Chapter 1289 Talking about graves (34)

After Yan Jin said this, he walked straight outside and said he was waiting for me in the parking lot.

I froze in place for a long time, feeling that the news just now was so shocking that I couldn't digest it at all.

Could it be that Yan Yu is really as scheming a woman as Yan Jin said?

No, the time I spent with Yan Yu wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, which is enough to prove that her character is not bad, and she doesn’t look like that kind of scheming woman!

After being stunned for three or four minutes, I planned to look for Yan Yu directly. At this moment, a noise came out. I frowned slightly, turned my head and looked over there, and found a group of people standing not far away.

Young men and women, holding mobile phones in their hands, were taking pictures of a grave, talking and laughing.

I frowned, Mad, who is this person? How could he go to people's graves and take random pictures, and he was talking and laughing.

Without any hesitation, I walked over there. Before I could get to them, I heard a voice coming over. I looked at the voice and found that it was a woman of seventeen or eighteen years old. She looked quite pure and had an upper body.

It was a light yellow T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with white edges. She was on the phone and said excitedly: "Xiaowen, do you know, I finally found Huang Jiaju's tomb."

"Really, I didn't lie to you!"

"You don't believe it?"

"Okay, I'll take pictures for you now!"

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but the place we appeared was not outside, but in the parking lot. My aunt and Yan Jin were standing by the car as if they were talking about something. When she saw us walking over, her face lit up.

, just as I was about to come over, I shook my head at her and signaled her not to come over.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as the three of them met, Yan Jin's expression suddenly changed. She stared blankly at the woman who had called before and said sternly: "Why did you come to Hong Kong?"

I wasn't in the mood to pay attention to them. After all, Yan Yu's matter was still bothering me, but sometimes it's strange. The more you don't want to cause trouble, the more trouble will come to you.

Hearing this, I was slightly startled. I had always heard Joyce talking about Wong Ka-Kui before, but I didn’t expect to see his tomb at the Tseung Kwan O Chinese Permanent Cemetery. With some respect, I walked towards the tomb.

I went over and looked up and saw that there was indeed a photo of Huang Jiaju on the tombstone.

I hummed, said nothing, and prepared to follow them.

I thought about it for a moment, and she was probably hinting to me not to follow them. I felt warm in my heart, smiled at her, and followed those people outside without saying a word.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people consciously put away their mobile phones, bowed respectfully, and then gradually left.

Seeing this, I sighed. As a human being, you should not be too cowardly, otherwise, you will only be bullied.

I said oh, not sure if I was overthinking it or what happened, I thought that the woman's appearance might make the whole thing clearer.

I shrugged, not taking these words to heart at all, and looked towards the people beside me. I don’t know if my action just now scared them, or what happened, but those people subconsciously tightened their grip.

He picked up his crotch, lifted up the man squatting on the ground, and stepped back.

When my aunt saw me walking over, she asked me a few concerned questions, basically asking me if I was injured and if I wanted to go to the hospital.

The woman's expression was exactly the same as Yan Jin's. She stared at Yan Jin without saying a word.

"Oh! You're quite arrogant!" The man cursed angrily and waved to the side. Several people came towards me, looking at their posture as if they wanted to beat me up.

"Really?" I shrugged.

As the people gradually left, in less than a minute, only the woman who had called before and seven or eight young people were left.

At that moment, I asked my aunt, "Do you know that woman?"

I glanced at the man, said nothing, and opened his arm. The man seemed not to expect that I would do this, and stared at me in disbelief: "Uncle, do you know who I am?"

No, I had only taken less than three steps when the young man from before came over and put his arm around my shoulders, "Uncle, let's go outside and chat?"

I glanced at the person who spoke, who was in his mid-twenties, in confusion, and said, "What do you want to pay?"

At this moment, the young man grabbed me by the collar and sneered: "Uncle, it was hard to beat you in front of the grave just now. Now that you are here, let me teach you how to be a qualified Hong Kong citizen."

I ignored him and walked straight towards the people who were taking pictures beside me, and said in a cold voice: "If you really like Huang Jiaju, please come to worship and pay tribute sincerely, don't do anything in the name of worship.

Taking pictures, showing off in all kinds of ways, this is not a place to show off, there is no even the most basic respect, what are you doing here? Get the hell out of here!"

I didn't bother to follow them, so I raised my hand and punched the leader in the eyes, followed by a right hook on his temple, and then kicked him in the crotch.

As soon as I said this, many people laughed and grabbed me by the collar, "Get out of here if you don't pay me!"

She frowned, "I heard from Jin'er before that that woman seemed to be her relative, but she didn't say what kind of relative she was."

I walked over and was about to bow to show respect. Seven or eight young people walked over, wearing fancy clothes. They grabbed my arm and said sternly: "Uncle, is this tomb what you said?"

Just pay my respects, have you paid?"

Suddenly, I felt someone pull me from behind. When I turned around, I saw that it was the woman who called me before. The woman looked at me anxiously and wanted to say something, but she was a little scrupulous and could only keep using her hands on me.

eyes.

I only heard a scream of "ah". The man squatted down, covered his crotch tightly, stared at me ferociously, and said intermittently in standard Hong Kong-style Cantonese: "You... are dead.

, I will definitely kill you later!"

Just then, the woman who called earlier came towards me.

At the same time, my aunt and Yan Jin also came over.

When I saw this situation, I was really puzzled. Could it be that Yan Jin and that woman were old acquaintances? Impossible. From the tone of the woman's previous phone call, she should be like me. It was her first time here.

Yan Yu said, Yan Jin has been staying in Hong Kong these years, how did they meet?

With this doubt, I walked towards my aunt.

I replied a few words casually, keeping my eyes on Yan Jin and the woman, and found that their eyes were facing each other and neither of them spoke. However, I could see something from their eyes. These two people must have a lot of grudges.

deep.

Just as I was stunned for a moment, the woman slowly said: "Sister, don't stare at me like this. You and I have already severed all ties with each other."

When I heard this, I was confused, sister? What is going on? Is that woman also Yan Jin's sister? If that is the case, do Yan Yu and this woman know each other?

"Oh, what a great end of friendship. If your father hadn't abandoned my mother back then, my mother wouldn't have become like this, nor would she have died young. All of this was caused by your family." Yan Jin's expression changed.

He rushed towards the woman suddenly.

How could I dare to hesitate and come to Yan Jin immediately? Before I could say anything, Yan Jin said something, which made me stare at her in disbelief as if I was struck by lightning. This... this... this is impossible, absolutely impossible.
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