Chapter 1931: White lie

Following Meng Mozhen came to the yard, unlike the one who was just empty, there were no fewer than twenty or thirty people in the yard, there were men and women, old and young.
Seeing Meng Mozhen pushing the baby carriage out, a middle-aged man with a hair half-year-old about 40 or 50 years old first met: "Mo Mo, is another person talking to Grandpa? How many times have I said? Don't be too sad. If you fall ill, Grandpa will be uneasy."
"I know, two uncles." Meng Mo nodded with a wink.
"I know that you are a child, and I grew up watching you grow up." The middle-aged man was very pleased and nodded, and looked at the baby boy who was playing with jade in the stroller. "Sword Autumn is still so lively. ""
"Yeah." Meng Mozhen looked at his son and his face returned to the radiance of motherhood.
Li Xuehao followed her, but at the moment no one noticed him. Everyone’s eyes were on Meng Mozhen’s.
The middle-aged man approached two steps, his eyes slightly dodging, but he still asked: "Mo Zhen, the key that Grandpa gave you..."
"Uncle." Before he finished, Meng Mozhen interrupted. "Grandpa handed the keys to me for safekeeping. I placed it in an absolutely safe place and won't lose it."
The middle-aged man is a little embarrassed, but he thinks about the importance of the key. He can't care too much. "Mo Zhen, you have to take the child now, you still have a big belly, there is no way to deal with so many things, if you believe in the second uncle. The key is temporarily handed over to me for safekeeping. You can rest assured that when your child is born, I will hand over the key to your hand."
Listening to him seems to think completely about himself, Meng Mozhen did not have a little bit of action: "Uncle, my body is no problem, Jianqiu I am also prepared to ask for personal, and now there are not so many things, the opportunity to use the key and Not much." This is already a euphemistic rejection.
The middle-aged man's face is slightly gloomy: "Mo Mo, it's not the second uncle who wants you. You think, Jianqiu is still so small, how can you do without your care? If you don't feel relieved, every time I use the key How about returning to you?"
Meng Mozhen is still unmoved: "Uncle, if you want to use the key, you can come to me."
The three times was rejected twice, and the middle-aged man suddenly became angry: "Mo Zhen, are you so stubborn? The key is said to be handed over to you by my grandfather, but it is not yours. Everyone is named Meng. I am still the grandfather’s son, and the key should have a copy of me. Are you right?

"Uncle, you are right, everyone is surnamed Meng, the key is indeed the communist of our Meng family." Meng Mozhen did not deny to him, and looked at the Meng clan in presence, "but grandfather Since the key is handed over to me, it means that I am keeping it. He is no longer here. I can't violate his will."
"How do you love the horns!" The middle-aged man is in a hurry. "What is the difference between the key in your hand and in my hand? You are my relative, I am your uncle, and I know each other."
Meng Mozhen did not speak, she teased the child in the stroller, as if she did not hear what he said.
The middle-aged man could not understand the normal rhetoric. He threw out a reserve plan: "I propose to open the clan assembly and let everyone in the Meng family vote to decide who to keep the key."
"Yes, the meeting decided to vote."
"Vot, vote."
The people on the scene were just like the appointments. When they heard him, they expressed their support.
Meng Mo's brow wrinkled, this situation let her know that the second uncle has encouraged everyone, will let everyone support him so.
The middle-aged man raised his hands and gestured to stop the noise. When the voice was quiet, he continued to say: "Mo Hao, this is not the meaning of me alone. It is the voice of the entire Meng family. You can't listen to it.
"Uncle, this is what everyone means, or you mean it alone, I think you know better than anyone else." Seeing this point, Meng Mozhen couldn't care about tearing his face.
"I said what you mean. Do you think I want that key? I am thinking about the future of the entire Meng family. Don't forget, although your child is named Meng, everyone knows that he is actually a foreigner. Kind." The middle-aged man did not hesitate to disclose it.
Meng Mozhen was really stimulated, and the voice was sharp: "Two uncles, Jianqiu is my child. Is it that I am an outsider? Since he is born to me, he is a Meng family."
"Everyone knows that Gao Fei is a singer. If you follow the rules of a normal person's family, your child may not be surnamed Meng. Even if he inherits the inheritance, then his son's grandson is in front of him, but he can't get a grandson." Said without any scruples.
