Vol 2 Chapter 353: Worship

"Chief, you are finally back. You lied to me again!"
Before Zhou Jiao entered the guest house, she saw her father's guards, secretary, and driver rushing out of the gate. Seeing the aggrieved face of Guard Xiao Wang, she forced her smile.
Being her dad's guard is really worrying. Who made him meet her dad, who likes to be free and hates following the little tail.
"Stand up! Who lied to you? In the afternoon, you will go to work with me." Zhou Xiaozheng said with a smile on his face.
Facing the back of Zhou Xiaozheng leaving, the guards smiled at everyone and secretly made a grimace--thinking that he was afraid of being stern. He knew that the chief was cold and warm.
Zhang Guoqing stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Brother Wang, you are done. Look at the front glass!" Seeing the other party, he immediately cried and pulled Zhou Jiao in.
"Why are you teasing him? Both dad and everyone are worried. Comrade Zhou's behavior is unacceptable. You must obey the orders of your superiors and cannot go out alone."
Zhou Xiaozheng immediately turned around and patted Zhou Jiao's head, "Come on with less fire! Go and see Ping An. Take care of safety with your aunt, grandma and them in the street in the afternoon."
"Yes, Chief!"
"Haha...little badass!"
In the hall, Mrs. Cheng sat alone in a chair, watching them play with a smile.
At this time she stood up and smiled: "I'm back, just wait for you to come back to eat."
"Why are you alone?" Zhou Xiaozheng looked around and found that there was no one except the waiter.
"We quarreled away safely and wanted to play outside. They took him to the restaurant first, not long after that. I am worried that you will not find us, so I will stay and wait for you."
The group followed the old lady to the hotel.
The hotel and guest house are not far away. It didn't take long for everyone to see Cheng Ruzhu holding Ping An as the two stood at the entrance of the hotel.
The old lady Cheng didn't tell Zhou Xiaozheng about the worship service tomorrow, and she had already heard Cheng Ruzhu's shouts and peaceful cries. Interrupted in the middle, she ignored her words and walked forward quickly.
When Zhou Jiao saw her son's cry, she knew that the child was really anxious. She had already walked a few steps quickly, took over the struggling and thrown into her arms, and smiled: "Auntie, the child is making trouble?"
"No. We are very well-behaved, aren't we? You see him smiling. This little guy just came back and drank milk powder twice now, every time he fills a bottle. I think he wants to eat an apple, so he soaked it in boiling water. , I scraped two spoons and fed him, but later did not dare to feed him again. You will feed him the custard later."
Zhou Jiao smiled and nodded. Before going out today, she had fed complementary food and milk powder. Otherwise, the child will not be so quiet and only eat two bites, and must grab a spoon.
After lunch, a group of people returned to the guest house. Before reaching the room, Ping An was already asleep in Zhang Guoqing's arms.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Ruzhu quickly took Zhou Jiao to the street. You can take a nap anytime, it's rare to come here, she wants to go shopping around the corner.
Old Mrs. Cheng was worried, leaving Zhang Guoqing to accompany the children and the guards to go out with them. She didn't worry about anything else, but Zhou Jiao's face was too realistic. If you meet an old acquaintance, it's not good to scare the elderly.
The old lady who followed the locals went shopping without bothering to ask others. Let Cheng Ruzhu and Zhou Jiao feel painful and happy.
The well-known cooked food, dried tofu, smells very fragrant and looks more delicious, but unfortunately it can't be stuffed into the stomach.
There are enough varieties of candied fruit, sweet and sour, with one bite in the mouth, refreshing and healthy, but unfortunately it is too much to eat.
The specialty meat floss is a good seasoning for children's food supplement. All the delicious food made Zhou Jiao hate the mice staring at her house. She secretly cursed those mice suffering from hunger forever.
Zhou Jiao couldn't help turning her head to look back after tasting perfect food, one shop and one shop. Watching the ridiculous eyes of Mrs. Cheng, mother and daughter, listening to their jokes. She really feels she has nothing to love.
Zhou Jiao followed the old lady and them listlessly around the mall, and when she saw them choosing fabrics, she couldn't bear to look straight. Sneak to the side alone, picking the wool with hatred.
Before returning home, the old lady took them to buy fruit, which finally made her feel better.
Early the next morning, two cars took them down the hillside.
Looking in the distance, the entire hillside is covered with dense tombs of large and small tombs. This is the tomb of Gu Jiazu.
The so-called feng shui resort with mountains and rivers still cannot avoid the decline of Gu's family.
Mrs. Cheng left Cheng Ruzhu in the car to take care of the children. She lived such an old age and firmly believed that children were spiritual and could not go to these places.
Going up the stone road, you came to the middle of the grave—the grave of the great grandfather of the Gu family.
Old Mrs. Cheng refused everyone's help, and with tears, she brought Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhou Jiao to put incense candles, paper money, fruits, snacks, and wine one by one.
Kneeling and kowtow, she began to whisper: The children are back...
Zhou Jiao knelt on the ground, a little lost. She understands the feelings of the old lady. The two people lying underground are the foster mother and father who raised her and raised her up.
And she herself is indeed a cold-blooded animal, apart from sadness, grief can't be reached. Actually, I still thought about how to persuade the old lady to agree to move the grave.
Burning paper money and weeding, the old lady took Zhou Xiaozheng and his daughter with her own hands. It seems that this approach can bring the two underground people to rest~EbookFREE.me~Zhou Jiao stood up and looked at the surrounding graves. In some graves, it is estimated that no one worships at the Qingming Festival, and weeds cover the graves.
She began to come to the grave of the ancestors of the Gu family in front of her, kowtow one by one. In order to shed the blood of the Gu family and the property of the Gu family, she also needs to kowtow to the ancestors of the house.
Old Cheng looked at Zhou Jiao with relief, stopped Zhou Xiaozheng who was about to step forward, and took out paper money to let him burn it to the ancestor of the Gu family. Different wives only worship the father-in-law. He is the head of the Cheng family, and every year he personally worships the ancestors of the Gu family. Now that he is well, the Gu family finally has blood. He is worthy of the three ancestors and his underground father.
After the worship, Mrs. Cheng's eyes were red and swollen with a smile, and she seemed to have laid down her burden. At this time she happily let Zhou Xiaozheng light a series of firecrackers.
The sound of ‘crackling’ sounded, and through the smoke of the firecrackers, that face looked very happy with a smile. Maybe the old lady thinks this is a happy event.
Down the low hillside along the trail, the magnificent tombs, the lush century-old trees, the lake under the mountain, all these solemn and solemn scenery made Zhou Jiao feel very complicated. Sometimes the prophet is really not a blessing.
The Gu family matter seems to have ended. The secret room, the old house, the worship service, everything is over. But Zhou Jiao knew that there were still several pairs of eyes staring at Gu's old house under the calm. The donation books of my grandmother blocked the world, but couldn't stop the caring people who knew the inside of Gu's family.
Before getting into the car, she stared deeply at the grave in the distance.
"Don't look, come back." Zhang Guoqing squeezed her palm worriedly and said. He sighed secretly, it seemed that everything was out of track, beyond his expectation.
Zhou Jiao smiled brightly at him. With him by her side, she thought she was not afraid. The future will be discussed later.