Brother Zhuo said he should study hard

The cold shock frightened everyone half to death, but fortunately they hid far away.

Huo Kenan recovered his senses and gave Leng Zhen a thumbs up: "Third Young Master, you are awesome, you are so awesome. Pay me for my car!"

"Car? Where? Why didn't I see it?" Leng Zhen looked innocent.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Liao Zhuo died laughing.

"This time the price is only a car, next time it will be your factory or your life, you try it and see if I dare." Leng Zhen said calmly.

The corner of Huo Kenan's mouth hooked up: "Third Young Master, it's better not to talk big, but my wish has been fulfilled. I have a race with the car god, and it's his "final match". I don't lose."

After Huo Kenan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but Liao Zhuo stopped him: "Are you going to send the driver or send it yourself?"

The corner of Huo Kenan's mouth twitched: "How the hell would I dare to send you off? If I'm sending you off, San Shao must not send me to the west?"

"Xiaoping, take Brother Zhuo home." Huo Kenan said.

"Okay, young master!"

Not far from Huo Kenan, a driver hurried to drive.

Liao Zhuo looked at Leng Zhen and stretched out his arms to hug him: "I'll wait for you at home."

Leng Zhen didn't move, raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Liao Zhuo hugged Leng Zhen tighter and coquettishly in his ear: "Honey, baby Nuan, don't be angry, okay?"

Acting coquettishly is the best life, trying to act coquettishly, although Liao Zhuo didn't shout coquettishly, but softened a lot.

The cold shock of a warm baby's cry eased a lot, the corners of his lips curled up, and he nodded.

Seeing that he was not angry anymore, Liao Zhuo let him go and left with Zhang Xuewei and Yang Fan.

As soon as Liao Zhuo left, the big troops also started to leave. Today's play was so enjoyable.

In the car.

"Zhenzhen, don't be so impulsive next time, what if an accident happens?" Leng Lu and Leng Xin scolded together.

Leng Zhen looked out the window, and it took a long time before he said: "If you lose him, what's the point of living? I live for him."

With Leng Zhen's words, the whole car shut up and looked at him, they didn't know what to say.

The corners of Leng Zhen's mouth rose slightly, Liao Zhuo on the locomotive was also fatally attractive to him, but the more he was like this, the more he would not allow him to risk his own life, he only wanted to protect him under his wings in this life, Let him do as he pleases.

Leng Zhen's words touched Xu Zhen half to death, and he hugged Shan Jie without letting go: "Second brother, do you think we will be happy in the future?"

Shan Jie slapped him on the forehead: "You are not happy enough now? You have a family, a lover, brothers, money, what else do you want?"

"It seems to be." Xu Zhen said.

It was already dark when the three of Liao Zhuo arrived in the town. Yang Fan could not have come back, but he thought it was the anniversary of Liao Zhuo's mother's death, so he came with him.

The three thanked driver Xiaoping, bought some incense sticks, Kongming lanterns and a firework at the canteen, and walked all the way to the cemetery.

His mother, Liao Min, was buried behind the bamboo grove behind Zhangjia Village. That area was full of cemeteries, and there was nothing special about the countryside.

Today is the Lantern Festival, there are a lot of people putting up Kongming lanterns, which can be seen everywhere in the sky.

"Do you think there are ghosts in this world?" Zhang Xuewei suddenly asked.

Yang Fan nodded slightly: "Isn't it Zhuo?"

"..."

"What?" Zhang Xuewei didn't come back to his senses, and didn't react until he glanced at Liao Zhuo.

"Fuck me!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"Stupid."

Yang Fan and Liao Zhuo couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know if there is a ghost, but such a thing as rebirth after death is unimaginable, and it is rare in ten thousand years." Liao Zhuo said.

"Lucky you."

"Heaven's favorite."

"..."

The three of them quickly found their location. They have all been here before and are familiar with them.

Liao Zhuo turned on the phone light and looked at the photo of the woman on the grave, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "Mom, I'm back to see you, I will come to accompany you often when I have time, I fell out with my uncle, Let me tell you, don’t blame me, human nature is not something that everyone has, I dare not say that I have done very well, but I have never treated them badly, and I think they are good, in the past 12 years, No matter how wronged, they gave me a home after all, but that's all I can do."

