Chapter 595

"Does Mu Ya know why mother is angry?"

Mu Chen tried to find out what the reporters had said from his daughter's mouth. "Does Mu Ya know what those bad uncles and aunts said?"

Mu Ya tilted her head and looked up at Mu Chen, that expression showed that she couldn't describe.

Daddy, your daughter and I are only two years old. Although I am in the stage of learning the tongue, I can't learn much.

After thinking about it, Mu Ya slipped to the ground, and when her feet touched the ground, she kicked Mu Chen's feet with her little feet. Mu Chen didn't know why, and then Mu Ya fell to the ground.

"Mu Ya."

Mu Chen quickly picked up his daughter, but he still didn't quite understand what his daughter meant.

"Bad aunt."

Mu Ya explained with difficulty.

Mu Chen frowned, his handsome face sank, and he asked: "Mu Ya means that a bad aunt tripped Mom, and Mom fell to the ground?"

Mu Ya nodded sharply, "Mu Ya is afraid."

Zhang Xiao was tripped suddenly, she wasn't mentally prepared, and Mu Ya was not even there, the mother and daughter fell at the same time, Mu Ya was really frightened, but fortunately Zhang Xiao was protecting her tightly, so she didn't hit the ground .

"Damn it!"

"Daddy, it hurts..."

Mu Ya burst into tears.

It turned out that Mu Chen was too angry, once he retracted his hands, Mu Ya who was hugged by him felt that her small body would be strangled by her own father.

Mu Chen, who came back to his senses, quickly loosened his grip. While apologizing to his daughter, he hugged her downstairs and called Ning Zhiyuan, asking Ning Zhiyuan to help him keep an eye on the woman who stumbled Zhang Xiao. Settle accounts.

"Mu Ya, let's go find Mom."

After stuffing my daughter into the car, I felt that the child was too young without an adult to hold it, and it was not safe to ride in the car. Mu Chen then changed into that Audi, which had a child safety seat.

Hearing that her father said that she would take her to find her mother, Mu Ya obediently sat on the child safety seat.

Zhang Xiao's cell phone is still turned off.

When she was in a bad mood, her favorite place to go was the cemetery.

This is what Yi Xiujie told Mu Chen.

"Aunt Lan."

Mu Chen yelled, and after Aunt Lan ran out, he ordered: "Get in the car." Since he was going to the cemetery to find Zhang Xiao, he didn't want to take Mu Ya into the cemetery, so he asked Aunt Lan to go with her, and he could stay Aunt Lan took care of Mu Ya in the car.

"good."

Aunt Lan didn't ask anything, and got into the car directly.

After leaving the door, Mu Chen didn't hesitate at all, and went directly to the direction of the cemetery.

The gloomy sky became more and more gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

When it rains in winter, the temperature is lower.

God probably isn't in a good mood, it's really raining, it's drizzle.

Not much rain, but icy cold.

Zhang Xiao sat in the taxi, quietly watching the drizzle falling outside the window.

While driving, the driver of the taxi turned his head and said to Zhang Xiao: "Girl, it's raining, do you still want to go to the cemetery? The weather is bad in the first place, and that kind of place is a wicked place, so don't go there." .”

Zhang Xiao said lightly, "I'll give you an extra 100 yuan for the fare."

Many taxi drivers are reluctant to come to the cemetery and crematorium, thinking that those two places are unlucky places, and if they want to take a taxi to those two places, they must pay more fares.

It's okay during the day, and you can arrive safely with a little more money.

If it is at night, no matter how much money is given, few people will go.

It's daytime now, but winter is always gloomy, and now it's raining again, and the cemetery is an evil place, no wonder the taxi driver wants to persuade Zhang Xiao not to go.

However, after Zhang Xiao said to add an additional 100 yuan to the fare, the taxi driver stopped trying to persuade him and just muttered a few times.

There was still a hundred meters away from the cemetery, and the taxi driver refused to go any further. After collecting the money and leaving Zhang Xiao behind, he hurried away, as if a ghost was chasing him.

The biting cold wind blew towards the face with drizzle, and soon, Zhang Xiao's head was covered with white dots, which were small raindrops.

It was quiet all around.

There are straight pines and cypresses on both sides of the road.

Zhang Xiao went on foot.

The doors of the small shops that only make money from the dead near the entrance of the cemetery are open, but the door is empty, and there is no car. It's not the Ching Ming season, the business here will be a little deserted.

There is the sound of playing mahjong in the shop.

When Zhang Xiao's people appeared at the door of the small shop, when those few mahjong players were playing mahjong vigorously, they suddenly saw a person appearing, they all stopped their movements, looked at Zhang Xiao in unison, It seems to be analyzing whether Zhang Xiao is a human or a ghost.

"I want to buy two bouquets of chrysanthemums."

Zhang Xiao spoke gently.

The four exchanged glances.

"I am human."

The four of them were seen through by Zhang Xiao, and they all laughed. One of the aunts stood up, came over to greet Zhang Xiao into the store, and touched Zhang Xiao's hand without any trace. Although it was a little cold, she was still popular. , Only then did he completely believe that Zhang Xiao was a person.

Zhang Xiao thought it was funny.

They are all earning dead money, what strange things haven't come across? There are times when you are afraid.

Zhang Xiao was wrong, it was because they were earning money, they were afraid of all kinds of strange things, but they were reluctant to do business and money.

"Girl, I'm sorry, it's really cold and raining, ghosts don't want to go out, but girl wants to come here, so we... bah bah, don't mention ghosts, don't talk about those things in this kind of place .”

The aunt laughed apologetically, and thought about it.

Zhang Xiao didn't say that he was in a bad mood, so he picked two bunches of chrysanthemums, paid the money, and left with the two bunches of chrysanthemums in his arms.

"girl."

The aunt stopped Zhang Xiao, and when Zhang Xiao stopped, she went to get an umbrella, handed it to Zhang Xiao, and said: "Young lady must go to visit relatives in this weather, and you can't go like this, it's raining outside." As for the rain, don’t look at the drizzle, when you come out of it, your whole body will be soaked. This umbrella is a bit worn out, but it’s better than nothing, give it to the girl, don’t have to return it.”

Zhang Xiao took the worn-out umbrella, thanked the aunt, and left the shop with a bouquet of flowers and the worn-out umbrella.

The old man guarding the cemetery was gnawing chicken feet, eating peanuts, and drinking beer alone. When he saw someone walking by, he thought it was his eyesight.

Why do people come to the cemetery in this weather?

Could it be the hell?

The old man wanted to go out and have a look, but in the end, he still didn't come out. If he thinks that the ghost will not find him, he will not bother the ghost.

Zhang Xiao, who was regarded as a ghost by the tomb guards, first went to the grave of her grandparents, and gently placed a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding another bunch of chrysanthemums in the other hand, looking down, she saw Looking at the group photo of grandparents.

"Grandpa, grandma, Xiao'er has come to see you."

She hasn't bothered her grandparents for a long time.

The cold wind howled.

It seems that two old people are talking about the pain of missing their granddaughter.

Zhang Xiao squatted down and placed another bouquet of chrysanthemums on her lap, freeing her hand to caress the cold tombstone, and softly said: "Grandpa, grandma, Xiao'er is a little confused , I can't seem to find my way."