Broken porcelain on the ground.

The mage knocked on the magic weapon and hummed lyrics that were not in tune.

Ren Qiqi's eyes were red and swollen when she cried. Seeing the Ren family rushing towards him with a fierce momentum, she subconsciously shrank toward Chen Mange.

Momo hugged her behind her, and Chen Mange looked at Lu Zi'an.

"Who asked you to smash it?" A tall young man rushed over with a fierce look, staring at the broken porcelain on the ground and said angrily: "Who are you?"

Looking at him calmly, Ying Xuan said coldly: "I, Ying Xuan."

Me, Yingxuan, transfer money?

Pooh!

"Ren Bo, what are you doing? You're scared Qiqi when you haven't seen it." A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and waved to Ren Qiqi: "Qiqi, come here, uncle."

Ren Qiqi bit his lip and stuffed his head behind Chen Mange.

This little guy really thinks he is an ostrich?

If you bury your head in the sand, you can’t see anything?

Lu Zi'an gently patted her shoulder to show comfort, and looked at them calmly: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it when Mr. Ren is buried in the ground."

The mage nodded repeatedly: "It's going to rain soon..."

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road, and it will be even more difficult to walk if it rains.

But if you really let it go like this and everyone is buried, it will be too late for them to say something else...

Uncle Ren's face looked a little ugly, but he still took a few steps forward with a calm mind, stretched out his hand to Lu Zi'an and said, "Hello, Mr. Lu, I am Qiqi's Uncle."

But before he spoke, Lu Zian bent down and picked up Ren Qiqi directly. After standing up straight, he just nodded: "Hello."

With a distant attitude and holding someone in his hand, it is obvious that it is impossible to shake hands with him again.

Uncle Ren's hand stretched out paused in the air, but he reluctantly smiled and took it back: "Qiqi, you are so old, you still have to hug me, hurry up, come down and go by yourself."

Ren Qiqi, who hugged Lu Zi'an's neck tightly, gave no response.

The atmosphere was very awkward, but Lu Zian seemed to have not felt it, and his expression was calm: "Continue."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

Fireworks are flying in the sky, firecrackers are shaking the sky.

Ren Bo also wanted to come forward to stop him, but Lu Zi'an's eyes swept over him flat. Although he didn't have any anger, he felt his heart cold for no reason.

this……

Why do I feel my calves a little weak...

While hesitated, Lu Zian had already walked up the mountain with Ren Qiqi in his arms.

Someone took the mourning filial piety from the house and took it out. Each person divided it into one, and some even wore mourning clothes directly, crying heartbrokenly.

The road is not wide, it is full of gravel and pebbles. The soles of your feet will feel a little tingling after walking for a long time.

Following everyone numbly, Chen Mange listened to the sorrow and joy, but there was no sense of reality at all.

Why...just die like this?

This was once again when she was so close to death, except for the grief, her heart was desolate.

People die like lamps extinguishing.

Everything disappeared with the cessation of breathing.

No matter how much I miss the world, I will eventually turn into a piece of loess in the deep mountains.

Their mourning clothes were thrown on the ground and would be disposed of together.

Watch them put the urn in and cover it with soil.

Mr. Ren, who insists on the silver filament craftsmanship, just disappeared.

Chen Mange felt so nervous that he was swept across everyone in a daze.

Why are these people so annoyed? They cry so fakely!

They are all dead. If they are so sad, why did they go?

Ren Qiqi's throat was hoarse, and she reached out to hug her. The little girl lay on her shoulder like a kitten, sobbing.

Twitch from time to time, crying and hiccups.

Gently stroking her back, Chen Mange raised his head and listened to the sound of bamboo, and before he knew it, he was already bursting into tears.

When he went down the mountain, Ren Qiqi fell asleep. Ying Xuan carried her on his back, Chen Mange followed behind him to protect him, and his steps staggered.

Lu Zi'an held her halfway and couldn't help looking back when he walked to the corner.

