Su Bao looked at Su Hewen, surprised.

Why does my brother still want to go out at night?

"There are many taboos on the Ghost Festival!" Su Bao counted them on his fingers: "It's best not to go out at night, but if you go out, you can't yell other people's names to avoid being remembered by 'good brothers'."

"Second, you cannot wear clothes with your own name embroidered on them."

"Third, don't tap others on the shoulder. If someone taps you on the shoulder, don't look back. If you hear someone calling you from behind, don't answer."

Da Touhan interrupted: "If I don't look back, I'll just jump up like a zombie and turn around, scaring the ghost to death, okay?"

Su Bao gave a thumbs up: "Sister, you are awesome!"

Su Hewen sneered: "You will be scared to death by ghosts."

After a pause, he suddenly thought of the extremely long reflex arcs of the two siblings, Su Zixi and Hanhan.

Forget it, even if they suddenly turned around and saw the ghost, the two of them would probably have stood there calmly, staring at the ghost.

When ghosts come, I have to roll my eyes and go back.

"Then what?" Su He asked.

Su Bao continued: "Don't wear red underwear and sit where you shouldn't."

Su Hewen quickly asked: "For example?"

Su Bao: "Like other people's graves!"

As he spoke, he took a big bite of the duck leg.

The duck legs made by grandma are delicious!

Su Hewen muttered: "Who would sit on someone else's grave..."

But Hanhan opened his mouth blankly.

She was tired from playing today and seemed to be sitting on a rock.

That, that doesn't seem to be someone else's grave...

Da Touhan quickly and quietly pulled up her pants - luckily, she was not wearing red underwear.

"Then what?" she asked.

"Then don't take pictures, be careful as you will take pictures of the ghosts outside, and they will follow you back!"

"Don't steal the best food, compete with ghosts for food, and bring bad luck."

"Don't step on it or burn it randomly..."

"don't want……"

…

Su Bao said a lot.

Su Hewen couldn't help but be speechless. He had no idea there were so many other explanations.

Hanhan has a headache, there are so many, who can remember them?

**

On the other side, the Wang family was also eating, but the atmosphere was extremely gloomy.

After hearing this, the old man of the Wang family did not decide on the cemetery. His lips were so long that he could almost hang two kilograms of pork.

Wang Jiajia couldn't eat anymore, so she put down her bowl and chopsticks and said, "Dad, don't think too much, it's not uncertain..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand: "Hey, why are you saying this? If you don't mention it, don't mention it!"

After saying that, he said to himself: "I don't have a few days left. If I die, I will die. After death, everything is in vain. The most important thing is that you still have to live a good life. It doesn't matter to me. You can just find a place."

Just bury me."

Wang Jiajia was speechless for a moment.

Originally, no one would discuss this kind of thing. Which family would discuss which cemetery to buy when their loved one is about to die of illness?

After all, the old man didn't come back with a cemetery flyer one day.

To put it nicely, it means that the family tradition is open, not taboo about life and death, and takes everything lightly.

But is this really the case?

Wang Jiajia felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

The old man put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm full, you can eat slowly."

After saying that, he stood up shakily and went back to his room.

When the door to the room was closed, Wang Yiguang completely exploded.

"Sister, look at you, why do you make dad so uncomfortable? Dad is so old and I don't know how long he will be. Can't you just follow him?"

"Yes, I have no ability. I earn four thousand yuan a month, and I don't even have the money to buy a cemetery for dad! If I had, I would have fulfilled dad's wish immediately without saying a word."

"Look at you again, you are too selfish."

After Wang Yiguang finished speaking, he threw down the bowls and chopsticks and went back to the room.

Wang Jiajia originally pursed her lips and tried her best to endure it.

I couldn't help it now, tears fell down.

Is she wrong?

Is it really wrong for her to care so much?

The old lady sighed: "Oh... Jiajia, don't take it to heart, your father is like this."
Chapter completed!