Under the moon.
A bleak moonlight reflected on the rural land, the summer breeze was constantly floating in the air, and the trees on both sides of the road were rustling.
On the winding and bumpy road, a group of two men and one woman were walking. The man in the lead was about 1.87 meters tall, with a thin and tall figure and neat and handsome hair.
There is a pair of mysterious starry eyes under the thick sword eyebrows, and the whole figure seems to be carved by heaven.
Another man has shawl-long hair, which is tied into a four-leaf clover on the back of his head. He is carrying five or six paper figures on his shoulders...
The paint on the paper-making figure has not dried completely, as if it had just been finished.
The girl who walked at the end had fair skin and beautiful appearance. She wore ten gold rings on her delicate little hands. She held a paper bag in her arms, which contained small buns. From time to time, she fed it towards Cherry's little mouth, with a smile between her eyebrows. Revealing a hint of joy.
The three of them were the three Cao Nings who went up the mountain to worship, and this worship was proposed by Zhang Chulan...
There were too many people just now, and it was embarrassing to cry in front of the grave.
After hearing this, Cao Ning wanted to give him a scalp, this brat...
Fortunately, the old man is not dead yet, otherwise I would have to crawl out and skin him.
Zhang Chulan gasped for air and weakly said to the two of them:
"Huhuhu...you guys walk slower, I'm really dying."
Cao Ning looked back. At this time, Zhang Chulan's white short-sleeved shirt had been dyed colorfully by the wet paint, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat...
He said somewhat speechlessly:
"I told you not to buy these paper to pierce people. You have to buy it, just buy it...and you also buy customized ones from the merchant."
After dinner in the afternoon, Zhang Chulan had to take Cao Ning to the store to buy shoe paper to stab people.
After looking around a lot, I was still not satisfied, so I finally had to customize one...
The insides are all made of strong bamboo wood, each weighing at least forty or fifty pounds...
Zhang Chulan touched the sweat beads on his forehead with difficulty and said breathlessly:
"You have fulfilled your filial piety for grandpa, built his grave, and set up a nightclub for grandpa... If I don't get something, won't it look like I am unfilial?"
Cao Ning said speechlessly:
"So, you hired a group of people to mourn you at the foot of the mountain?"
These words woke Zhang Chulan up. It seemed that he had not heard the sound of mourning for a long time. He quickly took out his mobile phone and made a call and cursed:
"What are you doing? I asked you to come here to mourn, not to sleep under the mountain!"
After hanging up the phone angrily, a vague sound of mourning came to my ears:
"Master...you died so miserably? I, Zhang Chulan, came to see you!"
"Old man, I, Zhang Chulan, miss you so much!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...The filial son and grandson Zhang Chulan comes to pay homage to you! My lovely grandpa!"
"My poor grandpa, please... go away!"
...
When Cao Ning heard these cries, he suddenly felt dumbfounded. He was so filial...
It’s simply filial piety that outweighs strength!
If the old man knew about it, it would give him two sticks. How could anyone cry like this in mourning?
Zhang Chulan put the paper stick on his back on the ground, sat down on the ground and said:
"Sister Bao'er, can you help me quickly? This is paper burned for grandpa to prick people!"
Feng Baobao looked indifferent and said with a Sichuan accent:
"Zhang Chulan, do your own thing."
As he said that, he swayed his butt and happily walked towards the cemetery. Cao Ning shook his head and followed...
Zhang Chulan looked at the two figures in front and was dumbfounded...
I'm still not your biological brother anymore!
How could anyone be such a brother or sister?
I twisted my sore neck, looked at the paper pricks placed on the ground, gritted my teeth and put it on my back again...
There was a strong belief in his heart that supported him. He must let his grandfather taste this fresh paper stick!
It was approaching ten o'clock, and the moonlit night became more and more alluring. The moonlight shone on the three of them, and the entire mausoleum seemed extremely silent. The sounds of birds chirping and shouting came from the trees.
Zhang Chulan struggled to put the paper on the ground, looked at the two people in front of him resentfully, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was so tired that he almost collapsed.
The fire light rose up little by little, and the paper-pricked person was instantly submerged in the flames. Zhang Chulan knelt down and bent over, crying:
"My Lord! Zhang Chulan, a filial son and grandson, will burn some wives for you!"
"Why did you die so strangely? You didn't tell us who the murderer was!"
"Look, enemies can come to your door now. How can eldest brother and I live?"
At the moment of crying, he glanced at Feng Baobao from time to time to observe the changes in his expression...
But I found that she didn't move at all, her expression was still cold, but the ring on her hand was quite conspicuous...
Loud cries instantly echoed through the entire mountain forest, even the group of hired mourners at the foot of the mountain were shocked, what a guy!
This is to steal your own job!
The crying became harder and harder, and the voice was even more heartbreaking and angry, as if he wanted to compete!
All of a sudden.
The entire mountain was filled with cries, and Cao Ning pursed his lips helplessly. This brat was really a showman.
A hoarse voice came from my mind:
"Young Master! There is something sneaky nearby. Do you want to 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 burned, the firelight dissipated little by little, and the afterglow of the ruined bamboo trees floated in the air.
Zhang Chulan raised his head, with tears on his face, and said in a depressed tone:
"Brother, sister...why don't you cry?"
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 you let the old man know that you are crying and he will die, he will definitely beat you alone.
Feng Baobao stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and said calmly:
"I have no relationship with the old man."
Zhang Chulan gave the two men a middle finger, knelt on the ground and muttered:
"Master? As expected, I am the most filial to you. Look at these two people who have no feelings for you at all... Don't you crawl out so angry?"
The sound just fell.
"boom!"
A big hole was opened in the cement brick floor of the mausoleum, and the flying mud brick suddenly flew over Zhang Chulan's head...
Zhang Chulan straightened his waist and said somewhat depressedly:
"If you don't cry, don't cry. Why are you fanning me?"
"Bang bang bang..."
More than a dozen cement bricks flew out from the ground, arms emerged from the ground, and zombies burst out of the ground, hunching their shoulders and staring at the three...
Zhang Chulan jumped up from the ground in fright, and hurriedly said behind Cao Ning:
"Mom! Cao Ning, did you dig the graves of people's ancestors and build the old man's grave on their heads?"