Meng Mo's eyes are red again: "Two uncles, Gao Fei has been going for half a year. Are you ironic to force our mother and son to die?"
The middle-aged man said: "You are my relatives and daughters, how can I do that, so that you give me the keys, this home is still yours, there is no change."
"Without the key, can I still be a master?" Meng Mozhen was very excited. The key was the most important thing. When she lost the key, she became a passerby in an instant. Don't say that it is a master. It is not bad to be driven away. .
"Can, who doesn't put you in the eye, I will clean up him." The middle-aged man said categorically.
But his guarantee is not convincing. Now it is said that once the key is in his hands, what he will do is only know.
"Uncle, we have no meaning in this argument. Please come back, I will talk to my grandfather." Meng Mozhen did not want to be intrigued with these people. In her opinion, only the grandfather was the most reassured.
"So, you want me to hold a clan assembly?" The middle-aged man's face sank.
"If you guys, I won't participate anyway." Meng Mozhen threw a word and turned and pushed the baby carriage away.
"Mo Hao cousin, you can't do this." A young man with a hippie smile came out of the crowd and blocked her way. "My father's words haven't finished yet. You can't ignore the whole family, and then let everyone Listen to you."
"This is the meaning of Grandpa!" Meng Mozhen stared at the young man in front of him. He was the son of the second uncle. He usually went idle, and he was a guy who was awkward.
"I don't know what Grandpa meant. After all, his old man has already left. When he made his will, only you and Evans lawyers were there. A few days ago, Evans had a car accident and now he became a vegetative person. We are also not sure whether the will is really in accordance with the grandfather's meaning." Young people will be sophistry, and there is a hint in the words, that is, the will is likely to be changed. .
"Meng Xiong, you say it again!" Meng Mozhen gritted his teeth, Grandpa is her most respected person, she will never allow someone to marry her to do sorry for Grandpa.
"Don sister, don't be angry, don't be angry, I just said a possibility. I know that the cousin will not do that, but Evans lawyer is hard to protect, maybe he will teach you to do something that should not be done. The matter." The young man said slyly.
Meng Mozhen was mad at the fists, and what was taught, clearly pointed out that everything was her instigation.
"Wow~~~~" The baby boy in the stroller suddenly burst into tears. This time, he grabbed the piece of jade, but he still kept crying.
"The cousin, Jianqiu is hungry." The young man smiled.
"I know." Meng Mozhen is of course more clear to his son. Usually, there will be a happy jade, but if Yu Pei will cry in his hand, he is already hungry.
Fortunately, she always keeps the milk brewed with milk powder, put it in the bicycle pocket of the stroller, and it is packed in a warm bottle.
The bottle was taken out of the car pocket. She tried the temperature first. It felt okay and she was fed to the child.
"Wait a minute." Li Xuehao said aside suddenly.
This screaming also moved the eyes of the Meng clan, who had only focused on Meng Mozhen, to him.
"Who are you?" The young man was the closest, first asked, he had never seen each other before.
Meng Mozhen even thinks that this vigilant teenager will speak at this time, and the feeding movement will slow down.
"Miss Meng, I advise you not to feed him, or you can make another bottle." Li Xuehao said faintly, from Meng Mozhen taking out the bottle, he noticed something is wrong, the main one is male. The entanglement of the baby's face is getting more and more intense, and it will erupt at any time. This change begins with Meng Mozhen picking up the bottle, so the milk brewed in this bottle must have problems.
"I don't understand what you mean." Meng Mozhen frowned at him, but this time the child did not cry, so she could force it.
"My meaning has been expressed very clearly, the milk in this bottle is still dumped." Li Xuehao said again.
Meng Mozhen's eyebrows are wrinkled. This boy has been telling strange things since the beginning. She doesn't know whether to listen to him, but the child doesn't cry anymore at this time. It seems to indicate that there is no need to breastfeed.
"Hey, you are an outsider, what is the fun here." The young man was angry and pointed to the kid who didn't know where it came from. He listened to his name to the cousin and knew that he was an irrelevant outsider.
"I came to mourn Mr. Meng Lao." Li Xuehao smiled faintly, ignoring the anger he almost wanted to choose.
"Then you can go, we don't welcome you." The young man's face screamed.
"Unfortunately, you can not welcome me, but it is useless, as long as Mr. Meng Lao welcomes me." Li Xuehao said faintly.
