The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 41 Jiang is three years old

"Mother, it was your daughter who failed you. At the beginning, you saw that his mind was not right, because your daughter shouldn't be ignorant of your opinion. It is said that parents eat more salt than their daughter eats rice. It turns out that it is true." The old man's eyes were harsh. , Young people lost their eyes by love, how can they see the whole thing.

  Now seeing her mother blaming herself, the woman couldn't help crying.

  The woman raised her hand and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

  At this moment, everyone has carried the coffin down the mountain, ready to transport it back to Zhu's family for the funeral.

  Fortunately, there are so many enthusiastic neighbors. When I arrived at the door of Zhu's house, white silk was hung up everywhere. Someone has already blew up suona.

  Little Huailu raised her head, looking at her with round eyes. Followed her all the way down the mountain, glanced, glanced again, hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.

  "You don’t have to persuade me. I have actually figured it out over the past eight years. It is the inhumane I met and the wrong person."

   "It's a pity that my son has not opened his eyes to take a look at the world, so he suffered such a disaster." The woman cried and sobbed, and those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

  Little Huailu opened his mouth again, his little face was full of hesitation, and he hadn't spoken yet.

  The woman took it again.

   "Thank you, little girl, I know you want to comfort me. I..." Before the woman's voice, Xiao Huailu glanced at her brother secretly, but he didn't notice it.

   cautiously, full of gossip, put Xiao Pang's hand on his lips.

   Block the corners of the lips.

   "I just wanted to ask, do you have any thoughts when you look at yourself lying in the coffin?"

  The little girl's eyes were round, her eyes flashing with dazzling light.

  Bright and beautiful.

  Of course, the air of gossip is also coming.

  Little Zhu's? ? ?

  Suddenly, suddenly I don’t know what to say.

  You **** don’t even let gossip about a ghost? !

  At this moment, I walked to the gate of Zhu's house, and there was a thick white silk hanging on the gate of the small courtyard. The suona was blowing and beating inside, and everyone went in to help.

   "It's an honor to be able to participate in my own funeral, Miss Sister." Xiao Huailu curled her hands into a small trumpet, and talked to the woman secretly.

  The woman stood in her mourning hall, and she was a bit sentimental at first.

Inexplicable……

  There was such a strange honor.

  Ah, what a ghost she is honored to be!

  She was murdered, tragically divided.

  The woman looked at her sadly.

  "Why do I feel so cold all over, the deer should we go back first, right?" Jiang Huaian rubbed his hands, only feeling the shady next to him.

  Obviously, in this summer, why do you still feel shady?

   "Oh, blame me. I was shocked just now, but I forgot to cover your eyes. Deer, aren't you afraid?" Jiang Huaian just remembered that his sister is only three years old now.

  I'm afraid that she will be scared to death.

   "Why are you afraid?" Xiao Huailu looked at him with a confused expression.

  Isn’t sister standing next to him?

   Jiang Huaian touched the back of his head and thought, too, how old is his younger sister? I don't know the meaning of death yet.

  Dang even said: "Then you must not add to the chaos. We are neighbors with Grandma Zhu, and grandma is widowed. There are many inconveniences. I will ask my mother to help." Besides, this person has to come and give a gift when he leaves.

  How did he know that her sister's eyes were wider than he thought.

  This will be talking to the deceased about which dish is the best at the funeral, waiting to eat the dead man’s meal.

   "It's a pity that my mother is not in the mood today, otherwise the dead man's meal made by my mother is a must." The woman shook her head, probably because she had been dead for too long, her hostility had disappeared.

  I have been holding back for too long, and now I’m chatting with Jiang Sansui.

  Although...

  This topic revolves around her death.

  The blame is embarrassing.

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  (End of this chapter)