Chapter 6: Start reading

The car can only drive to mid-levels, and the rest of the way requires walking. From a distance, not many people came to sacrifice, both men and women.
Before getting out of the car, Ji Pinchuan told Lin Jingquan: "Take care of your mouth for a while, don't make nonsense give me trouble."
Lin Jingshen nodded in a low-key, sincerely said, "Ji, rest assured, I'm here to worship, and I won't say anything rude."
Ji Pinchuan thought it was the same, although this woman occasionally had a little nerve, but she should not have collapsed so that she could not cover her mouth in front of the dead's grave. Besides, it was good intention to worship this time, so she said nothing. So the two got out of the car and Ji Pinchuan's full suit cuffs took the lead.
In front of Jing Xing's tomb, there are tribute flowers, and there is even a censer with incense sticks. Ji Pinchuan's parents and several assistants had arrived first. Ji Cheng nodded slightly when he saw his son's arrival and motioned him to give the deceased a column incense. And Ji Muye Lang was only immersed in sadness, and constantly rubbed her handkerchief to wipe the tears flowing out of the black super sunglasses, looking very sad.
Jing Xing had seen Ye Lang a few times before, and his impression on this elder was very good. He had no mother since he was a child, and even secretly thought that if his biological mother was probably a virtuous and virtuous girl like Ye Lang. Because of this, he had to admit that one of the reasons for his dislike to Ji Pinchuan was jealousy.
Jing Xing was infected by this sad atmosphere, and his mood became even heavier. "It turned out that this is my burial place ..." He looked up.
The bright and decent white marble tombstone should have a small box under it, that is, his eternal home in the last life! So life is always lonely and buried.
I do n’t know if anyone else in the world will scan the grave for himself. Jingxing ’s mood at the moment is very complicated. Of course, first of all, he lamented the misfortune of the former life. In that way, he ended his life that was too late to be brilliant. Who did he provoke?
Their family members are small, Jing Xing has no siblings, business aunts and aunts. Although there are a few confidantes, they are always the first when they are "active". They wanted to prevent a woman from leading a child to cry after ten years. Let the children call the embarrassing scene of dad, but now they want to come and feel a little regretful, their Jing family has broken the incense.
He could also think about the benefits in a happier way-at least now he can still give himself a pillar incense, and he will come to worship himself. And his own grave was also built next to his father's grave, and once they saw it, it was worth it!
Look at the picture on his tombstone, how handsome ... uh! But why did I find such a picture that was not even taken to the neck or shoulders? Is it the certificate or something? ...
After careful consideration, Jingxing remembered that this might be a photo taken after a carnival. At that time, he was surrounded by a beautiful woman who was enjoying the blessing of being a human ... No wonder he lost both of his arms ... Anyway, What a magnificent man!
The thought of Jing Xing couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, as soon as his eye socket was shallow, tears came down.
He was a man in his life, and the man's position was to bleed and not cry, so the number of times he cried in his memory was very limited. But after all, he changed his body in this life, hormones are different, so of course he is more emotional than before-he can certainly find some reasons for himself.
The problem, however, was that he didn't expect to cry like a woman like this-twitching, shuddering, the first tears fell, and he felt that he couldn't control the tear glands and the crying pattern.
The people of Ji's family were in silence in front of the tomb, and they clasped their hands together to pray to the gods and Buddhas for the deceased or something. As a result, they heard the voice of the woman choking and choking.
Ji Pinchuan was in a deep heart, and he had a bad hunch. He quietly looked back, and really saw Lin Jingying there, crying, covering his mouth.
If I felt sorry for the deceased and cried, I reluctantly talked about the past, but her crying method was too sad and screaming, and it developed into tears and a snot.
Ji Pinchuan thought that this woman was going crazy again, and just about to reprimand her, and then hurried, his father Ji Cheng spoke.
"Assistant Lin, do you know Jingxing?"
Lin Jingming replied, "... No, not so much, too, too familiar with 555 ..." It's okay not to speak, tears burst into tears when he spoke, and then he cried louder, almost crying like Meng Jiangnv. The feeling of the grave.
The party looked slightly, Ji Pinchuan couldn't help, and scolded her, "I don't know why you cry like this? Almost."
He wanted to teach this woman and tell her: a woman with a self-respect will know how to manipulate her feelings, what kind of performance she will use, and just the right sadness and just the right tears, such as Mrs. Ji at this moment. And like Lin Jingying to cry on a grave to a strange man who can be said to be a lifeless person can only be depressing.
