embarrassment for man and wife

Shiro... Xie Junnan?

Zhuo Hua lowered his eyelids in a daze.

This vague figure, familiar name, who is this person?Why do I always feel that I should know him, but I can't remember who he is?How is this going?

Zhuo Hua couldn't figure it out, his head was knotted and he still couldn't figure it out.

The situation in front of him has not dissipated, Zhuohua is still trapped in his uncle's mansion, except for his own face, everyone and everything here are hazy to him.

This situation seems to have lasted for a long time. Day after day, he was wandering in every corner of the mansion, watching everyone's busyness, listening to their gossip, looking at his uncle who was busy all day long, and his parents. With their depressed and bereaved appearance, Zhuohua always wanted to do something, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't do anything.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in the mansion suddenly changed, plain cloth was hung everywhere, Zhuohua wandered in it, opened his eyes wide, only to find that the hall had been decorated as a mourning hall, and on the mourning hall was written that he, Li Shizhuohua's son The spiritual position, the seven big characters came into his eyes, and Zhuohua's heart suddenly tightened immediately, and his whole body tensed up. Even though he couldn't believe that he was dead, at this moment, Zhuohua had to admit it Well, they are indeed completely out of touch with their world, and they don't even know that they, who have turned into souls, are above this mourning hall.

Outside the gate, people came in to worship one after another. In front of the mourning hall, there were two young children kneeling, wearing white clothes and bowing their heads, burning the paper money. Zhuohua knew that these two children were the grandsons of the third uncle and Zhuohua's descendants. It was also the third uncle who sent a special message to ask them to come here to act as dutiful sons for Zhuo Hua. According to their seniority, the two of them had to call Zhuo Hua and the others uncles.

Watching the two children kneeling in front of his mourning hall and burning paper money for himself earnestly, Zhuohua couldn't tell what it was like to be entangled in his heart. When he came to the mourning hall, he looked at the coffin parked there, Zhuo Hua looked complicated, and looked at himself in the coffin again.

The self inside, apart from his pale face, does not show any abnormality, that quiet appearance, as if he is just asleep, and the clothes he has changed are very luxurious, but it is a pity... the self inside is not really fell asleep...

His eyes moved to his lower abdomen, and Zhuohua stared at it for a long time. He had never had the courage before, but now, thinking of being buried in a coffin by them, Zhuohua felt pain in his heart. He finally stretched out his hand... He touched his lower abdomen, there was his baby who was just over a month old...

"Sister, slow down."

Outside the mourning hall, my uncle's voice was heard, Zhuo Hua just turned his head, and saw his uncle helping his mother, Mrs. Chen, come over.

Mrs. Chen has cried too much recently, and her eyes have been red and swollen from crying. Now that she is here, when she sees the coffin that is parked, Mrs. Chen can't hold back. She leans on the side of the coffin and starts crying again. His movements obviously froze. He originally wanted to persuade Chen Shi again, but... After secretly tightening his hand, the uncle just took it back and let Chen Shi vent on the edge of the coffin.

In the past, Zhuohua just thought that "sending someone to give away a black-haired person" was just a matter of one sentence, but now Zhuohua realizes that this is more than just a sentence, it is a pain to the skin, a pain to gouge the heart .

Chen's crying was almost uncontrollable, Zhuo Hua's face was covered with water, facing Chen's at this moment, he couldn't even say a word of comfort.

There were people outside who came to pay respects, and they all followed the housekeeper into the mourning hall solemnly. Zhuohua listened to the commotion over there, but his eyes kept on Mrs. Chen until a doorman announced loudly: "Yan Zixu arrive--!".Zhuo Hua shuddered all over, and suddenly turned his head to look outside the mourning hall.

The uncle also took a look at Chen Shi, turned his eyelids slightly, and turned to go out.

When Zhuo Hua followed his uncle to the outside of the mourning hall, he saw that Yan Zixu was wearing plain clothes, and he didn't know what expression was on his blurred face.

The uncle directly stopped him: "People from the Wu family, what are you doing here?".

