Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

In the courtyard of the Lou family's old house, everyone sat together enjoying the autumn breeze.

It's a bit cold, but the air in this town is really good.

Especially since there is a mountain behind the Lou family’s house.

It is said that when the Lou family built the village, they consulted a Feng Shui master, who chose this place and said that the Feng Shui here was good and the Lou family would surely become rich and powerful in the future.

I have to say that the Feng Shui master’s calculations were quite accurate.

The Lou family was very rich, but they had few descendants.

"When I first met your brother, he was such a jerk."

Mu Fucheng said slowly.

Many years passed before he finally had the courage to mention Lou Zhe.

In fact, many people left him, but Lou Zhe was also a pain in his heart. After all, he was a brother who had been through life and death with him.

Now that little Yitan has grown up, he can speak a little.

If he didn't tell, Lou Shuo and Lou Yian would know very little about Lou Zhe.

Death is not the most terrible thing, forgetting is.

None of them should and cannot forget Lou Zhe.

"At that time, your brother was about the same age as you are now. He had a hotter temper and a more impulsive personality than you. I got into a fight with him the first time we met, and he was very dissatisfied after I beat him up."

"So after a few exchanges, we became acquainted with each other."

"At that time, your brother, Nian Yubai, Qi Yuan and I had the best relationship. Your uncle Qi was the most cowardly, Nian Yubai was the mean and mean, and your brother was the prince of our group. He helped me a lot back then."

"Later, we started businesses together, fought for territory together, and even had fights with those foreigners..."

Having said that, Mu Fucheng touched Lou Yian's head:

"It's not that we want to fight, it's that those people see that our business is booming and are deliberately looking for trouble."

As for the "big things" they did when they were young, they cannot be talked about in the country.

Especially don't say it in front of children.

Perhaps because he was in Lou Zhe's hometown, Mu Fucheng looked particularly sad.

Mr. Mu Jiu, who has already passed his 51st birthday, has white hair on his temples.

It wasn't until both children were sleepy that everyone went back to their rooms.

Mu Mu slept with Qin Qianyi. Lou Yian might have missed his parents and wanted to sleep with his uncle.

It's already very cold in the mountains, but fortunately, when Lou Zhe renovated the house a few years ago, he had central air conditioning installed throughout the house.

The mountains are quiet and I have a dreamless night.

The next morning some relatives came to help.

Cao the housekeeper and Chen Yue were in charge of buying banknotes, incense, candles, firecrackers, fireworks, etc. used for worship. Lou Shuo didn't take care of it.

When the time was almost up, the group went to the cemetery.

Everyone changed into black clothes and looked solemn.

The ashes of Lou Shuo's parents, Lou Zhe and Dong Qian were all placed in the coffin.

Amid the master's chanting, the four coffins were buried one after another.

Lou Yian watched helplessly as his parents' coffins were buried, tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't know why he was crying.

Those were his parents, but they were even more unfamiliar than the people in this town.

But he was still very sad, very sad.

Qin Qianyi took out a tissue from the small bag she was carrying and sighed:

"Fortunately, I was prepared. I knew you would cry."

Lou Yian looked at Qin Qianyi, looking confused:

"Aunt, they are my parents."

Qin Qianyi nodded:

"Correct."

Lou Yian: "My parents are dead, and I'm very sad. But they died many years ago, so I'm sad now."

Qin Qianyi wiped his tears:

"This is normal. When you grow up, you learn to be sad."