"No one here welcomes you, including my grandfather." The young man is furious, and this kid doesn't ask where is this place?

Is it?
Li Xuehao’s mouth twitched a meaningful smile.
Or, please ask Mr. Meng Lao to say something? Does he welcome me?

"It turned out to be a madman!" The young man thought that he was simply out of heart. "Come, drive him away!"
Seeing that there were two powerful Meng clan people coming out, Meng Mozhen suddenly opened his mouth and stopped their actions: "Don't move, he is my guest." Although the heart still keeps guard against this boy, but still keeps alert to this boy, Since it was a guest who was going to mourn the grandfather, she could not watch him being driven out by the wolverine.
"Mo愁 cousin, this is an outsider, still a madman, are you sure you want to defend him?" The young man looked at her with enthusiasm.
"My guest, only I can speak for him to leave!" Meng Mozhen also said coldly.
"Yes, your guest, I have no right to ask, but now we are discussing our own problems with Meng's own. It is not good for an outsider to be here," the young man said.
Meng Mozhen certainly knows that it is not good, but the current situation is not more reliable than the family. At least he will not want to bite a piece of meat from her like a wolf.
"I really have to say it, I don't have to be an outsider." As she hesitated, Li Xuehao stepped forward and came to the middle of the yard, glanced at the people around him and asked, "Is there someone outside the name of Meng?" ?"
Everyone doesn't know what he wants to do, and the young man is glaring at him: "There is only one of you."
"Then, I am relieved." Li Xuehao smiled slightly and reached out and waved at the door, only to hear a bang, and the two wooden doors automatically closed.
This magical scene is a surprise to the Meng clan.
"Miss Meng, rude." Before the crowd reacted, Li Xuehao reached out and pulled out a hair of Meng Mozhen who was not far from him. He grabbed it in his palm, closed his eyes, muttered something in his mouth, After the second kind, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in his mouth. "Meng Qiying, the soul is coming back!"
As the voice fell, there seemed to be something faintly spreading around the center of the yard.
The people around are also aware that they are not convinced that this young boy is not a big soul.
"What are you doing to pretend to be a ghost?" The young man pressed a little uneasiness in his heart and shouted loudly.
Li Xuehao did not look at him at all, and his look was solemn and solemn.
The weather began to wind up and the temperature began to decrease. Many people have already felt the coldness. The most obvious change is the clear sky with the sun shining brightly. It suddenly becomes dark and there is a thick black cloud above the head. , covering the sun coming from the top of my head.
This strange and astounding scene, the surrounding Meng Clan people have straightened their eyes, and their faces are more or less with a trace of fear.
Only Meng Mozhen’s face was faint and excited, and seemed to expect something to appear.
"呜~~~" The wind suddenly rushed up, and the dark clouds on the top of the head were thicker. Suddenly, a touch of black light smoke shot straight down from the dark clouds and landed in the center of the yard, turning into a translucent shadow. .
The phantom is medium-sized, with white eyes, wearing a white Tang suit, looking at the looks, exactly the same as the people in the portrait.
"Ah--" I saw this strange picture with my own eyes. The timid Meng clan has been soft on the ground, and the daring is also a double-war battle. The young man is even scared, and even the face is always calm. The middle-aged man also opened his mouth with a shock and fear on his face.
Everything in front of us is beyond the world view they know. Is that the soul of the old man?
Only Meng Mozhen has no fear in his eyes, and some only have excitement and joy.
The virtual shadow of the landing first looked around and found that it was the younger generation of the family. For a while, there was some sorrow: "Everyone is here, how can I be here?"
The people he saw were subconsciously shrinking, and the timid people had already fainted.
"Grandpa!" Meng Mozhen couldn't help but feel the excitement and joy in his heart and shouted out loud.
The virtual shadow looked at the sound, and the face suddenly changed into a pet: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry, Grandpa is here." He said, he lifted his foot and walked over, but lifted his foot I found out that I was able to walk in volley, and when I was shocked, I finally reacted. "I, I am already dead..."
"Grandpa!" Mengmo shed tears in the rain, excitedly ran forward, wanting to pounce into his arms, but the translucent phantom could not be in physical contact, she rushed an empty, smashed I almost fell a few steps.
But she is not discouraged, and she must pounce on her body.
"Miss Meng, you know that there is no point in doing that!" Li Xuehao suddenly awakened her, and there was a hint of aura in her voice.
