Except for when she was facing Fang Zhongyu and when she held her second uncle's hand in a panic just now, although she was worried, she was now sitting dignifiedly on the chair, holding her hands tightly, and did not make a fuss out of worry at all.
I held my chin and thought for a while, maybe this is the kind of education that adults often say?
Fang Zhongyu and his grandfather were still looking at things. Every time he looked at someone, he would get a shout of approval and praise, and then he would take back a kid and float back into the hall.
"Humph, what's so good about that?" Lulu hummed, sitting next to me, folding her arms.
Fang Zhongyu stood in front of us, with bloodshot eyes, looking at his grandpa seriously: "Yun Nuanting, do you think my grandpa will really get retribution? He is already so old."
"Not sure." I scratched my head, "I'll ask my second uncle later."
I was watching another ghost who looked like a scholar in Tsing Yi, letting go of his big mouth and getting down from the neck of the next pilgrim, when my arm was suddenly grabbed.
I turned my head and saw Fang Zhongyu's pale face. He pointed at my gauze with his other finger: "Why can you see ghosts?"
"I……"
Lulu raised her eyebrows and pulled Fang Zhongyu back: "What are you doing? Do you care whether others can see ghosts?"
Fang Zhongyu let Lulu pull him, lowered his head, and whispered: "I want to see it too, I want to see if my grandpa is really what your second uncle said, what if it's not..."
...It turns out that Fang Zhongyu was worried that his grandfather would suffer retribution, so he had a little expectation in his heart and wanted to see it with his own eyes.
I kind of sympathize with him.
Lulu was the same. She listened for a while and then slowly let go of Fang Zhongyu. She turned around to get the melon seeds on the coffee table, but when she moved, she reached her waist again. She covered her waist and rolled her eyes in pain.
I quickly pulled Fang Zhongyu away, and while rubbing Lulu's waist, I thought for a while and said, "Fang Zhongyu, it's not a good thing to see ghosts. Besides, my second uncle and I don't want anything. If we're not sure, what do you think we're after?"
Although after I said this, Fang Zhongyu felt like he was crushed by the last straw and buried his head in his knees, I still want to say it.
What if Fang Zhongyu has delusions?
Towards evening, the last pilgrim went out with all kinds of thanks. There was food on our coffee table, but Grandpa Fang Zhongyu didn't eat a bite and he looked very energetic.
During this time, the second uncle put his hands behind his back, walked closer to the hall and looked up. The flames of the altar lamps burning on both sides of the hall were green, making the second uncle's forehead turn green.
I also told Lulu: "Second uncle's head is green."
Lulu looked at it: "It's not green."
"It's green. Look, isn't the flame green?"
"No... maybe it's because what you see is different from us."
"Oh." I looked out the window. The sky outside was still cloudy, thunder was coming one after another, and the wind was blowing loudly. Even though I had a pair of snake eyes, I couldn't see clearly what was outside. Maybe in other people's eyes,
There is a layer of darkness outside now.
"Grandpa!" As soon as the last pilgrim closed the door, Fang Zhongyu ran out with red eyes.
His grandpa suddenly burst into laughter and hugged Fang Zhongyu: "Hey, grandson, grandpa has seen you before, but grandpa is too busy, so don't cry."
The fat aunt next to her was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She said with a smile: "Dad, you have the ability. You have become a half-immortal. There is nothing you can do if you can't take care of others. Don't be ignorant, Xiaoyu."
"It's bad." His grandfather immediately looked at us, his eyes lit up, and he strode over with Fang Zhongyu in his arms. He didn't even use a walking stick. He said with a smile, "Ruyan, why didn't you tell us in advance that you were bringing your friends?
Say it, I won't entertain pilgrims today."
Ruyan? Is that Aunt Fang’s name? Duan Ruyan is such a nice name.
I looked at Aunt Fang, now it’s time to call Aunt Duan.
But Aunt Duan's eyes were red now. She took Fang Zhongyu down and said, "Dad, how old is he? Don't hug him all the time."
"It's okay. Dad's body is getting stronger and stronger now. He can live for another thirty to fifty years."
Lulu shrugged her nose and complained to me in a low voice: "Listen, it's been thirty or fifty years."
...Grandpa Fang Zhongyu looks to be over seventy years old. If he lives for another thirty to fifty years, wouldn't he become an old monster?
At this time, my second uncle suddenly lowered his head and asked me: "How is it? Have you taken it all back?"
"Took it back."
"OK."
Then I saw Grandpa Fang Zhongyu walking towards his second uncle with a bright smile on his face.
At the same time, the second uncle suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled off the red hall drape and covered it on the altar lamp. The flames suddenly spread so high that the red hall drape was burned!
I seemed to hear the ghost in the red hall screaming in terror!
Then, the second uncle picked up the chair where Aunt Duan was sitting and threw it towards the hall with all his strength!
The sound of the big statue and the small statue in the silent side hall shook people's spirits!
The fruits and incense burners all fell to the ground. The originally clean and spacious side hall was now in a mess as if there had been a war.
We were all stunned.
"You, what are you doing!" Grandpa Fang Zhongyu suddenly roared!
I trembled and turned to look at him. The black air on his head was slowly dissipating, and I felt that the air was no longer so oppressive, and the temperature of the jade on my chest gradually dropped.
The jade is cold. Did those ghosts escape or die?
Grandpa Fang Zhongyu was so angry that he started coughing, his face turned red from the coughing, and the hand pointing at his second uncle was shaking violently.
Aunt Duan quickly supported him and sobbed: "Dad! You are in trouble! That Master Lu is a liar! The court he set up for you is a black court, and you will be punished if you continue!"
Fang Zhongyu also burst into tears.
The fat aunt also ran over in shock, looked at the mess all over the ground, slapped her thigh hard twice with a loud sound, pointed at Aunt Duan and scolded sternly: "Ruyan! What are you doing? Our dad finally got through it, you
What kind of wild man did you bring back to harm dad? What kind of peace of mind do you have!"
"Sister-in-law! I also want to ask you what you are worried about! You introduced Master Lu to Dad from the beginning. Do you know about it?"
"What did you say?" The fat aunt's eyes subtly averted, but my snake eyes caught her.
I frowned. The fat aunt seemed to be the daughter-in-law of Fang Zhongyu’s grandfather. If she knew the truth, why would she do this? Aren’t they relatives?
"Dad is always sick because of his destiny. I also have good intentions. How can you throw dirty water on me?" The fat aunt began to sweat all over her face, and her two small eyes tried to open wide.
.
As she spoke, she sat on the ground and cried again, looking as unjust as Dou E.
How annoying.
She was still quibbling, Fang Zhongyu was also crying, Aunt Duan confronted her, Fang Zhongyu's grandfather coughed so hard that his lungs were about to vomit out, and the whole side hall was very noisy.
I was the only one who saw that the black air on Grandpa Fang Zhongyu’s head had completely disappeared.
The fat aunt immediately stopped crying like a train whistle, and looked at Grandpa Fang Zhongyu blankly.
The side hall began to become quiet again. Grandpa Fang Zhongyu reached out and touched his waist and then his head. His complexion began to turn rosy. Finally, he asked doubtfully to his second uncle who was standing in front of the hall and smiled: "You seem to be