Yue Er told him the story and said in a muffled voice, "The young master's eyes feel like he is going to kill someone, it's so terrible."

"I didn't ask you to tell the young master quickly, who told you to take your own initiative? You know it's going to be dead now." Yue Yi said helplessly.

Yue Er's intestines regretted it, "How could I know it would be so serious?"

Yueyi turned his tone and saw through, "Your pig brain, can't you still see clearly? Now for the young master, nothing is more important than Qiao Luo."

Yokogami frowned and rarely said anything back.

"Okay, hurry up and handle the matters in Yuecheng, and let's talk about other things when you come back." Yue Yi said.

Yue Er nodded and hung up the phone.

Alas, he is too difficult.

...

It was dark and the drizzling rain caught everyone off guard.

Fortunately, Qiao Luo arranged everything first. After leaving the airport, there were already cars waiting outside.

After getting into the car, Qiao Luo raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat, took out his cell phone, and a large string of missed phone calls popped up.

They were all called by Long Beijue.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, she turned off her cell phone, then closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

There was speechless all the way, and a heavy atmosphere permeated between them.

Grandma Chang’s hometown is in a remote small village in Shuijing City.

The roads in the small village were difficult to walk, and the cars couldn't get in, so Qiao Luo and his group had to get down and walk.

"Go here." Qiao Luo held the map in one hand and studied the route carefully.

Qiao Yuan and his third sister followed her, with Grandma Chang's ashes wrapped in her arms. Qiao Yuan was very careful every step he took.

After entering the village, there were few people inside, almost all the elderly left behind.

Qiao Luo found the place where Grandma Chang had been saying that she had been selling mung bean cakes and led Qiao Yuan and the others over.

"Old man, I want to buy mung bean cake and fill me with three bags." Qiao Luo said in a warm voice.

It was like the first time I saw someone coming outside, and the old man looked at them with muddy eyes.

He responded and took a look at them secretly while filling the bag with mung bean cake.

The old man was old, but his hands and feet were very flexible, so he quickly packed the mung bean cake, "Okay, twenty-five."

Qiao Luo reached out to take it, took out a fifty piece from his backpack and put it on the table.

"Keep the change, please."

As she said that, she reached out to take the bag and turned around and left.

Qiao Yuan and his third sister looked at each other and followed.

Behind him, the old man picked up the fifty yuan and looked surprised.

He shook his head. The people in the city were just generous and could buy some wine and meat to satisfy their cravings today.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on his face.

The tombstones of the villagers are all placed on the hills to the west.

It rained, the ground was muddy, and the road was very difficult to walk.

When Qiao Luo and the other two found the tombstone of Grandma Chang’s husband, their trousers were wet.

She took the umbrella, handed it to her third sister, and then walked forward with her backpack.

She glanced at the tombstone of Grandma Chang’s husband. Grandma Chang had just arrived a few days ago, and the grass around the graves was cleaned up by her.

But in a few days, things have changed.

Qiao Luo withdrew his gaze, walked to the side, and began to work on Grandma Chang's tombstone.

The three of them worked hard for a long time, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the three of them were wet.

Qiao Luo used his sleeve to wipe off the rain from his face, looked at the erected tombstone, and bent down and bowed.

Seeing this, Qiao Yuan and his third sister also bowed together.

"Grandma Chang, you have a good rest and we will come to see you." Qiao Yuan said with a sob.
Chapter completed!