However, Lin Jingying didn't seem to control her own intentions. She crossed the crowd to the tombstone, stroked the photo, and said sadly, "I just, just feel ... sad!" With her hand on her chest, "Jingxing, how good A man! How young! How handsome! How sunny! ... Look! This head shape! This eyebrow shape! This face shape is impeccable! What a promising young talent! So many people love him ... How could this happen! "
The group said was stunned. Ji Pinchuan was furious, but he brought it with him, and he had to give it to him, explaining to his father, "I'm sorry, Dad, this woman is like this after being hit by a leather shoe in your head. Frequent nerves, don't you Mind. "
Ji Cheng only listened to such an explanation and said nothing.
Mrs. Ji walked over to support her, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and lamented, "Poor child, you can't be resurrected if you die. It would be nice if Nephew Jingshi knew you had this heart for him."
The gentle comfort of the older woman was exactly what Lin Jinglian needed. She turned back on Mrs. Ji's shoulder, crying loudly, "I am dead!" She cried inexplicably, dimly.
Suddenly there was a pain in her head, and she was torn from Mrs. Ji. Ji Pinchuan grabbed her very angrily: "You're enough! I didn't bring you here to make trouble! You give me almost!"
Lin Jinglian was shocked at once, then thought of his current identity, and forgot to cry, Hu Yan burst into tears, and then apologized.
Instead, Mrs. Ji said with relief, "Nothing, young girls are more sentimental. But you don't know that we don't know that you have that kind of mind for Jing Shi's nephew."
Ji Pinchuan glanced over, Lin Jingyi understood what kind of mind was referring to, and immediately felt misunderstood. He waved and said, "No, I am not ..."
Mrs. Ji did not wait for her to argue, patted her hand, and gave an "I understand" expression, "Again, the deceased is long gone. If you want to drive more, let him rest in peace."
Lin Jingbi blinked, looking at Mrs. Ji, and then looking at her Ji Pinchuan with disgusting and doubtful eyes, and then looking at her new grave not far away, she suddenly felt like she had messed up something.
You can't blame him, is this the first time someone has grave to himself? ... wait, what kind of people! Why should I call myself! !! I am a woman! I'm a woman from the inside out! !!
Lin Jingying suddenly crouched down and cried hummingly.
Some of the people at the scene began to hold back their gossip, and thought eagerly, "How much deep and wickedness can make a woman cry and cry after the death of her lover ... If they say that they are just Plato's relationship ... Who believes it ~ "
Only Ji Pinchuan was so angry that I thought the dead woman would be ashamed of me!
He certainly didn't believe that this idiot woman and Jing Xinghui who had just confessed to himself before the accident was a lover.
Cooperating with this sad and messy atmosphere, the wind began to blow, and then began to rain lightly. Ji Jiji held an umbrella on her head.
However, it was only that they received this treatment, and even Ji Pinchuan was a little caught off guard and exposed to the rain. Fortunately, the sacrifice was almost over, and the group walked down and flashed.
Lin Jingying cried all the way, her body was soggy and even colder when she was blown by the wind. She couldn't help but choke, and suddenly felt heavy when she got into the car. Then she felt pain in her stomach, and finally she couldn't help crying Squat down.
Ji Pinchuan thought she was going to make a joke again, and was impatiently about to be reprimanded, but saw that her face was pale, her teeth were tightly closed, her face didn't know whether it was tears or sweat, and she kept screaming. Shortened to pull her, "Hey! What's wrong with you?"
Lin Jingying's hands squeezed his sleeves, and the knuckles were all white. It seemed to be pained. "Take me to the hospital." She begged.
Ji Pinchuan saw her suddenly fell ill, and did not know if she had touched any old injuries. She anxiously hugged her. Who knew that her shoulder almost fell to the ground ... This woman might be a little fatter! ... or maybe you should go to the gym more to train your muscles.
He picked up the car a little bit hard all the way and planned to take her to the hospital. Before driving, Mrs. Ji told from the window: "Assistant Lin was injured only when he was implicated in this incident. Our Ji family has always been good to the people below, and you have to treat her better this time."
Ji Pinchuan responded slightly to the two sounds and quickly started the car on the road.
On the back seat, Lin Jingying was lying there, curled up, very painful, "It hurts! It hurts me!"
"What's wrong with me? Is it because the cemetery is overheated, and my physical and mental state is not stable enough, so I can enter the body with evil spirits ..." she thought anxiously.
She didn't even feel that pain when she died.