A desolate place is the return of the respectable old man.

Things in the world are a big dream, life is a cool autumn...

He turned his head and sighed softly.

After returning to the house, the mages also silently packed their things: "We will come again in three days."

The first seven.

It is an old custom that the first seventh time I went home to see my relatives, and then I went to the underworld road to be punished.

Will Mr. Ren really come back?

Everyone didn't say anything, Ying Xuan paid the money and sent them away from afar.

The Ren family, who have been standing in the yard, look at me and I look at you, looking at you quite hesitant.

Maybe they were curious about what they wanted to do, but the villagers didn't leave, and they dragged a bench outside and sat outside to eat melon seeds.

They didn't say anything, so Lu Zian was naturally too lazy to bother with it. He took a sip of tea and said, "Is Qiqi sleeping?"

"Well, put her on the bed." Chen Mange put his head on the table with his hands, feeling a little sleepy.

After struggling for several days and nights, the environment was too noisy and she didn't sleep much.

Now the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and she couldn't hold on to her tiredness.

"Go in and sleep for a while." Lu Zian touched her head: "We will leave when we wake up."

Chen Mange stood up in a daze, unable to open his eyes, but he was still thinking: "What about you?"

"I'll go to bed later." Lu Zi'an took a sip of tea. Most of the cup was filled with soaked tea leaves, and it was like a yellow lotus in his mouth.

The taste is terrible, but it does refresh.

Ying Xuan just happened to come back, and Uncle Ren stopped him: "Oh, Mr. Xiao Ying, wait a moment."

"What are you doing?" Ying Xuan is really tired. He has been kneeling and worshiping these days, relying on his willpower to hold on. Now he relaxes and wants to lie down on the ground and sleep.

In addition, he had no good feelings for the Ren family, so his tone should be as cold as possible.

"Ah, that's it. We want to talk to Mr. Lu about this ruins of my second uncle..."

It's true!

The indescribable annoyance made Ying Xuan roll his eyes on the spot, raising his hand and shook his hand and said angrily: "Now, let's talk to me about the inheritance? I know that the tea is cold, but isn't it too ugly for you to eat so impatiently?"

Although he is not as good as Lu Zi'angao, he is not a joke about carving all year round and having a tendon flesh, especially because he is not sleepy and has an impatient look, which looks very intimidating.

I didn't expect that when I saw a young man with a good temper, he got angry so scary.

Uncle Ren's face looked ugly, but thinking about their background, he didn't dare to turn against each other on the spot: "Ah, you misunderstood, I want to say the last words! My second uncle's last words! Regarding the silver silk skill, my second uncle has always wanted to find a successor... I heard that he had been thinking about it before he passed away, so we thought about it and let Xiaobo learn it and truly pass on this skill, so that it would be enough to make the second uncle feel at ease in the nine springs..."

Why?

That's right...

Ying Xuan frowned and looked at Ren Bo. He was tall and big. Although he looked stupid, he...

"I can't make the decision on this matter. Please wait, I'll ask my master." After saying that, he turned his face and left, without any interest in talking nonsense to them.

The villagers around whispered, and from time to time they cut the Ren family standing outside with their eyes and knife.

It turns out that I have sent Mr. Ren to see him off these days, but he has a pretty big background?

Otherwise, I'd never seen the Ren family be so kind...

Especially Ren Bo, he is usually a mess, alas.

When he entered the room, Ying Xuan told Lu Zi'an directly, and said hesitantly: "Master..."

Lu Zi'an lowered his eyes and gently tapped his fingertips on the table.

Knowing that the master was thinking, Ying Xuan closed his mouth and looked at him with a gaze.

After thinking for a while, Lu Zian stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

He didn't want the group of people to come in, so as not to wake up Chen Mange and Ren Qiqi.

While everyone was waiting anxiously, Lu Zian's figure finally appeared in his sight again.
To be continued...