You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"..."

Jiang Qiyu took another look at the assistant with teary glands, gritted her teeth and decided to do things alone.

While the old man shouted in shock and anger, he supported the grave with both hands.

"that......"

While slowly getting up and revealing his head from behind the grave, he said apologetically:

"Grandpa, I'm really sorry—"

"what!!!"

She hadn't finished apologizing when she heard the old man who was just getting old suddenly let out an angry shout.

Immediately, the whole person stood up vigorously from the wheelchair.

In the blink of an eye, "噗噢噐" backed up three steps away.

And after his snappy movements, he may have accidentally touched the loudspeaker button of the phone that he had dialed quietly just now.

An anxious voice came from the mobile phone that was left on the wheelchair:

"Master! What's the matter, master?! Have you encountered any danger, master?!"

"..."

The old man didn't answer, but just stared at the head protruding from the grave with a sullen face.

"..."

And Jiang Qiyu didn't dare to move anymore.

She only had time to show her head, but she was frightened by the old man's excessive reaction, and could only maintain this movement with her body up and down.

"..."

"..."

"Ugh..."

The two stalemate for a while, and in the end it was Yu Xiaoyu's suppressed crying that was still immersed in the touching father-daughter relationship, which broke the almost stagnant atmosphere.

"you......"

"you......"

An old man and a young man spoke at the same time, Jiang Qiyu felt ignorant, so she smiled politely and gestured for the old man to speak first.

But the old man whose eyes were staring like copper bells suddenly changed when he saw her shy smile.

The voice on the other side of the phone is still shouting, it seems to be struggling to hurry:

"Master! Hang in there, sir! M-Master--"

"Old Zhao..."

The old man stared intently at the head on the grave, and said with a blank expression:

"I seem to have seen the late mood..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the person on the phone shouted even more heartbreakingly:

"What?!! Master is hallucinating, master!!! Master, hold on for a while, don't sleep!!! Old——"

"Fuck!"

The old man who seemed to be in high spirits was no longer on guard at this moment, he frowned slightly and suddenly gave birth to a sense of majesty.

"Please keep your voice down, don't scare Wanyi."

While speaking, he still stared unblinkingly at Jiang Qiyu who was getting up slowly, with a firm tone:

"Yes! It's late meaning!"

His eyes suddenly brightened, he stepped forward instead of retreating, and tried to take two steps forward, trying to squeeze out a smile from that majestic face:

"Lovely, you too, if you want to dream with your brother, why don't you come up here in broad daylight..."

As he said that, he smiled at Jiang Qiyu with a little embarrassment, and muttered softly:

"This girl... was so disobedient before, why is she really here now..."

After finally standing up while holding onto the head of the grave, Jiang Qiyu patted the ashes on her hands in a daze, and looked across the grave from the old man who was talking to himself.

"..."

She knew every word that the old man said separately, but why couldn't she understand all the words together?

After a moment of silence, she still decided to slip on her knees and apologize before saying:

"That, old—"

"do not move!"

It's just that the old man still didn't let her finish speaking. Seeing that she was about to come out from behind the grave, he immediately waved his hands and shouted:

"Dad didn't mean that, what Dad meant...you, here you are..."

Jiang Qiyu frowned slightly in doubt, but still nodded in response:

"Come, come..."

"...Are you here empty-handed?"

"Eh... came in a hurry, in a hurry..."

"Be busy, be busy... Then what, it's hard to come here, and go back without bringing something?"

"..."

Facing the overly polite family of the grave owner, Jiang Qiyu waved her hands embarrassingly:

"No, can't you?"

It's not good to eat and take, right?

The two of you came and I said a few words to the chicken and the duck, the old man nodded and asked again:

"Is there enough money there?"

"return......"

Just as Jiang Qiyu was about to nod her head and say it was okay, she heard the old man's next sentence:

"Do I need to send you a few more trillions?"

"???"

She was stunned by the few trillion words, and immediately realized that the old man in front of her might have some cognitive problems.

Just about to go around the grave and explain it to the old man.

Just after taking two steps, there was the sound of messy but fast footsteps in the distance.

And the roar that resounded through the mountains and forests from far and near:

"Old-father! Old-chen-come-late-later!!!"

Before Jiang Qiyu could react, she saw a group of men in black scrambling to be the first to come galloping from the only path up the mountain.

Running at the forefront was a middle-aged man in a gray suit and uniform, which was clearly different from the other men in black.

That heart-piercing call also came from his mouth.

I saw that group of people came to the front very quickly, they couldn't help but swarmed up, and surrounded the frowning old man in the middle.

The middle-aged man in the gray suit kept panting heavily, looking at the old man in front of him in shock:

"Master, are you okay? Didn't you get hurt anywhere? Are you dizzy?"

However, the old man who was surrounded by a human wall didn't appreciate it very much, and pulled the man in black standing in front of him with a dissatisfied expression:

"Get up, don't block me from watching Wanyi!"

After pulling and pulling several times to no avail, I tried to poke my head out through the gap between the two bodyguards:

"Nice! Since you're here, don't rush away! I'll ask your brother and your sister-in-law to come! And your nephews, let's have a family reunion—don't get in my way!"

"Master, this..."

After confirming that the old man was unharmed, the middle-aged man had no time to spare.

Following his line of sight puzzledly, he looked at the figure who slowly walked out from behind the grave with an apologetic expression on his face...

"Small, small, small...Miss?!! You you you you..."

The man was dumbfounded, unable to speak well.

When things got to this point, Jiang Qiyu could only bite the bullet and step forward.

"you......"

Although she didn't know what they were talking about, but adhering to the concept of reaching out and not hitting people with smiling faces, she still tried her best to squeeze out a friendly smile:

"it is good?"

But facing her greeting, the middle-aged man's face looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened and he slowly opened his mouth:

"Ah-uh..."

It's just that before he could scream out in surprise, the old man beside him who had predicted it and was agile covered his mouth.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Don't yell!"

The old and vigorous old man tightly covered half of his face, and said harshly:

"I'll scare Wanyi away later, I can't spare you!"

"Mmmmm..."

The middle-aged man whose mouth was covered gradually calmed down.

But when he regained his senses, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the young lady's grave again.

Only to find that... person standing by the tombstone with a forced smile on his face?

It seems that it is not the lady who has been dead for many years.

It shouldn't be the lady who has been dead for many years!