Meng Mozhen almost collapsed, but knew that it was impossible to hug the grandfather who loved her in the past.
The virtual shadow took the initiative to float to her side, stretched a few hands, and could not catch her, this is no longer doing useless work, just said with distress: "Taro, don't cry, Grandpa is by your side."
"Wow--" Meng Mozhen cried like a child, crying heartbreaking.
Li Xuehao didn't stop her this time, knowing that she needed to vent, otherwise she was smoldering in the body, not good for her body. He looked at the illusion that was staring at him with amazement, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng Lao."
"You are?" The shadow is not a glimpse. He has never seen this boy, but listening to his tone, it seems that the other person is familiar with himself.

Remember the eleven old friends?
Li Xuehao asked.
"Ah--" The virtual shadow was first shocked, and then it was reflected, and the expression became excited. "Yes... Master, are you?"
"It's me." Li Xuehao nodded with a smile. "11" synthesizes a local character. This is the name that only two people know, because the two were chatting like this.
It is determined that the person in front of him is the immortal person he has been eager to see and see, and the illusion also vaguely understands why he will appear here: "Is the master you brought me back?"
"Yeah." Li Xuehao tapped his head and scanned the Meng clan in presence. "After you left, it was quite lively. I think only you can solve it."

Hot?
The virtual shadow frowned, and soon realized what happened, especially the surrounding Meng’s people showed an encirclement, faintly encircling his most beloved granddaughter, and he suddenly did not fight one place. Come, look at the middle-aged man in the crowd.
The middle-aged man was looked at with panic and fear. He slammed on the floor and slammed his mouth: "Dad, sorry, I am lost, I am sorry, I am wrong..."
"I know that your heart is not right. Isn't it enough for me to leave you? You still want to rob your niece?" The illusion of anger and anger, I can't wait to teach this unspeakable son.
The middle-aged man only knows how to fan his mouth and admit his mistakes. In the face of the old soul, he can't afford any rebellious heart.
"Enough, don't fight anymore, I warn you, if you remember the things of Shantou, I will not let you go to the ghosts!" said the shadow.
"No, Dad, I won't..." The middle-aged man shook his head again and again. He didn't want his dad to come to his bed every night to talk to him.
"And you, who dares to beat the girl's idea, I will not let you go!" The shadow also scanned the surrounding Mengzi people.
Everyone shook his head and said that he didn't dare.
"Mr. Meng Lao, there is one more thing." Li Xuehao said in a timely manner when he looked at the Mengshi people who were chilling.
"You please say, Master." Although the master in front of him is terrible, but the shadow knows that this may be the appearance of the master after rejuvenation. As a god, it is not surprising that he is immortal. Maybe he is older than him. It will be several times larger.
"You are not a natural death," Li Xuehao said.
This sentence is like a stone stun, not only shocking the surrounding Meng clan, but also making the illusion of anger: "Master, is it that I was killed?"
"There is a copy of what I have given you. You will be sick and painless for a lifetime. How can you die of heart disease? So someone has moved your hands and made you seem to have a heart attack." Li Xuehao looked at the baby boy in the stroller. On his hand, he still grabbed the little jade.
The virtual shadow knows what he is saying, and the master's words will never be fake. This makes him even more hateful: "Who is who wants me to live this life!" Finally, I stayed on the middle-aged man.
The latter suddenly became scared, and the body that just got up immediately smashed down: "Dad, heaven and earth conscience, you are my father, I am even more courageous, and I dare not make such a big thing."
"It is really not what he did." The black shadow is about to be angry. Li Xuehao said in a timely manner. Through the induction of the gods, he already knows who the murderer is behind the scenes, that is, the person hiding in the crowd and timid.
"It's you." He looked straight away. It was a small, middle-aged man. When Mr. Meng's soul appeared, he was always in the middle of the day, although he was not bloody. But it is entangled with a trace of resentment, which is the imprint that cannot be erased after the death of a person.
"No, not me, not me..." The thin middle-aged man quickly screamed loudly.
The shadow suddenly floated in front of him, staring at him: "Asheng, did you do it?"
The soul is at its feet, the thin middle-aged man finally collapsed: "I don't want to, uncle, I am unintentional, I don't know that medicine is so powerful, I just want you to lie in bed for a few days, who knows ......"