Yan Zixu's voice was sincere, showing a hint of sadness: "Today is the day of Zhuohua's funeral, I... want to see him off for the last time."

(Fake benevolence and hypocrisy!!! If it weren't for you, I would have been beaten by Mrs. Wu for a while!) Zhuohua scolded instantly, but Yan Zixu and the others couldn't hear him, turned to look at his uncle, Zhuohua also forgot that his uncle couldn't hear him at all He only shouted loudly: (Uncle! Drive him out! He is not a good person! Uncle! Don’t be fooled by him!!!).

Although my uncle couldn't hear Zhuo Hua's words, but...

The uncle sneered, and suddenly he raised his hand and grabbed Yan Zixu's neck!

This move obviously frightened all the guests who came to express their condolences. At the same time, it also shocked Zhuohua, thinking that the uncle heard his own voice.

Squinting his eyes, the uncle just stared at Yan Zixu, and gritted his teeth: "Don't think that Zhuohua has mentioned your kindness to him more than once in the letter, and I will accept your love! Zhuohua doesn't understand the dirty things in your place. , but I can see clearly, if you still want to take advantage of the little friendship with Zhuohua before to come to me to act, I think you have a long life to spare!".

Yan Zixu was caught by the throat, he grabbed his uncle's hand, except for the uncomfortable crackling sound in his throat, he couldn't say anything else, although his face was blurred, but Zhuohua found that he was still She could vaguely see Yan Zixu's pain at the moment.

With a sudden force, my brother-in-law threw Yan Zixu to the ground fiercely: "Wu Linqing, that bastard, I never allowed him to take my shortcut for promotion, let alone you, although Zhuohua's letter mentioned more than once that you are against me." His care, but I found out that's not the case." Tossing his robe, the uncle sneered: "Wu Linqing is actually your son, and your care of Zhuohua before was just to separate him from Wang's relationship." The love between mother and child, when you learned that Wu Linqing had plans to marry another, you gave up on Zhuohua, and even in order to make their mother and son turn against each other, you even encouraged that old woman from the Wu family to beat Zhuohua and his father and son with sticks! Hua doesn't know me and I don't know, how dare to come to me at this moment to pretend to be hypocritical!!! ".

After talking, Yan Zixu was shocked, even Zhuo Hua was shocked, he opened his eyes wide, blankly, looking at his uncle for a while, and then at Yan Zixu for a while.

Zhuohua did mention the fact that Yan Zixu took good care of him more than once in his letter to his uncle, but afterwards, after Yan Zixu's mask was revealed, Zhuohua had no time to write to his uncle, and he couldn't even tell Let my uncle know that the reason why I got the stick that day was thanks to Yan Zixu. Zhuohua has never understood why Yan Zixu has always been so kind to him, but turned around but can treat him so well. Being so ruthless, I thought at the beginning that he was just like those people, but he was actually tired of his own birth, but...so...isn't that the case?All he did was to use himself to break away from Wu Linqing's relationship with his mother...

How did my uncle find out about these things?Could it be that when he returned to the Wu family to get his letters that hadn't been sent at all, he also thoroughly investigated the people of the Wu family along the way?But how could he find out so clearly?

Staggering to his feet, Yan Zixu did not admit what his uncle said: "I don't know where you heard these rumors, but I really treat Zhuohua with sincerity, otherwise why would I take the risk today?" At the risk of offending you, come here to pay homage to Zhuohua?"

"Enough of Yan Zixu! Although I, Wan Tuxiu, am only a soldier, I am not a reckless man!" The uncle scolded angrily, "Don't bring those measurements you use in the backyard to embarrass yourself with me!".

"Yan Zixu, you should go back."

After the guests, someone came out with a clear and cool voice, which sounded very comfortable. Zhuo Hua remembered this voice and who this person was.

It was Shiro who he couldn't remember but felt very familiar with.

