In order to move into her new home as soon as possible, Mr. Han asked Dai Meng to buy five air purifiers, three of which surrounded her Simmons bed, as she did not want to inhale more formaldehyde.
Within a week, Mr. Han even found a formaldehyde testing company to conduct more than 20 tests at his home. The formaldehyde testing company couldn’t bear to make such money.
I just put some paint on a small area, and the newly purchased furniture is also formaldehyde-free.
Even if it does have a bit of a smell, it won't bother you if you smoke it.
If you're so afraid of death, don't live in this dangerous building.
Compared with formaldehyde poisoning, the risk of being crushed to death by a collapsed building is much greater.
At midnight.
A gloomy cemetery.
A pair of young men and women shuttled among them, looking for someone to kowtow to.
Mr. Han was wearing cool black clothes, carrying a trillion yuan in his left hand, and a beauty in a car in his right hand, full of sincerity.
"You haven't found it yet?" Mr. Han's body tightened.
After going back and forth for almost half an hour, Mr. Han was too stressed.
"It's almost time." Zhang Ruoyu concentrated his energy and frowned. "It's been ten years since I came here, and things have changed. Give me some more time."
"Even if there are renovations here, the layout of the mausoleum will definitely not be changed." Mr. Han was frightened and became a little unhappy. "Have you been here before? You can't even find your parents' graves anywhere?"
"The last time I came here was ten years ago. Ten years of ups and downs. How many joys, sorrows, and joys have I experienced? How many things are hidden in my heart?" Zhang Ruoyu said solemnly. "Is it strange that I don't remember the specific location?"
Mr. Han twitched the corner of his mouth and leaned closer to Brother Zhang, a little afraid that some good man would take a fancy to him and drag him down to become a ghost bride.
"Finally I found it!"
Zhang Ruoyu trembled and strode towards a corner.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, wait for me!" Mr. Han followed closely, his face turned pale.
The couple came to a conjoined tombstone. Because it was too dark, Mr. Han turned on his mobile phone and illuminated a half-meter radius.
On the tombstone, there are ten big characters written clearly.
On the left is Zhang Ruoyu's father, and on the right is Zhang Ruoyu's mother.
Other than that, there is nothing superfluous on the tombstone, not even a name, and no indication of who paid for the tombstone...
"Twenty years." Zhang Ruoyu stared deeply at the tombstone with his dark eyes and said word by word. "Do you know how I have lived these twenty years?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense!
"Dad, Mom!"
Plop!
Xuebao simply knelt down in front of the tombstone, crying and squeezing out two tears: "My daughter-in-law is here to see you, the second elder!"
Then he started burning paper money, burning luxury cars, and burning handsome men and beautiful women.
The paper figures are all customized according to popular and top models in the entertainment industry, and they are absolutely in line with the aesthetics.
Zhang Ruoyu was a little dumbfounded for a moment when he saw Mr. Han enter the state instantly.
This bitch has become a mere iceberg CEO.
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu lit three cigarettes, bowed, placed two cigarettes on the left and right, held one in his mouth, and squatted aside to help Xuebao burn gold ingots.
While mourning, Mr. Han rambled: "You two elders, don't worry, as long as I'm here, the Zhang family's incense will never be cut off! I dare not say if there are more, three or five must be arranged!"
Zhang Ruoyu quietly burned money and smoked, without disturbing Mr. Han's interest.
He actually wanted to tell Mr. Han that the tombstone was actually empty.
Regardless of whether it was mom or dad's body, neither was found. Stuffed in the urn were a set of mom's cosmetics and a few changes of dad's underwear.
She was so immersed in mourning that the two old men might not be able to hear her.
Bang bang bang!
Mr. Han kowtowed three times, his forehead turning a little red.
Then he wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and said loudly: "Dad, Mom, you two are living here down-to-earth. If you need anything down there, you can always give Brother Zhang a dream. Whatever Brother Zhang can do, I will do it. Brother Zhang
Even if I can’t do it, I can do it!”
After crying and mourning, and burning handsome men and beautiful women, Mr. Han stood up and bowed deeply again.
"Brother Zhang, why don't you knock me?" Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang who was smoking silently.
"I've already done it in my heart." Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette.
"Oh." Mr. Han didn't force Brother Zhang.
I haven’t come to worship in ten years.
Brother Zhang must be very sad in his heart, so Mr. Han will not rub salt into the situation.
After chatting in front of the tombstone for a while, Mr. Han couldn't help but ask: "Why don't our parents even have their names engraved on it?"
"One is named Ma Xiuling and the other is named Zhang Guoqing." Zhang Ruoyu told Xuebao the names of his parents and said calmly, "They may have confessed something before they died."
Mr. Han raised his eyebrows: "Zhang Ruoyu's father and mother are actually quite charming. Among so many tombstones, they are also very explosive and unique."
"Let's go, it's really scary here." Zhang Ruoyu's eyes wandered, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he kept glancing behind Mr. Han.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Han's scalp was numb and his body was trembling. "What did you see?"
"It seems like a shadow flashed past." Zhang Ruoyu rubbed his head. "I wonder if I have been hallucinating because I have been inhaling too much formaldehyde recently."
Mr. Han's whole body was numb with fear.
He held Brother Zhang's arm tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Let's go, hurry up."
Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and helped Mr. Han, whose legs were obviously a little weak, out of the cemetery.
After getting in the car, Mr. Han immediately used Bluetooth to play the song "Into the New Era" to ward off evil spirits.
Brother Zhang started the car and glanced sideways at Mr. Han: "Mr. Han, your body has entered a new era, but your mind is still stuck in the old society."
"Nonsense, my father-in-law is the holder of the Dragon Soul Order and a national hero. What's wrong with me playing a song in memory of my father-in-law?" Mr. Han said firmly.
"My mother was a master of all five kinds of poison. She spent her days either hanging out in mahjong parlors or gambling in underground gambling houses. Why don't you also play a song in memory of her?" Brother Zhang was not in a sad mood.
Twenty years have passed and Brother Zhang has long since given up.
After listening to the song, Mr. Han purified his soul. After concentrating for a long time, he gave his mother-in-law a song that was the invincible theme song of Young and Dangerous: "Superstar in Troubled Times".
Along with the explosive music, Mr. Han opened the car window and let the strong wind blow in his face, and the atmosphere was high.
In my mind, the image of my mother-in-law who was heroic and brave and gambled her wealth came out.
