Chapter 1296 Tomb
“Why are you here? You came out of nowhere!”
“I came early in the morning.”
The old lady asked: “ When?"
"When you get up early and go to the Buddhist chamber to pretend to worship the gods."
Bo Yanqing took off his gloves and threw them aside. He was wearing a gray shirt, overalls, and high boots. The shoes were stained with a lot of mud. His hair was not combed. The hair hung down on his forehead. He dusted himself off, sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.
The old lady waved her distasteful hand in front of her face, "You went to dig a grave? Why is there so much dust?"
Bo Yanqing laughed, "You really dug a grave. "
He took two sips of tea, placed his index finger on the rim of the cup, pressed it down, and leaned slightly towards the old lady, "I'll dig a grave in the mountain behind you and bury your son in it. ”
The old lady was stunned.
But she didn't react at first. She only felt that Bo Yanqing's teasing made her feel very unhappy, so she hit him with the crutch when she touched it.
Nan Jiaojiao quickly picked up the two plates of snacks on the table with quick eyes and hands, and shrank back like a quail.
Bo Yan Qing was hit with a stick, but his expression didn't change at all, and he still drank tea calmly.
"Which son of mine?" The old lady's brain is always faster than her mouth, "Your father?"
"Yes."
The old lady stopped talking, and her face slowly faded. She sat in silence for a while, then stretched her hands to the side and asked the housekeeper to come over and help her.
She pushed hard, and the hand holding the crutch was trembling.
The voice was also clouded, "Take me to see him."
Bo Yanqing put down the teacup and grabbed Nan Jiaojiao. The old man and the young man both had crutches, and there was a man with an injured hand beside him. The housekeeper simply drove a car over and drove all the way to the back mountain.
Exit through an archway on the south side and pass through the Chaoshou Veranda. As you get closer to the door, the thicker the flower branches climbing on the wall become.
This door is not often used by people. On weekdays, the cleaning servants have simply taken care of it and left a door open. However, when the door was opened, the two flower branches hanging down from the top happened to reach Nan Jiaojiao. Eyebrows.
She turned her head to avoid it. When she was hiding early in the morning, Bo Yan took the two flower branches and put them behind the door.
Wuxi's ashes are buried on the right side after exiting the south gate.
There are clusters of flowers, surrounded by a crescent creek. The sound of gurgling water and the fragrance of flowers surround the dusk tomb in the middle.
"I will choose a place for you."
The old lady sat down on a big rock, put her hands on the crutches, and subconsciously rubbed each other with her fingers. Her eyes were reddish and her voice was getting louder. He said, "This is the best place to see the moon."
Bo Yan counted two incense sticks and gave one to Nan Jiaojiao.
The two of them bowed to Bo Mu and put the incense on it. There were fruits and snacks beside the incense burner. Bo Yanqing touched the incense stick he had inserted earlier with his fingers, and the ash fell on a plate. He picked up the piece of mung bean cake, patted the dust on it and put it back.
Nothing to say.
They just stayed with him quietly for a while, and then the three of them walked back.
I didn’t take the bus this time. I met Bo Shuxian halfway through the walk.
He hurriedly said hello, asked about the location, ran to give Huo Mu a stick of incense, and then came back to catch up with them.
"Third brother!"
Bo Shuxian rushed over, hooked Bo Yanqing's shoulders, and put his arm around his neck. The momentum of running made Bo Yanqing stumble forward, and turned around. The crutch hit Bo Shuxian's leg.
(End of this chapter)