I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

No one knew what Shen Zhuang and Shen Jun talked about in the side room. After coming out, Shen Qingyu was punished to copy the clan rules and go to the ancestral hall to pay respects every morning and evening.

As for Jiang Huashan, because she spoke wildly and without courtesy, she was punished to reflect on her mistakes indoors and was not allowed to go out unless it was an important matter.

Shen Zhuang had carefully considered the punishment. While it was said to be confined to reflect on one's mistakes, it actually meant lying in bed in the room. As for not being allowed to go out, in other words, it meant one could openly and honestly avoid having to see any elders.

When Shen Che heard about the punishment for the two, he was so angry that his fever reached 42 degrees that night.

With Shen Zhuang in charge, the monsters and demons in the old house disappeared without a trace, and now only the considerate and gentle elders of the clan come in and out of the old house.

Grandma Wu was awake less and less, and occasionally she would talk nonsense.

Everyone guessed the ending of this story, and as time went by, they began to accept this farewell.

Preparations for the cemetery also began in advance. Shen Zhuang was worried that other people in the old house would interfere, so he specifically handed the burial arrangements over to Shen Lanxi. Shen Lanxi's status and power in the old house were second only to Shen Zhuang and Shen Jun. Shen Zhuang felt at ease with him supervising.

Shen Guiling had no connection with Grandma Wu, but he knew that Jiang Huashan cared about her, so he had been busy following her during this period. Even the picky Shen Hang praised him highly.

This kind of days lasted until the end of August.

It was a sunny day.

Grandma Wu suddenly said that she wanted to go outside to bask in the sun and look at the jujube tree in front of the yard.

Shen Zhuang seemed to sense something and called all the younger generations of the clan to the yard.

The old lady sat in a rocking chair, staring blankly at the jujube tree in front of her, her eyes filled with tears as she murmured, "This tree was planted by the young master himself. He said he would find a good marriage for me after the war, but I waited and waited and nothing happened."

"Master, Ayi is still waiting for you to pick a suitable husband for me..."

The unspoken words are stuck in my throat.

A gust of wind blew, and a red date fell from the tree. The shriveled and cracked fruit fell right into the palm of a bony hand.

The old man on the recliner smiled and slowly closed his eyes. His wrinkled palms lost their strength and the fruit fell at his feet.

Her life ended at this moment.

"Grandma!"

Fu Sui'er covered his mouth, turned around and hugged Jiang Huashan, crying inconsolably.

Jiang Huashan stared at the old woman in the rattan chair and patted her shoulder gently.

*

The death of Grandma Wu cast a faint shadow over the entire old house.

The funeral was not particularly grand, but the etiquette was thorough and there was nothing wrong with it.

Many villagers who had received kindness from my great grandmother came to pay their respects spontaneously. When they heard that my great grandmother was buried in the main tomb of the Shen family, many people took the initiative to bring tools to clean the main tomb.

On the day of the burial, almost all members of the Shen family were present, and Shen Zhuang personally carried the coffin to send the old lady off.

Three days later, the old lady's funeral came to an end. In order to thank the villagers for their help during the funeral, Shenzhuang held a three-day buffet to entertain all the villagers.

As Grandma Wu wished, the cycle of life and death is just the norm, and everyone regards her departure as the most common farewell in life.

*

At the banquet, some people cried, some laughed, and some just shed tears in silence.

Jiang Huashan didn't like this atmosphere, so she casually moved her chopsticks a few times and then made an excuse to go back to the house.

As soon as she stood up, Shen Guiling also stood up and left the crowd.

As the eldest son of the family, Shen Lanxi was always surrounded by people wherever he went. Although the funeral arrangements had consumed a lot of his energy, he still noticed the movements of the two people at the first moment.

Thinking of the previous conversation between Mrs. Wu and Jiang Huashan, Shen Lanxi could no longer sit still.

As he stood up, Shen Qian suddenly came forward with a glass of white wine, "Lan Xi, you've worked hard these past few days. Come! Uncle will give you a toast."

With Shen Qian taking the lead, the other elders also stood up to toast.

"Lan Xi, you played an indispensable role in ensuring that Grandma's funeral went so smoothly. Come, come, uncles, let us pay our respects to you."

Shen Lanxi was inexplicably tripped for a moment, and when she looked up again, both of them had disappeared.

He was silent for a moment, picked up the glass in front of him and stood up to return the toast.

After a round of back and forth, Shen Qian picked up the wine glass and started a new round of flattery.

Shen Lanxi, "..."

Seeing this, Shen Qingyu smiled with gloating delight, "When did uncle become so close to Shen Lanxi?"

Shen Yuan didn't understand either, but he didn't care. He pushed Shen Qingyu's arm and said, "Qingyu, I feel a little dizzy. Can you take me home?"

Shen Qingyu turned a deaf ear and picked up the chopsticks, "You are such a grown-up, could you possibly get lost?"

Shen Yuan was furious and slammed the table and left.

Shen Qingyu sneered, picked up a meatball and was about to eat it when a shadow suddenly fell over his head.

He paused, glanced at her, and said lazily, "Get out of the way. I'm not interested in drinking with you."

Shen Lanxi pretended not to hear and poured him a glass of wine. While pouring the wine, he slowly said, "Are you so confident that your uncle will leave alone?"

Shen Qingyu's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly thought of something and put down his chopsticks.

Shen Yuan is not a good person. He had sent people to assassinate Xiao Huaer before.

This time he came back to stand up for Xiaohuaer and was obviously against Shen Yuan. The old man didn't dare to deal with him, but he might vent his anger on Xiaohuaer.

Shen Qingyu had an unclear expression on his face. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it all, then turned and left the banquet.

To outsiders, this scene seemed like a scene of great brotherly love and harmony.

*

the other side.

As soon as Jiang Huashan left the banquet, she felt someone was following her. She deliberately took a detour through the alley to get rid of the person behind her. She then came back and squatted behind the water tank in the corner of the alley to observe the situation.

After waiting for a while, a dark shadow rushed out from the dim light.

The black shadow had a slender figure and was obviously a woman.

She obviously didn't expect that she would lose him after following him for a while. After circling around in the same place for a few times without any results, she turned around and walked away.

Jiang Huashan was worried that there was a trap, so she hid behind the water tank and didn't dare to come out.

Suddenly, a hand came around her shoulders from behind...

A fierce look flashed across Jiang Huashan's eyes. He grabbed the wrist on his shoulder, raised the dagger in his palm with lightning speed, and stabbed it behind him.

"..."

The person behind him was obviously stunned for a moment, and then relaxed the force on his shoulders.

Jiang Huashan did not want to fight, and immediately ran away after taking the initiative.

I had just taken two steps when I heard a familiar voice.

"Jiang Huashan, you almost murdered your husband."

"..."

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