The woman's brows twitched, and she was about to have an attack, "Xiao Zhao."
The man with black-framed glasses stopped her outburst, "Let's call first."
"Mr. Xiao Xiao has his own reasons for asking you to do this."
The woman endured it, knowing of course that the other party must have some reason for asking her to do this.
However, before asking someone to do something, can you speak clearly?
It's really frustrating to feel so unclear.
The woman tried to dial the number with some anger.
His finger suddenly stopped on the number.
"..."
She was about to call before she realized a very important question.
"that-"
The woman turned to look at Xiao Xiao and the man with black-rimmed glasses, her face full of confusion, "What should I say?"
You can't just go straight to the point and ask people if you have encountered any trouble at home as soon as the phone is connected, right?
No matter how you think about it, this is too strange, right?
They might all be suspected of having evil intentions.
If she suddenly received such a call from someone she was not familiar with, she would definitely be wary.
Thinking about it this way, her hand on top of the phone screen seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't press it down.
...
The man with black-rimmed glasses frowned and couldn't think of any good words for a while.
He couldn't help but look at Mr. Xiao Xiao.
The woman turned to look at Mr. Xiao Xiao almost at the same time as him.
This call was made by Mr. Xiao Xiao.
Then, the current dilemma should also be solved by the other party.
"Mr. Xiao Xiao, you-"
"Hey, aren't you the little girl who came to attend Rongrong's funeral the day before yesterday?"
A sudden voice interrupted the woman's next words.
Everyone looked at the sound.
She is a middle-aged woman around forty years old and slightly fat.
She looked at Gu Xiaozhao in surprise, "Why are you here again?"
"It's not easy to come in here."
"Did something fall here?"
"no."
The woman subconsciously denied it and then regretted it again.
Everyone has come up with a reason for her. What is she denying?
"No, that..."
The woman twitched the corners of her mouth, and the smile she showed was a bit stiff and unnatural.
Her mind was spinning rapidly, trying to come up with a reasonable reason for her being here.
"I asked her to bring me here."
Xiao Xiao's opening made everyone look at him.
"Oh, it's a new face."
The middle-aged woman's gaze swept across Xiao Xiao's face, then looked at the man with black-rimmed glasses, "No, they are two strangers."
"Hello, aunt."
Xiao Xiao smiled gently, "I am Rongrong's friend."
This name was what he heard the person opposite say just now.
"I just learned about her death today, so I asked Gu Xiaozhao to bring me to burn incense for her."
"That's it."
The middle-aged woman suddenly realized it, and then said with some emotion: "That child Rongrong has been popular since she was a child."
"There is hope again."
"Who would have thought..."
"Fortunately Rongrong has a younger brother, otherwise..."
"I wonder if the old Zhang family can tolerate a white-haired person sending a black-haired person?"
There was a hint of sympathy and sadness in the middle-aged woman's eyebrows.
...
"However, there is no resurrection after death."
The middle-aged woman shook her head, "People always have to look forward."
"The old Zhang family lost a daughter."
"But I still have a son."
"You will never be left homeless."
...
"That kid is still in school."
"I have been extremely skinny since I was a child."
"But when I saw that kid the day before yesterday, he seemed to be a completely different person."
"I have matured a lot all of a sudden."
...
"The old Zhang family still has hope."
"They want to see that kid get married and start a family, and they want to have grandchildren."
The middle-aged woman muttered vaguely.
Xiao Xiao did not interrupt the other party, but listened quietly.
...
"By the way, are you going to Lao Zhang's house?"
The middle-aged woman suddenly asked, "Does the little girl still know the road?"
"I'll take you there."
"No, Auntie, we're not going."
Xiao Xiao's answer surprised the middle-aged woman.
Aren't you going to Lao Zhang's house?
"This is not the right time for a stranger like me to come visit you."
"And when the time comes to talk about Rongrong, I'm afraid it will make the two elders sad."
...
"Are you okay, second brother?"
"Is everything okay after the funeral?"
Xiao Xiao asked with concern.
"What a considerate kid."
The middle-aged woman praised, then sighed slightly, "That's it."
"Nothing."
"It will probably take a while to get over the shadow of Rongrong's death."
"But it's okay."
The middle-aged woman laughed and said, "Their boy has been with them these days."
"They will slowly recover."
"It's only been a few days since I heard it, and I already miss Lao Zhangtou's loud voice."
"That's good."
Xiao Xiao's eyebrows curved slightly, "It's good that they are fine."
"I shouldn't bother them at this time."
"I'll just go and see Rongrong."
"Want me to lead the way?"
"The road to the cemetery on the mountain is not easy."
Faced with the middle-aged woman's enthusiastic suggestion, Xiao Xiao declined on the grounds that Gu Xiaozhao knew the way and it was not easy to trouble the other party.
The middle-aged woman did not insist, and after chatting with Xiao Xiao for a few more words, she said goodbye to everyone.
...
Watching the middle-aged woman disappear at the end of the path, Xiao Xiao turned to look at the woman and said, "Let's go to your friend's cemetery."
"......ah?"
The confused woman and the man with black-rimmed glasses blinked and looked at each other.
Then, the woman responded dully.
...
"Aren't you going to my friend's house?"
The woman's voice was slightly higher pitched.
She thought that what Mr. Xiao Xiao said just now was just to deal with the aunt.
Is it actually true?
But wasn't it Mr. Xiao Xiao who said she wanted to go to her friend's house in the first place?
This is what they came here for.
Why did you suddenly stop going again?
"Why don't you go again?"
"besides-"
The woman suddenly thought of the previous situation, "Do I still need to make a phone call?"
"No need to fight."
Looking at the woman's increasingly puzzled face, Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "That aunt has already told me what I want to know."
"There's no need to make a phone call."
"There's no need to go to your friend's house."
"Now, let's go to your friend's grave."
...
woman:......
I always feel that Mr. Xiao Xiao said it as if he didn’t.
She was still confused.
She looked at the man with black-rimmed glasses and was not surprised to find that he had the same look as her.
She took a deep breath.
never mind.
She had a hunch that as long as she arrived at Rongrong's graveyard, all the questions she had accumulated until now...at least most of her doubts would be answered.
In this case, she is not in a hurry to get to the bottom of it now.
"Mr. Xiao Xiao, follow me."
The woman leads the way.
Xiao Xiao and the man with black-rimmed glasses followed immediately.
...
As the aunt said before, the cemetery in Zhangjiacun is on the mountain.