Chapter 464

With Zhan beiheng.

Time seems to have passed much faster.

The night passed quickly.

Lin Jiangxia man thought he could last all night.

But perhaps in the latter half of the night, she didn't know when she fell asleep and somehow leaned on Zhan beiheng's arms.

So when he woke up from his arms the next day, his cheeks were a little crimson.

"Brother Zhan." Her voice is delicate and a little coquettish.

"Wake up?" Zhan beiheng's mouth.

The extremely feminine but ghostly smile made Lin Jiangxia seem to be involuntarily immersed in the smile.

"Why don't you wake me up?" Lin Jiangxia gently locks her eyebrows.

"Just sleep." He stroked her scattered hair on her forehead: "you are very tired."

"But... But Grandpa will blame me. I fell asleep while he was keeping a vigil for his old man." Lin Jiangxia opened her eyes and looked at her grandfather's portrait again. Her cheeks naturally showed some guilt.

Zhan beiheng shook his head: "maybe Xia Xia fell asleep, which is what master Lin meant."

"Huh?" Lin Jiangxia was a little confused.

"Do you remember when Xia Xia fell asleep?" Zhan beiheng's head tilted slightly and asked faintly.

"Ah!" Lin Jiangxia took a breath of air conditioning. The more he thought about it, the more strange it became.

It's not grandpa's manifestation. He hypnotized her by some supernatural means.

Her face was frightened, but when she looked slightly away, she saw Zhan beiheng's smiling face at the corner of his mouth, and immediately frowned: "brother Zhan, you laugh at me!"

Zhan beiheng couldn't help laughing: "you're too easy to cheat. Will you still believe that?"

Lin Jiangxia blushed with shame: "I'd rather believe what it has than what it doesn't have! Brother Zhan is superstitious sometimes, isn't he? "

He probably couldn't agree, but shook his head slightly: "master Lin treated Xia as well. Even if he really turned into a ghost, he decided not to harm Xia."

"Bah bah!" Lin Jiangxia repeatedly stuck out his tongue: "what makes a ghost? Grandpa will never become a ghost. He will go to heaven and be an angel. "

Zhan beiheng frowned: "this is China, there are no angels."

"Then... Immortals or something!" Lin Jiangxia said, "in short, it's a very sacred existence."

Zhan beiheng can't beat her.

However, seeing that her expression had long lost the sadness of last night's vigil, she was probably relieved.

Feng Yishu then turned to come in and whispered, "boss, madam, there are guests."

Lin Jiangxia slanted her eyes to look at Feng Yishu.

Somehow, she always felt that Feng Yishu here was very different from the one who talked and laughed with her last night and showed his childish and honest side from time to time.

But... I can't find the reason.

Lin Jiangxia couldn't help looking at Zhan beiheng again.

Thinking, maybe every man is very multifaceted? It's always so... Elusive.

At that time, she also paid attention to the time. It was more than 9 a.m.

No wonder there are guests at the door.

I didn't know that I had slept for so long, and I couldn't help being a little shy, and my cheeks were very red.

Zhan beiheng got up and pulled her up at the same time. Then he whispered, "please come in."

"Yes." Feng Yishu answered very simply.

They are all old friends of old man Lin.

They are all very old. Every old gentleman who comes here to mourn Mr. Lin has a look similar to the sorrow of the dead rabbit on his cheeks.

They are all people of the same age. Maybe soon, they can meet in another world. Natural heart each uncomfortable.

Lin Jiangxia is a family member. When guests present flowers, she will bow back.

I thought brother Zhan would leave in the morning.

After all, his work was busy enough, but he stayed with her very patiently, and even did family gifts with her.

For three days.

Zhan beiheng seems to have put down his work temporarily and stayed with Lin Jiangxia in the mourning hall for three days.

It was not until the fourth day that the hearse came to the door again.

He picked up the ashes of master Lin and went to the cemetery for burial.

The purpose is to arrange the war in beiheng. The address is in the noble cemetery in the suburban area, and the location is the best.

Looking down from there, you can almost overlook the whole cemetery, and there are weeping willows and evergreen trees nearby. But this season, weeping willows are dry and holly trees look gloomy.

All the people who came to the funeral were the best old friends of the old man. The average age was about 60 years old. Maybe it was a common problem of old men in China. All their heads were bald. When they took off their hats and saluted the tombstone, they were like two rows of marinated eggs standing neatly. The scene looked more or less funny.

But anyway, Grandpa's funeral was over.

Zhou Meilan didn't appear in the whole process.

Lin Jiangxia can forgive his father for not showing up. After all, his knife wound can't leave bed.

But she couldn't forgive Zhou Meilan.

Although grandpa was dissatisfied with Zhou Meilan, in fact, he treated her as the daughter-in-law of the Lin family without any wrongdoing.

But Zhou Meilan, it's clear that she doesn't even bother to play.

For the last time, I wouldn't come to see you.

After the funeral, Lin Jiangxia took a bus to the hospital.

She didn't know whether to visit her father or to question Zhou Meilan when she went to the hospital this time.

Or both.

With Feng Yishu, she doesn't have to be afraid of Zhou Meilan.

The car stopped at the door of the hospital. Instead of getting off immediately, she waited for Feng Yishu to get off and open the door for her.

Even then, she was still slightly stunned for a few seconds before she followed.

It seems that she is a little tired and just wants to rest. She doesn't know how to face Zhou Meilan.

In the ward, Zhou Meilan seems to have moved the record player.

At that time, there was a happy waltz.

Zhou Meilan was very comfortable. She twisted her waist with a waltz on the empty floor of the ward.

Her dancing skills are fairly good. If she was in ancient times or in the era of the Republic of China, she might be a good social flower.

Obviously, there are some inferior talents here.

Lin Jiangxia pushed open the door of the sick room. When she saw Zhou Meilan dancing, she couldn't help but hang a cold smile from the corners of her mouth.

She approached the ward without expression, and with her steps, Zhou Meilan's dance stopped naturally. She just approached the record player, raised her hand, pressed the playing record player to stop, grabbed the record in her hand, and fell hard to the ground.

Boom!

The old record fell to the ground and suddenly fell apart.

Wu Zi was still angry and stepped on his feet.

Zhou Meilan opened her mouth into an O-shape and immediately burst out her sharp and harsh voice: "Lin Jiangxia! What are you doing! "

It's an angry gesture.