Chapter 595

"Does Moya know why her mother is angry?"

Mu Chen tries to find out what reporters have said from her daughter's mouth. "Does Moya know what those bad uncles and aunts said?"

Muya tilted her head and looked up at Mu Chen. Her expression showed that she couldn't describe it.

Daddy, I'm only two years old. Although I'm in the stage of learning to speak, I can't learn much.

After thinking about it, Muya slipped off the ground. After her feet landed on the ground, she used her small feet to kick Mu Chen's feet. Mu Chen didn't know why, so she fell and sat on the ground.

"Moya."

Mu Chen hugs daughter quickly, still don't quite understand the meaning of daughter.

"Bad aunt."

Moya explained with difficulty.

Mu Chen eyebrow a Cu, handsome Yan a sink, ask: "Mu Ya means that there is a bad aunt trip mother, mother fell to the ground?"

Muya nodded fiercely, "Muya is afraid."

Zhang Xiao's trip was sudden. She didn't have any psychological preparation. Muya was really scared when her mother and daughter fell down at the same time. Fortunately, Zhang Xiao protected her tightly and she didn't hit the ground.

"Damn it!"

"Daddy, pain..."

MUA burst into tears.

The original Mu Chen is too angry, hands a force, was held by him Muya then feel small body will be broken by his father.

Returning to God, Mu Chen quickly loosened his strength, apologizing to his daughter, while holding her downstairs, he also called Ning Zhiyuan, asking Ning Zhiyuan to help him stare at the woman who tripped Zhang Xiao and wait for him to settle accounts after autumn.

"Moya, let's go to mom."

After I put my daughter into the car, I felt that the child was too small to be held by an adult. It was not safe to ride. Muchen then changed into that Audi, has the child safety chair.

Hearing that daddy said he would take her to her mother, Moya sat obediently in the child safety chair.

Zhang Xiao's cell phone is still off.

When she is in a bad mood, her favorite place is the cemetery.

This is what Yi Xiujie told Mu Chen.

"Aunt LAN."

Mu Chen called, after aunt LAN ran out, he ordered: "get in the car." Since he wants to go to the cemetery to find Zhang Xiao, he doesn't want to take Muya into the cemetery. He asks aunt LAN to go with him. He can leave aunt LAN to look after Muya in the car.

"Good."

Aunt LAN didn't ask anything and got on the bus directly.

After going out the door, Mu Chen didn't have the slightest hesitation, and went directly to the direction of the cemetery.

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

Winter rain, the temperature is lower.

God estimated that the mood is not good, it really began to rain, is drizzle.

It didn't rain much, but it was cold.

Zhang Xiao sat in the taxi and quietly watched the drizzle outside the window.

While driving, the taxi driver turned to Zhang Xiao and said, "girl, it's raining. Do you want to go to the cemetery? The weather is not good at all, and that kind of place is an evil place. You'd better not go

Zhang Xiao said faintly, "I'll give you another hundred yuan."

Many taxi drivers don't want to come to the cemetery and crematorium. They think that those two places are bad places. If you want to take a taxi to those two places, you must pay more.

It's OK during the day. You can get there safely with more money.

If at night, no matter how much money was given, few people would go.

It's daytime, but it's always cloudy in winter. Now it's raining again. The cemetery is also a place of evil. No wonder the taxi driver wants to persuade Zhang Xiao not to go.

But after Zhang Xiao said that he would add another 100 yuan, the taxi driver stopped persuading him and just muttered.

One hundred meters away from the cemetery, the taxi driver refused to go there again. After collecting the money, he left Zhang Xiao and left quickly, as if a ghost was chasing him.

The biting cold wind and drizzle came face-to-face. Soon, Zhang Xiao's head was stained with white dots, which were small raindrops.

It was quiet all around.

The road was lined with straight pines and cypresses.

Zhang Xiao walked there.

The small shops near the gate of the cemetery were open, empty and without a car. It's not Qingming Festival. Business here will be a little bit colder.

There was a sound of playing mahjong in the shop.

When Zhang Xiao's people appeared at the door of the shop, when they were rubbing mahjong vigorously, they suddenly saw a man come out. They all stopped their movements and looked at Zhang Xiao together, as if they were analyzing whether Zhang Xiao was a human or a ghost.

"I want to buy two bunches of chrysanthemums."

Zhang Xiaowen spoke peacefully.

Four people exchanged eyes.

"I'm human."

The four men were all laughed at by Zhang Xiao. One of them stood up and called Zhang Xiao into the shop. She touched Zhang Xiao's hand without any trace. Although it was a little cold, she was still popular. Only in this way could she completely believe that Zhang Xiao was a person.Zhang Xiao thought it was funny.

They all make money. What strange things have not happened to them? There will be times of fear.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was wrong, because they made money from the dead. They were afraid of anything strange, but they were reluctant to give up business and money.

"Girl, I'm sorry. It's such a cold day and it's raining. Ghosts don't want to go out. But the girl wants to come here. We just Bah, don't mention ghosts. Don't talk about them in such places. "

The aunt was smiling and reading in pieces.

Zhang Xiao didn't say that he was in a bad mood. He picked two bunches of chrysanthemums, paid for them, and left with them.

"Girl."

Aunt stopped Zhang Xiao. When Zhang Xiao stopped, she went to fetch an umbrella and handed it to Zhang Xiao. She said, "the girl has to go to see her relatives in this weather, but she can't go like this. It's raining outside. Don't look at the drizzle. When you come out from inside, you'll be soaked through. This umbrella is a little old. It's better than nothing. Give it to the girl. Don't return it. "

Zhang Xiao took the old umbrella and said thanks to his aunt. Then he left the shop with a bunch of flowers and an old umbrella.

The old man guarding the cemetery was chewing chicken feet, eating peanuts and drinking beer alone. When he saw a figure passing by, he thought he was dazzled.

How can anyone come to the cemetery in this weather?

Can't it be hell?

The old man wanted to go out and have a look. In the end, he didn't come out. If you think the ghost doesn't come to him, he won't disturb the ghost.

Zhang Xiao, who was regarded as a ghost by the tomb keeper, went to the tomb of her grandparents first. She put 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. She looked down at the photos of her grandparents.

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

She didn't bother 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 put another bunch of chrysanthemums on her thigh. She was able to free up a hand. Then she stroked the cold tombstone and said softly, "Grandpa, grandma, Xiao'er is a little confused. It seems that she can't find the direction."

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