Shiro stepped out from behind the crowd. Even though his face was blurred, the tall figure was still as graceful as the wind: "Wan Qixiu will not help you with the matter of the Yan family, and if you don't talk about the matter of Zhuohua, it is based on Chaogang Country." On the other hand, if Wan Tuxiu doesn't go to trouble him, he is showing mercy. If you still stay here and want to fool him, you are just asking for trouble. If you have this skill, you might as well go back and find another way."

and so……

Zhuohua became angry in an instant!

He stared at Shiro: (Why are you helping him? You know he is not a good person!).

The uncle was also displeased: "You pleaded for the people of the Wu family again and again, what kind of heart do you have?".

Shiro sighed softly: "What kind of heart do I have? Others don't understand, how can you understand?".

The uncle snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left.

Zhuohua was watching, also angrily, he even chased Shiro, asking him why he wanted to help Yan Zixu.

Shiro couldn't see Zhuohua, so naturally he couldn't hear Zhuohua's voice.

Yan Zixu left, and the surrounding guests also dispersed after offering sacrifices. Shiro sighed slightly, and walked towards the mourning hall, completely unaware that there was an invisible "person" beside him.

In the mourning hall, Chen's crying was much weaker. She was sitting beside the coffin, accompanied by her two daughters and Hong'er.

After Xie Junnan entered, he first saluted Mrs. Chen, then walked towards the coffin and looked at the people inside.

Zhuohua was still a little sullen about what happened before, seeing Shiro approaching the coffin at this moment, Zhuohua seemed angry, standing in front of the coffin with long arms, trying to stop Shiro from staring at him, but he didn't expect Shiro to go forward directly, After passing through Zhuohua's "body", he was already leaning against the side of the coffin. As soon as Zhuohua turned around abruptly, Shiro suddenly took something out of his arms, pinched "his jaw" and put it in in his mouth.

"What did you put in?" the uncle suddenly said, which startled Zhuo Hua.

"Bodhi wood" Shiro replied: "The thing taken from the golden body of the great Buddha in Xiangguo Temple is said to delay the decay of the body. I hope it can also help him reincarnate as soon as possible, so that he can cultivate blessings in the next life."

When Mrs. Chen heard this, she was obviously stunned: "The bodhi wood in Xiangguo Temple? Isn't this something that cannot be picked?".

Shiro said: "It's just a coincidence that I have some relationship with Zen Master Puguang of Xiangguo Temple, so I asked for this thing to come back."

The uncle asked him: "It's not easy to ask for this thing. Could it be that you knelt down three times and knocked on your knees before asking for it?".

Shiro just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

Zhuo Hua was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

He and this Shiro should not be in this situation, but how could this Shiro ask for this bodhi tree for himself?Kneel three times and knock nine times?is it possible?

Who is this Shiro?

Did I forget something too important?

Shiro...?Xie Junnan?Shiro?Xie Junnan?

"Thank you... Jun Nan...".

On the bedside of the squatter, the person who had been in a coma suddenly babbled, and the name he said immediately shocked the people guarding the bed: "Zhuohua? I'm here, Zhuohua? Can you hear me?" Are you there?"

"Thank you...Thank you...Jun Nan..." Zhuo Hua was still raving.

Xie Junnan was so anxious that he quickly grabbed Zhuohua's hand and held it tightly: "Zhuohua, can you hear me? I'm here, I've always been here!".

Someone came in hurriedly outside the hut, heard Xie Junnan's voice and hurried forward and asked: "Silang, how is it? But Zhuohua woke up?".

"Grandma..." Xie Junnan sighed and tried to calm down: "Not yet, but he has been raving."

Zhuohua was talking nonsense, he was trapped, and for some reason, Zhuohua was in a coma, but kept calling his name, as if he didn't recognize him, and wanted to confirm who he was.

Xie Junnan was so disturbed by him that his heart was twisted, he couldn't hold back and pulled Zhuohua tightly into his arms, but he heard Zhuohua suddenly whisper in his ear: "Bodhi... wood... Bodhi wood... you Please……".

Xie Junnan was obviously taken aback, and then seemed to remember what the bodhi wood was that Zhuohua was talking about.