedly.

Looking at this scene, Xu Le was a little touched.

In fact, Nan Xiaoxi is the hardest.

After picking up Xu Le's father and daughter in the morning, she put on white silk and knelt in front of the mourning hall and returned the salute to the guests of Shangxiang one by one.

Except for a limited number of toilet trips, she never got up, during which she drank some water and didn't eat any food.

is not an athlete, kneeling for a long time, coupled with no eating, it is estimated that he has long been weak, but he is just holding on with a breath.

Xu Le saw through the essence of her strong crossbow at a glance, and saw that the guests had finished walking, and walked over to help her.

Nan Xiaoxi instinctively refused, but was a little surprised after finding out that it was Xu Le, and then was pulled up without resistance.

In fact, even if she resisted, it was useless, she was tired and didn't have much strength to struggle at all, and even she had problems standing now. As soon as I got up, I almost fell back when my body was crooked, and it can be seen that my legs are really unconscious.

Xu Le hurriedly hugged her, pulled her to the side, and said as he walked, "Go sit down for a while." ”

"I ......"

"Filial piety is not in a hurry for these two hours. ”

"But ......"

"In the future, if I want to kneel and kneel every day, I will never stop me, but not today, at least...... You eat something first. ”

Nan Xiaoxi originally wanted to have a hard mouth, but her stomach "gurgled" a few times out of place.

Xu Le looked at her stomach and didn't speak.

Nan Xiaoxi stopped stiffening, blushed, limped and followed Xu Le to the side.

After putting Nan Xiaoxi in her position, Xu Le intimately poured a glass of water for her and took the pastry.

Nan Xiaoxi glanced at him unexpectedly, thanked him, and then chewed and ate slowly.

Many people in the Nan family saw this scene, and their expressions were very strange.

Nan Xiaoxi is very hard, everyone sees it in their eyes, and they are very distressed, so there are many people who have tried to persuade and pull before, but they have not succeeded.

In the Nanjia, anyone can play the role of this persuader.

Only Xu Le can't.

A bastard who ruined Nan Xiaoxi's name festival and vomited blood from Nan Zhenguo, who was once angry.

Now, he is actually persuading Nan Xiaoxi not to keep filial piety?

What is his position!

In the courtyard of the Nan family, does he have a part to speak?

For the sake of Nan Zhenguo's affairs, he was already tired and half dead, and he held his breath in his chest, and now it's okay, there is someone to vent to.

The faces of the crowd were strange, sneering, and all kinds of doubts came one after another. It's not a scolding street, but it's absolutely uncomfortable to listen to.

Nan Xiaoxi's face suddenly became unsightly, Xu Le was criticized because of her, where could she still eat. At that moment, I didn't eat the pastries, I didn't drink the water, I stood up tremblingly and was about to go to the mourning hall, but I was supported by Xu Le.

"It's okay, they didn't say anything about you, they continued to eat you. Xu Le's voice was as calm as ever, and there was no sign of life.

Nan Xiaoxi raised her head and saw a handsome and calm face, on which she didn't see a single mood swing.

"But that's what they say about you......"

"It's okay, they say theirs, you eat yours, leave it alone. Xu Le pressed her down, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

If these ordinary people can easily provoke him, even if the thousand-year retreat is closed to the dog, he will not bother to pay attention to it.

"Uh, this ......"

Nan Xiaoxi wanted to say something, but heard the old man's voice coming from behind.

"What are you doing? Don't think there are enough things? Why should you go! Xiaoxi, you have a good rest, don't pay attention to them!" The old man said to Nan Xiaoxi in the second half of his sentence.

Nan Xiaoxi nodded gratefully at the old man: "Thank you, grandpa......"

"Hey......"

Don't look over, old man, in fact, why doesn't he hate Xu Le?

This little bastard has ruined the reputation of their Nan family!

But he is old, and he really can't see Nan Xiaoxi sad.

What's more, Xu Le saved his life last time.

Whatever the reason, he had to help the two of them stand on the table today.

Everyone looked at each other, and a few thin-skinned ones even picked up brooms and pretended to sweep the floor to hide their embarrassment.