"Are you because I found out that the misappropriation of public funds?" Knowing who killed him is a real murderer, and the shadow also reminds him of his motives.
"Well, you are a beast, my dad is killing you!" As the son of the virtual shadow, the middle-aged man knew who was the real murderer, and picked it up from the ground and rushed to the thin middle-aged man. He stumbled on him with a kick, followed by a punch and kick.
The thin middle-aged man screamed again and again, and the illusion seemed to be a little unbearable. He said: "Enough, do you want to kick the dead?"
"Dad, it is he who killed you!" The middle-aged man still did not hate, although he also complained that his father gave the most important key to his niece, but he absolutely did not kill his father's thoughts, that is fundamental Not what people do.
"I already know, you kicked him, is it revenge for me? Stupid! Don't you go to jail if you kill yourself?" Although I really want to teach this son, but after all, it is his own flesh and blood, he also I don't want to watch him sink into it.
"Asheng, you tell me, are you really unintentional?" After the anger, the shadow does not want to be forced too much, it is also Meng's own person, or the son of his brother.
"Dar, I am really unintentional, please believe me! I am unintentional, I don't want to kill you..." The thin middle-aged man almost swears by the sky.
"If you really don't care, then you want to hurt Miss Meng's son. Is this also unintentional?" Li Xuehao added another sentence.
"What!" The people who heard it were all shocked. The thin middle-aged people changed their face and the whole person fell into despair.
"Big, Master, you mean, he wants to kill Jianqiu?" Meng Mozhen responded, and asked with a lingering heart.
"Well, he should have taken the medicine inside the bottle, which may be the kind of medicine that killed Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao nodded.
"Bee!" Meng Mozhen screamed. She did not doubt what the master said. She finally understood why he had just stopped feeding him. His heart was full of embarrassment. He dared not imagine what she would do if her son had an accident. Crazy things.
Under the illusion of illusion, it seems calm: "Asheng, you hurt me, it doesn't matter. I can forgive you for your father's sake, but you shouldn't harm the girl, let alone his child. "When he finished, he turned to the middle-aged man on the side and said, "If you want me to forgive you, I will send him to prison, and I will not come out in this life."
"Dad, don't worry, give it to me." Seeing the opportunity of redemption, the middle-aged man would miss it. He can't dare to hit the key idea now, and he hates the guy who killed his father.
Looking at the thin middle-aged man who was soft on the ground, the middle-aged man was full of disgust, greeted two people and took him away.
......
When the matter came to an end, Li Xuehao was invited into the hall, and the Meng clan also followed in, one by one, and sometimes he looked at his eyes with awe. This is a master who can evoke souls. The master, under his own eyes, can't be faked at all.
Standing in front of his own portrait, the phantom seems to be quite emotional.
"Master, please drink tea." Meng Mozhen came over with a cup of steaming tea. She was grateful to the master. If it weren't for him, she would never see her dearest grandfather again. Maybe even Jianqiu is gone.
"You're welcome." Li Xuehao took over the tea, and was not surprised by her predecessor. After encountering such a thing, anyone would have such a reaction.
"Meng Lao, I think the time you spend may not be so long, so if you have anything, you can say to your younger generation." Put the tea aside, Li Xuehao said to the shadow of the shadow.
"What, grandpa is leaving?" Meng Mo's heart was tight.
"Yes, I am no longer a person, can't stay with you forever, hoe." The shadow turned around, and the tone was accompanied by deep regrets and disappointment.
"I don't want my grandfather to leave." Meng Mo's eyes were red, and if it wasn't for the grandfather, she estimated that she would have to rush.
"Stupid children, we are separated by yin and yang, it is impossible to live together all the time, you only need to know that Grandpa has been protecting you around you."
Mengmo’s tears are raining, Grandpa just returned, and she has to leave, she may never see again.
"Stupid child, if you want to see me, you can find the master, then bring me back." Virtual shadow comforted.
Meng Mozhen heard hope in his eyes and turned to look at it: "Master, can you?"
Li Xuehao originally wanted to deny it, but when he saw the gaze of the virtual shadow, he nodded slightly: "If you want to see it, I can seduce again." In fact, he is very clear that this may be the last time the grandparents and grandchildren met. It is impossible to meet again.
However, when he heard his answer, Meng Mozhen was not so sad, and even more faintly revealed an excitement, which means she can often see Grandpa in the future.