One person: I am standing behind you, but the whole Wei

under the moon.

A desolate moonlight was reflected on the countryside. The breeze unique to summer kept floating in the air, and the trees on both sides of the road were rustling.

On the winding and bumpy road, there were two men and one woman walking. The leading man was about 1.87 meters tall, thin and tall, with neat and handsome hair.

Under his thick sword-like eyebrows are a pair of mysterious starry eyes, and the whole person seems to be carved by nature.

Another man had shoulder-length hair tied into a four-leaf clover shape at the back of his head, and he was carrying five or six paper figures on his shoulders...

The paint on the paper-made figure has not dried yet, as if it had just been made in a hurry.

The girl walking at the end had fair skin and beautiful looks, with ten gold rings on her delicate little hands. In her arms was a paper bag filled with small steamed buns, which she would feed into her cherry mouth from time to time, with a hint of joy between her brows.

The three people were Cao Ning and his companions who went up the mountain to worship, and this worship was proposed by Zhang Chulan...

They said there were too many people there and it was embarrassing to cry in front of the grave.

Cao Ning wanted to scalp him after hearing this, this brat...

Fortunately, the old man is not dead yet, otherwise he would have crawled out and skinned him.

Zhang Chulan gasped for breath and said weakly to the two of them:

“Huff, huff, huff…please walk slower, I really can’t hold on any longer.”

Cao Ning looked back and saw that Zhang Chulan's white short-sleeved shirt had been dyed with colorful paint, and beads of sweat were all over his forehead...

He said somewhat speechlessly:

"I told you not to buy these paper figures, but you insisted on buying them. Not only did you buy them...but you even ordered them custom-made from the merchant."

After lunch in the afternoon, Zhang Chulan insisted on dragging Cao Ning to the store to buy paper shoes and figures.

After looking around for a long time, I was not satisfied, so I had to customize one...

The inside is made of solid bamboo and wood, each weighing at least 40 to 50 kilograms...

Zhang Chulan touched the sweat on his forehead with difficulty, and said breathlessly:

"You've been filial to Grandpa, repairing his grave and building a nightclub for him... If I don't build something, won't it seem like I'm unfilial?"

Cao Ning said speechlessly:

"So, you hired a group of people to mourn for you at the foot of the mountain?"

This immediately woke up Zhang Chulan, as if he hadn't heard the sound of mourning for a long time. He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call, cursing:

"What are you doing? I called you here to mourn, not to sleep at the foot of the mountain!"

After I hung up the phone angrily, I heard a vague cry:

"Master...you died miserably? I, Zhang Chulan, am here to see you!"

"Grandpa, I, Zhang Chulan, miss you so much!"

"Wow, wow, wow... your filial grandson Zhang Chulan is here to pay tribute to you! My lovely grandpa!"

"My poor grandpa, goodbye!"

......

Cao Ning heard these cries and screams, and was suddenly a little amused and cried, it was really too filial...

It's really powerful!

If the old man knew about this, he would not give him two beatings. No one would cry like this.

Zhang Chulan put the paper figure on his back on the ground, sat down on the ground and said:

"Sister Baoer, can you help me quickly? This is a paper figurine I'm burning for Grandpa!"

Feng Baobao looked indifferent and said in a Sichuan accent:

"Zhang Chulan, do your own thing."

As she said this, she swayed her hips and walked happily towards the cemetery. Cao Ning shook his head and followed her...

Zhang Chulan looked at the two figures in front of him and was stunned...

I am not your biological brother anymore!

How can you be a brother or sister like this!

He twisted his aching neck, looked at the paper figurine on the ground, gritted his teeth and put it on his back again...

He was supported by a strong belief in his heart that he must let his grandfather taste this fresh paper figurine!

As it approached ten o'clock, the moonlit night became more alluring, and the moonlight sprinkled on the three of them. The entire mausoleum seemed extremely quiet, with only the rustling sounds of birds chirping and shouting coming from the bushes.

Zhang Chulan struggled to put the paper man on the ground, looked at the two people in front of him with resentment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was so tired that he was about to collapse.

The flames gradually rose, and the paper figurine was instantly submerged in the flames. Zhang Chulan knelt down, bent over, and cried out:

"My goodness! Your filial son and grandson Zhang Chulan will burn a few concubines for you!"

"Why did you die so strangely? Why don't you tell us who the murderer is?"

"Look, now our enemies are coming to our doorstep. How are my brother and I going to survive?"

While crying, he would glance at Feng Baobao from time to time to observe the changes in her expression...

But I found that she didn't move at all, and her expression was still cold, but the ring on her hand was quite conspicuous...

The loud crying sound instantly resounded throughout the entire forest, and even the group of hired mourners at the foot of the mountain were startled. What a joke!

This is coming to steal my job!

The crying became louder and louder, the voice was even more heart-wrenching and angry, as if wanting to compete with each other!

All of a sudden.

The whole mountain was filled with crying sounds. Cao Ning pursed his lips helplessly. This brat is really an acting genius.

A hoarse voice came from my mind:

"Young Master! There is a sneak nearby, should we kill him?"

Cao Ning responded to the voice in his head and said:

"Not urgent."

"Yes..."

The burning flames made the surrounding air a little hot. As the paper man burned, the flames dissipated little by little, and the dilapidated afterglow of bamboo and wood floated in the air.

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his face full of tears, and said in a somewhat depressed tone:

"Brother, sister...why aren't you crying?"

Cao Ning knocked him on the head and said helplessly:

"Isn't this a chance for you to show off?"

The old man is not dead at all, why are you crying...

If the old man finds out that you cried him to death, he will definitely beat you alone.

Feng Baobao stuffed the bun into her mouth and said calmly:

"I have no feelings for the old man."

Zhang Chulan raised his middle finger to the two of them, knelt on the ground and muttered:

"Master? As expected, I am the one who is most filial to you. Look at these two people who have no feelings for you at all... Don't you get so angry that you crawl out?"

The sound has just fallen.

"boom!"

A large hole was torn in the cement brick floor of the mausoleum, and the flying mud brick suddenly flew over Zhang Chulan's head...

Zhang Chulan straightened his back and said somewhat depressedly:

"If you don't want to cry, then don't cry. Why are you fanning me?"

"Bang bang bang..."

More than a dozen cement bricks flew out from the ground, arms popped out from the ground, and zombies broke out of the ground, shrugging their shoulders and staring at the three people...

Zhang Chulan jumped up from the ground in shock, and hurriedly said behind Cao Ning:

"Mom! Cao Ning, did you dig up other people's ancestral graves and build the old man's grave on top of them?"