Nan Zhendong shook his head when he saw it, although he didn't like Xu Le either, he would never approve of making trouble at his eldest brother's funeral.

Fortunately, the situation did not deteriorate further, otherwise even if the old man did not make a move, he would have intervened.

A small storm subsided.

The mourning continues.

Xu Le sat down next to Nan Xiaoxi, looked at the new information, and stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket.

Nan Xiaoxi suddenly turned his head, bit his thin lip and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

Xu Le was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he smiled indifferently: "It's okay to say it's okay, what's more, it's not you who wants to say I'm sorry." ”

Xu Le's original intention was that he had made your mother and daughter suffer all these years, and he was sorry for the guy who was playing her husband.

But Nan Xiaoxi obviously misunderstood, shook his head and said, "Don't be angry with them, I apologize to you for them." ”

"It's not ......" Xu Le was about to explain, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate, and when he took it out, he saw that it was an old-fashioned message, so he didn't bother to say anything at the moment, and walked to the side to open it.

Lao Dao took a photo of all the formations and the like, and then gathered them together and sent them over.

Xu Le clicked on them and looked at them one by one, and then was shocked to find that ......

Completely incomprehensible!

The words are all recognized, and they are unfamiliar when they are combined...... What's more, there are more graphics, as well as professional terms, and Xu Le is confused.

Xu Le had said before that he didn't understand this, and the old way was just sent over, Xu Le had reason to suspect that he was being molested.

So after cutting out the dialing interface, Xu Le was ready to call back and scold Lao Dao.

At this moment, a group of men in black came from a distance.

The leader was a thin man, about thirty years old, with a sinister face, and he should be a big bastard.

He was followed by seven or eight men in crisp suits and sunglasses at night, each carrying a briefcase or suitcase.

They raised their heads and chests, and their aura was full of grandeur.

This scene made many people stunned, if they came to worship, they would be too late?

Hearing the news, the security team of the Nanjia family rushed over and stopped these people.

One of the security guards pointed at them and said angrily: "It's them, they were the ones who broke into the curfew just now, get away!"

The security guards glared angrily and were about to make a move.

The thin man led by him turned his head slightly, and smiled at the male Zhendong: "It was the old man Zhao who asked the contemptible people to come to worship the eldest prince, Nan Ershao, it's convenient, right?"

As soon as they heard this, the security guards didn't dare to move, and they all looked at Nan Zhendong.

Nan Zhendong didn't speak, but looked at the old man.

When it comes to Old Man Zhao, then the matter has to rise to another level, although he is the leader of the Nan family's group, but the foundation is weak after all, and there are some things that still have to be decided by the old man.

Old Man Nan's face was ugly, and the corners of his mouth trembled several times before he said, "Old Man Zhao is not dead yet?"

That tone is really wishing for people to die, and it is definitely not a joke between elderly friends.

The little man didn't care, and smiled: "Old man Nan is joking, my old man has a five-kilometer cross-country in the morning, noon and evening, and his body is not too good!"

The corners of Old Man Nan's mouth twitched, and he was very unhappy when he heard that his old opponent was alive and well!

Nan Zhendong probably knew what the old man meant, waved his hand, and motioned for the security guard to give way.

The security guards got out of the way, but they didn't leave, still standing by in place, and they were afraid that these guys would make trouble.

The people in black walked over, first politely with the two masters, and then came to the front of the mourning hall.

Among them, Xu Le noticed that a guy with an equally thin body broke away from the team and stood aside.

"Wang!"

A dog barked suddenly, resounding through the mourning hall.

The Nan family was stunned.

Following the sound, it turned out to be a puppy running out of the suitcase and walking back and forth on the mourning hall.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces changed.

The first seven cats and dogs came to power, this is no longer a matter of respecting the dead, I am afraid, I am afraid, there will be more terrible things!

The little man in the lead finally reacted at this time, and only after screaming "oops" did he say angrily: "Who took the wrong box! Hurry up and catch Lao Tzu!"

The men in the suits pressed the puppy back with all their hands and feet.

The little man was about to open the second briefcase.

At this moment, a sigh reached everyone's ears.

"Hey......"

The voice came from behind the white cloth.