In order to move into the new home as soon as possible, Mr. Han instructed Dai Meng to buy five air purifiers, three of which surrounded her Simmons bed, and she was reluctant to inhale more formaldehyde.

Within a week, Mr. Han even found a formaldehyde company to do more than 20 tests at home, and the formaldehyde companies were a little unbearable to make this money.

It is also a small area with a little paint, and those newly purchased furniture are also formaldehyde-free.

Even if it really tastes a little, it won't get in the way if you smoke it.

So afraid of death, don't live in this dangerous building.

Compared with formaldehyde poisoning, the risk of being crushed to death by a collapsed building is much higher.

At midnight.

A gloomy cemetery.

A young man and woman weave through it, looking for a kowtow partner.

Mr. Han was dressed in cool black, carrying a trillion in his left hand and a fragrant car beauty in his right hand, full of sincerity.

"Haven't found it yet?" Mr. Han's delicate body was tight.

After going back and forth for almost half an hour, Mr. Han was under too much pressure.

"It's coming." Zhang Ruoyu gathered his breath and frowned. "I haven't been here for ten years, and things have long been wrong, give me some more time."

"Even if there is a renovation here, the mausoleum layout will definitely not move." Mr. Han was a little unhappy with the fright. "Have you been here yet? Can't even find your parents' grave anywhere? ”

"The last time I came was 10 years ago, 10 years of ups and downs, how many joys, sorrows and sorrows have I experienced? How many things are hidden in my heart? Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. Isn't it strange that I can't remember the exact location? ”

Mr. Han twitched the corners of his mouth and leaned closer to Brother Zhang, a little afraid that he would be taken by a good man, so he dragged himself down as a ghost bride.

"Finally let me find it!"

Zhang Ruoyu's body was shocked, and he strode towards a corner.

"Hey, Brother Zhang is waiting for me!" Mr. Han followed closely behind, his little face pale.

The two came to a conjoined tombstone, because it was too dark, Mr. Han turned on his mobile phone and illuminated a radius of half a meter.

On the tombstone, ten big characters are written.

On the left, is Zhang Ruoyu's father, and on the right, is Zhang Ruoyu's mother.

In addition, there is no superfluity on the tombstone, not even a name, and it does not indicate who paid for the tombstone...

"Twenty years." Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes stared deeply at the tombstone, and said word by word. "Do you know how I've spent the past 20 years?"

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became tense!

"Mom, Dad!"

Poof!

Xue Bao simply knelt in front of the tombstone, with a crying voice, and squeezed out two tears: "My daughter-in-law has come to see you two old people!" ”

Then he began to burn paper money, luxury cars, and handsome guys and beauties.

The paper figures are all customized according to the mold of the popular top in the entertainment industry, which is absolutely in line with aesthetics.

Zhang Ruoyu saw that Mr. Han was in a state in seconds, and was a little dumbfounded for a while.

This girl is Qu Cai, the president of the iceberg.

Smack.

Zhang Ruoyu lit three cigarettes, bowed, put two on the left and right, held one in his own mouth, and squatted aside to assist Xuebao in burning gold ingots.

While crying and mourning, Mr. Han chattered: "Don't worry, you two elders, with me for a day, the incense of the Zhang family will not be broken!" I dare not say more, three or five must be arranged! ”

Zhang Ruoyu quietly burned money and smoked, and did not disturb Mr. Han's interest.

He actually wanted to tell Mr. Han that under the tombstone, it was actually empty.

It doesn't matter if it's my mother's or my father's body, I haven't found it, and what is stuffed in the urn is my mother's set of cosmetics and a few of my father's underwear.

Her crying and mourning so immersively may not be heard by the two old people.

Bang bang bang!

Mr. Han kowtowed three times sonorously, and his forehead was a little red.

Then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said loudly: "Dad, Mom, your second elder is really living here, what is lacking below, give Brother Zhang a dream at any time, what Brother Zhang can do, I will do it, and if Brother Zhang can't do it, I will do it!" ”

After crying and mourning, after burning handsome guys and beauties, Mr. Han stood up and bowed deeply.

"Brother Zhang, don't you knock one?" Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang, who was smoking silently.

"I've already stumbled in my heart." Zhang Ruoyu snuffed out the cigarette.

"Oh." Mr. Han is not reluctant to Brother Zhang.

I haven't come to worship for ten years.

Brother Zhang must be very sad in his heart, so Mr. Han will not sprinkle salt on his knife.

chattering in front of the tombstone for a while, Mr. Han couldn't help asking, "Why didn't our parents even engrave their names?" ”

"One is called Ma Xiuling, and the other is Zhang Guoqing." Zhang Ruoyu told Xue Bao the name of his father and mother, and said lightly. "They may have confessed something before they died."

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows: "Zhang Ruoyu's father and mother are actually quite charming, and in so many tombstones, they are also very explosive, which is unique." ”

"Let's go, it's scary here." Zhang Ruoyu's eyes fluttered, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he kept looking behind Mr. Han.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Han's scalp was numb, and his delicate body trembled for a while. "What do you see?"

"It's as if a shadow has flashed by." Zhang Ruoyu rubbed his head. "I don't know if I've been absorbing too much formaldehyde recently and hallucinating."

Mr. Han was frightened.

grabbed Brother Zhang's arm and said in a trembling voice: "Go, hurry up." ”

Zhang Ruoyu pursed his lips and helped Mr. Han, who was obviously a little weak-legged, out of the cemetery.

got into the car, Mr. Han immediately used Bluetooth to put on "Into the New Era" to ward off evil spirits.

Brother Zhang started the car and glanced at Mr. Han: "Mr. Han, your body has entered a new era, but your thoughts are still stuck in the old society." ”

"Nonsense, my father-in-law is the holder of the Dragon Soul Order and a national hero. What happened to me when I put on a song to remember my father-in-law? Mr. Han said stiffly.

"My mother is full of poisons, and every day she is either in a mahjong parlor or in an underground gambling house, do you want to put a song to remember?" Brother Zhang's mood was not sad.

It's been 20 years, and Brother Zhang has already let go.

After listening to the song, Mr. Han washed his soul, and after contemplating for a long time, he gave his mother-in-law a theme song of the invincible battle of the old boys: "Superstar in Troubled Times".

With the energetic music, Mr. Han opened the car window and let the wind blow on his face, and the atmosphere was high.

In my mind, the image of my mother-in-law who is heroic and gambling on her net worth came out.