Spear Teacher

"Mmmmm..."

Old Zhao, who saw the clue, wanted to warn immediately, but the strong old man covered half of his face tightly, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

He could only wave his hands in the direction of the grave.

It was noon, and the strong sunlight made people dizzy.

I don't know if the old man's eyes are blurry, or he is stimulated by this strange experience, or he is eager to miss his daughter.

He continued to say warmly to Jiang Qiyu who was standing there:

"Wanyi, you...you should stand there, stand there and let Dad take a good look at you."

Looking at his graceful daughter in front of him, the old man couldn't help but feel disappointed:

"Alas...so many years have passed, Wanyi, you are still so...so..."

After a pause, he thought of the right adjective:

"You are still so young."

"Mmmmm...mmm!!!"

Jiang Qiyu didn't know how to react at this time, and turned to look at Yu Xiaoyu who was still squatting under the grave.

But he found that her legs were numb because she had been squatting for too long, and she was sitting on the ground with a grin on her face, pinching her legs.

"Master..."

As a last resort, the bodyguards surrounding the two could not bear it any longer.

He used his skill to save the housekeeper Zhao, whose face was flushed, from the clutches of the master.

"Master!"

As soon as Zhao regained his freedom, he immediately panted and pointed at the somewhat bewildered Jiang Qiyu:

"Look carefully, Master! She is not a lady!!!"

"...... Not Wan Yi?"

The old man was suddenly stunned by his words, and was stunned for a moment before he looked at "Wan Yi" with doubtful eyes against the dazzling sunlight...

"......"

After observing carefully for a long time, he blinked his sore eyes and turned his gaze to Zhao, and said with a look of sudden realization:

"You are talking nonsense, I don't believe it."

"......"

Zhao had no choice but to use his elbow to nudge the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard nodded after receiving the signal:

"Master, that young lady..."

He was halfway through his words when he remembered that he had never seen the young lady who had long since passed away, so he could only tell the truth:

"It is indeed a person."

"..."

Now it was Jiang Qiyu's turn to be speechless.

After these few minutes of ups and downs, her little brain that was not often used had roughly understood the situation of this family.

In order to prove that she was not a fake corpse or a resurrection, she took two steps forward and stopped only when she walked into the shade of the tree.

She stood there openly so that the old man could see her appearance clearly.

"You..."

The old man frowned, pushed aside the bodyguard in front of him and took a step forward to take another closer look.

The girl in front of him smiled faintly. Although the charm between her eyebrows and eyes was very similar to that of Wan Yi in the past, upon closer inspection, the two looked very similar in spirit but not in form.

Just now, she looked like a cut from the same mold as Wan Yi.

But when he looked closer, the child was more beautiful and charming than Wan Yi, and less gentle and obedient.

When the old man saw the girl's appearance, his eyes, which were originally shining, suddenly dimmed a little.

His voice was also mixed with loneliness that was difficult to conceal:

"......Not Wan Yi."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, including Jiang Qiyu.

She smiled at the lost old man:

"Grandpa, I——"

How coincidentally, just when she was about to introduce herself and take the initiative to admit her crime.

A very light, sad and long voice suddenly came out from the grave that no one had noticed:

"Hey~~~~Yo~~~~"

When this voice came out, except for the old man who was still immersed in disappointment, everyone else's scalp tightened.

"!!!"

Old Zhao and the bodyguards immediately tensed up and stared at the seemingly motionless grave.

But the old man didn't notice, and frowned slightly at the strange girl in front of him.

He wanted to ask, but for some reason he unconsciously slowed down his tone:

"What's your name?"

"Ah?"

Fearing that she would be misunderstood again, Jiang Qiyu waved her hands:

"I didn't, it wasn't me!"

After that, she turned sideways and pointed at the grave:

"It was she who called just now!"

"——"

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger——

But they saw a slightly shorter figure slowly emerging from behind the grave, and limped over in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"......"

Looking at Yu Xiaoyu, who was walking with a grin on his legs, with red eyes and suspicious water stains on his face, Jiang Qiyu closed his eyes.Then he forced a smile and turned to look at the family in front of him again:

"She's with me."

——

Ten minutes later.

Sitting in the wheelchair again, the old man covered his legs with a small blanket and looked calmly at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him:

"You said, her name is Jiang Qiyu?"

"Yeah."

As soon as she nodded honestly, Lao Zhao next to her couldn't wait to speak:

"So you ate the tribute fruit!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu scratched his head with an embarrassed look:

"I ate it, but it was actually just one..."

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the housekeeper.

"That's nothing."

Old Zhao didn't mean to blame, and waved his hand casually:

"In the past, it was placed here after the memorial service, and it was also for the birds and beasts on this mountain to eat."

As he said, he looked at the tombstone and recalled:

"The ecological environment here is good, and there are often wild squirrels and monkeys and other small animals. When the young lady was a child, she liked to come to this mountain to feed them. After she left... this thing has never stopped."

Someone from the manor comes here to clean up every week, and every time they put fresh fruits in front of the tomb to feed the birds and beasts.

Just think of it as a continuation of what the young lady has been doing.

But after hearing what the housekeeper said, Jiang Qiyu felt even more uncomfortable.

She really deserves to die...

Just now I was busy asking Cyber ​​Bodhisattva for his opinion, but I didn't expect that a female Bodhisattva lived here.

Others feed monkeys with fruits, but she snatches fruits from Maluo to feed herself...

"You said..."

Seeing her bitter face, the old man couldn't help but speak again:

"You are at the foot of the mountain, filming?"

Jiang Qiyu put away her bitter face and nodded seriously:

"Yeah."

"I know about this."

Only then did Old Zhao remember:

"A man came to the manor half a month ago and said he wanted to rent a place from us, but you and the young master and the young master were not there at the time, so I refused on my own initiative."

Old Zhao has managed the manor for decades, so he still has this right.

"Yeah."

The old man nodded and said nothing.

Then he turned his head to look at the girl who made a mistake in front of him, and after hesitating for a long time, he took the initiative to speak:

"Do you... have parents?"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu was stunned, and blurted out subconsciously:

"Are you... polite?"