This girl's face is so familiar......

Some far-reaching memories broke through the ground, like Teng Man, who was entangled with her, Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the mirror in horror, and grabbed her neck with both hands, feeling that she couldn't breathe.

But the little girl in the mirror was still looking at her and smiling.

Those eyes were scarlet, and two tears of blood flowed.

Luo Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she wanted to escape, but her body seemed to be frozen and she couldn't move at all.

She opened her mouth to cry out for help, but her throat was pinched by herself, and she couldn't make any sound at all.

She could only plead weakly, in a whisper: "I was wrong, please, let me ......"

But instead of lessening the force, it worsened.

I only heard a 'click', and Luo Xiaoxiao's neck was broken.

She sat on the bathroom floor with her eyes stared, the horror on her face unabated, but the person was no longer breathing.

At twelve o'clock, Yan Zhen suddenly opened her eyes and felt that something was saying goodbye to her.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, and there was an unread message on the screen, which was sent to her by the guilty.

"I sent that little shadow corpse away! Tell you a word, so that you don't have to worry about it. ”

Yan Zhen replied with an 'oh', dropped the phone, and closed his eyes again.

As if nothing had happened, he shrank into Fu Yan's arms, hugged him and continued to sleep.

Fu Yan's sleep was very light.

The person in his arms moved slightly, and he woke up.

Watching her finish replying to the message and burrowing into his arms, his heart warmed, his hand holding her tightened, and kissed her on the forehead, and the two hugged each other and continued to sleep.

When Yan Zhen got up the next day, Fu Yan had already come out of the gym, he seemed to have just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet, and he leaned over and pinched the tip of Yan Zhen's nose.

He said: "I may not be able to go to the company today. ”

Yan Zhen was puzzled: "Why?" Aren't you busy? ”

Fu Yan wiped his hair with a towel: "Old man Xu passed away, what happened last night." ”

Xu Lao? Yan Zhen suddenly remembered that kind face, and his heart was shocked.

No, something is wrong......

Yan Zhen suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rushed out without saying a word, rushed to the door She seemed to remember something, hurriedly turned back to the bathroom and hurriedly washed up, went to the cloakroom to change into a black cheongsam, and rushed out of the door without saying anything.

Fu Yan followed and grabbed her: "I'll send you there, there are no more people, and it's too late to go as quickly as possible, so don't worry, if you are sad, cry." ”

Yan Zhen was indeed very sad in his heart.

Xu Lao is his grandfather's old comrade-in-arms.

They have lived and died together, and in him, Yan Zhen can always see a temperament similar to his grandfather.

When Yan Zhen arrived at Xu's house, there was a cry in the manor, the servants were busy with their feet not touching the ground, and the housekeeper saw Fu Yan and Yan Zhen coming, so he hurriedly invited them in.

Xu Lao's body was placed in the center of the ancestral hall.

Xu Tianjiao and Xu Lao's sons were kneeling in front of them at this moment, and the grief on their faces was indescribable.

When Mrs. Xu saw Yan Zhen coming, she immediately knelt down towards her: "Miss Yan, I heard that you can talk to the deceased, please, let me see him again, let me talk to him again, okay?" Please......"

The sudden death of her husband made it difficult for Mrs. Xu to accept.

Yan Zhen looked at the old man's black lips, and briefly checked his palms and nails.

She comforted Mrs. Xu and said, "The old man has left, if you want to see him, you can only wait for the soul day." ”

"Soul Day?" Mrs. Xu asked, "Is it seven days later?" ”

Yan Zhen nodded, and Mrs. Xu's sons all looked at Yan Zhen.

I didn't believe her words very much, but when they saw their mother so sad and regarded the Soul Day as the last ray of comfort, they all shut up one by one.

As long as the mother can be comforted, even if it is a lie!

Xu Lao just left, suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of such a day for a long time, so he wrote his will early.

The old man was fair, he left a share of his property to his wife, and the rest was divided equally among his children.

The deceased is the biggest, and there is Mrs. Xu in town, even if some people think it is unfair, they dare not make a public fuss.

Because Mrs. Xu still has a will in her hand, which was written to her by the old man alone.

If any of the children is dissatisfied with their share of the inheritance, they will have all their inheritance repossessed and their inheritance rights will be forgiven.

Now it seems that this suicide note is not needed, at least not for now.

The Xu family quickly held a funeral, and famous people in Gusu came.

Several old men looked at Xu Lao's tombstone without saying a word, and they were silent and did not speak, but their eyes were red.

When he went back, Fu Lao took the initiative to talk to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen listened politely, asking and answering.

Maybe it was Xu Lao's death that reminded Fu Lao of Grandpa Yan Zhen's entrustment before his death, or maybe he also thought about it during this time and was relieved of his son's death.

In short, no matter what Fu Lao does or what his attitude towards Yan Zhen is, Yan Zhen can understand.

Xu Lao's death made Fu Lao change a lot, became taciturn, and always liked to recall the past.

Yan Zhen likes to accompany him when he is free, listen to him, and help him to rest when he is tired, and he doesn't go to Yunshuizhai anymore.

On the Fu Group's side, Fu Yan opened an office for Yan Zhen.

But half a month has passed, but Yan Zhen has never been here once, chatting with the old man every day, drinking tea and playing chess.

He didn't have to go home every time he got off work, he went directly to the old man's place to eat.

I didn't dare to complain at all, I didn't even dare to ask, and I didn't dare to mention it.

That night, Yan Zhen took advantage of the old man's good mood and asked, "Grandpa, have you ever seen that string of beads?" My grandfather said it was given to him by his grandmother, and he was a baby! It's a pity that he lost it. ”

Yan Zhen didn't just mention the string of jade Buddha beads before.

Every time he mentioned it, the old man's words would become fewer, and he would change the topic after a few words of casual response.

This time, yes, as soon as Yan Zhen finished speaking, the old man turned his head and asked the housekeeper to change the tea leaves, and then pulled the topic to the tea leaves.

Yan Zhen had already seen through the old man's measurements, and knew that he didn't want to mention it.

Yan Zhen had fulfilled his wish several times before, but this time he didn't want to.

She continued to ask, "Grandpa, I heard that you spent money to buy that string of beads, so is that bead here for you?" Can you show me this? ”

"It's inconvenient."

The old man finally answered this question face to face: "Yan Zhen! The beads weren't your grandfather's, they were mine. ”

"I know, you paid for it, that's your stuff."

It was the first time for Yan Zhen to see the old man protect something like this.

She knew that the beads were not cheap to buy, so she hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I also like the beads, are you willing to sell them?" How much did you spend on it, I'll add a little more, can you sell it to me? ”

(End of chapter)