At this time, the three of them had already got into the car. An Menghan, who was driving, looked at Wu Shengfa, who had been frowning, and asked.
"What's wrong with you? You've been looking sad since you came downstairs?"
It seemed that Wu Sheng did not hear these words, but was looking at the scenery outside the window, until Zhang Buyu next to him bumped into him.
Wu Sheng finally came to his senses. He remembered what An Menghan had just asked: "It's nothing. I just feel that not only people's hearts are cold, but even the hearts of ghosts are like this."
"I'm afraid that I will be treated like this indirectly when I die." Wu Sheng smiled bitterly and said to An Menghan, who was an experienced driver.
Although Wu Sheng said so, there were too many entanglements buried in his heart. Ever since the incident with Gu Zi last time, Wu Sheng's heart seemed to be weighed down by a stone.
Then what happened to the group of wandering souls later, his heart began to become even more chaotic.
Wu Sheng always thought in his spare time that people's hearts were cold and could even be evil enough to kill people who had nothing to do with them.
And why does this dead person behave like this after becoming a ghost?
Just when Wu Sheng was thinking about everything, An Menghan spoke again.
She always seems to be able to forget everything, or she doesn't care about everything at all.
An Menghan looked at Wu Sheng's indifferent gaze from the rearview mirror: "Let me tell you, this person lives one day at a time. You are always struggling with so many things. What answer will you have in the end?"
Seeing that Wu Sheng couldn't let go of his tense emotions, An Menghan thought for a while and said to him, "Oh, don't think so much."
"What's the use of worrying anymore? What's supposed to come will come sooner or later, and what's not supposed to come, it won't come after all."
"You say so, then...then buddy."
Zhang Buyu nodded hesitantly. He thought Wu Sheng had thought a little too much, so he let out a sigh of relief.
"Old witch, that's how this person is. It's not what you think in your heart that's your answer. Sometimes the answer can be divided into many different situations. It's not good for you to have your own way."
"Don't forget that we are still here." Zhang Buyu extended his fist towards Wu Sheng.
He also deeply experienced what Wu Sheng was going through. Although in some aspects he really couldn't help Wu Sheng, he was a bystander.
"So, old witch, sometimes it's good not to think things so clearly."
After hearing what the latter two said, Wu Sheng just looked at each other and smiled without saying anything, and then punched Zhang Buyu.
Looking at Wu Sheng who was still smiling bitterly, Zhang Buyu finally stopped talking and accompanied him to quietly look at the scene outside the window.
The three of them chatted wordlessly along the way, and it was already late at night when they returned to the Anjia compound.
An Menghan took the two of them to the guest room that had been prepared in advance. The alms here were no different from those in a five-star hotel.
After seeing that the two of them had already moved in, An Menghan felt relieved and said goodbye to them. However, there was a hint of melancholy in An Menghan's eyebrows as he left...
By the next day, the birthday party was held as scheduled, and more people came than yesterday.
The An family compound was overcrowded, and the crowding situation actually appeared. Wu Sheng and Zhang Buyu struggled to reach the place where An Menghan's father's birthday was held.
This journey was bumpy and difficult, and they almost had conflicts with many people, but fortunately it turned out to be a trivial matter.
Wu Sheng, who had been tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, also regained his energy during this period.
At this time, An Menghan's father An Zaitianyou was walking in the main hall where he received guests. The gifts they were holding were too expensive.
So for a while, the two of them did not dare to enter easily.
Some were holding century-old ginseng, some were holding porcelain wares from a certain dynasty, and some were holding priceless jade, agate and jade wares.
But An Zaitian just smiled lightly, as if this kind of occasion was already commonplace for him.
When he came back last night, An Menghan told the two of them how their family got to where they are today.
To put it bluntly, it all depends on the foresight of their ancestors who settled down. In ancient times, their ancestors also lived a life of poverty.
Until I accidentally obtained a few golden nanmu seeds, this thing was also a rare thing at that time.
Their ancestors did not abandon this rare opportunity just because of the immediate benefits.
Instead, they quietly found a piece of land that belonged to their family and planted it. People at that time had little knowledge, and after seeing their family planting so many strange trees.
They just thought that their ancestors were stupid, but when An Zaitian came along, he slapped them hard in the face.
At that time, the golden nanmu was only as thick as three fingers. When An Zaitian was young and energetic, he secretly sold one without telling his family.
Since then, there has been countless money exchanged.
As the saying goes, it is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it. But An Zaitian, who has a bright mind, pays off the hard work of his family.
He used a golden nanmu tree to develop into the current situation.
As for the other trees, their family was afraid that someone would be jealous of them, so they quietly found a place to plant them again...
At this time, An Zaitian saw Wu Sheng watching from a distance. He immediately changed his smile and waved to Wu Sheng.
After Wu Sheng was sure that An Zaitian was waving to him, he walked slowly.
"Wu Sheng?" An Zaitian couldn't see any thoughts on his thoughtful expression.
Looking at him, Wu Sheng couldn't help but have an idea in his mind, that is, An Zaitian really looked like a successful person, many times more powerful than Xu Dingcai.
Wu Sheng nodded to him: "Hello, uncle. I am Wu Sheng."
At this time, An Zaitian's smile seemed to become more sincere. After getting the answer, he stretched out his hand in his suit pants.
"Haha, no welcome, no welcome." An Zaitian held Wu Sheng's hand tightly: "You and Meng Han said the same thing, you are really good-looking."
Wu Sheng wanted to reject his intention, but he continued.
"It's really thanks to you, otherwise I really can't imagine the outcome of Menghan that day."
An Zaitian has gray hair on his temples and his neat hair is combed back. Although the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, his face is rosy.
"Uncle, you rewarded me. It was a coincidence that day." Wu Sheng said as he took out the gift he had prepared for An Zaitian.
"Uncle, this is a small gift from me, please accept it."
A stack of prepared talismans was handed from Wu Sheng's hand to An Zaitian's.
After Wu Sheng accepted the invitation, he had been thinking about what he should give to An Zaitian.
Wu Sheng, who finally made up his mind, used the simplest gift to express his deepest feelings.