Zhang Xuewei reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think so much, Aunt Min won't blame you, he just hopes you can live well."

Yang Fan didn't speak at the side, he really didn't know what happened before high school, after high school, Liao Zhuo didn't get along with him, his aunt, and his two younger brothers, and they didn't play together very much, but he knew that his aunt treated Liao Zhuo badly , This is the reason why he paid attention to Liao Zhuo in the first place.

After Liao Zhuo finished talking with his mother, he squatted on the ground and worked with Zhang Xuewei to make a Kongming lantern. He took apart the Kongming lantern and felt in his pocket, only to find that he didn't have a gaming machine. He probably changed clothes in the car and got out of the car.

"Fan, do you have a lighter?" Liao Zhuo asked.

"I don't smoke." Yang Fan said.

Zhang Xuewei fumbled in his pocket for a long time: "It's over, I didn't take it."

"Fuck!" The three were speechless for a while.

Liao Zhuo knelt down and kowtowed three times and sighed: "It's difficult to give you some incense."

"I'll go back and get it." Zhang Xuewei turned around and ran home after speaking.

Yang Fan looked at his back a little amusedly: "Why don't you think he's afraid? You let me go back alone now, I'm even afraid."

Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the graves everywhere around him, suddenly feeling panicked.

Liao Zhuo became playful, and turned off the phone light while he was not paying attention, jumped up and sat on his mother's grave, lowered his head: "Yang... Fan... Take your life... ..Come....."

A dark voice came from the grave.

"Fuck me!"

Yang Fan was startled, and took a few steps back abruptly.The cold sweat on the back was frightened.

After reacting, he picked up a handful of incense and threw it at Liao Zhuo.

"Who the hell are you trying to scare to death?"

Liao Zhuo couldn't help laughing, jumped off the grave and returned to normal: "I said, why are you so timid?"

"I'm timid, how dare you be brave? How could you be scared to death by brother Leng?" Yang Fan wanted to laugh when he thought of this.

Liao Zhuo put his hands on his forehead, he felt that he had made a serious mistake and he shouldn't have told these two people.

"I say......"

Before Liao Zhuo finished speaking, he suddenly felt panic seeping behind him, and an inexplicable sense of pressure came over him.

"Fan... I... Is there someone behind me?" Liao Zhuo's voice was trembling.

"Are you addicted to playing? Where did you come from? I didn't see a ghost." Yang Fan was speechless, the sky was too dark, and he could only see a shadow when he looked at Liao Zhuo.

"No...yes...you turn on your phone and have a look." Liao Zhuo felt a cool wind blowing by his ears, his voice became anxious, his legs became weak, and the pressure behind him became more and more intense powerful.

Yang Fan was speechless for a while.

Still took out the phone from his pocket, just about to turn it on.

"Damn..."

Liao Zhuo's scream scared Yang Fan's cell phone to the ground.

"Ghost...hug...my...waist." Liao Zhuo said, the words in his voice were already frightened, and the words were intermittent.

Yang Fan was frightened by him and quickly turned on the phone: "Where did it come from..."

"what........"

"Damn it."

Yang Fan's heart almost stopped in fright, and he fell to the ground, only to see a white figure behind Liao Zhuo, all in white.

The ghost had already started to lick the back of Liao Zhuo's neck.

Liao Zhuo was frightened and remained motionless: "Ghost... big... brother... please forgive me, I am going to die, my husband will not let you go."

"..."

"..."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xuewei walked over from the path.

"Ghost, ghost... There is a ghost behind Zhuo." Yang Fan sat on the ground and shouted, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp.

"hahahahahahahahaha"

Zhang Xuewei was still lying on the ground laughing all the way away.

The ghost behind Liao Zhuo hooked his lips, reached out and hugged his waist tightly and bit his earlobe: "Do you miss your husband so much?"

Hearing the voice, Liao Zhuo softened instantly, and his whole body fell into the arms of the person behind him: "Brother Leng, do you not love me anymore and want to scare me to death?"

Leng Zhen put his arms around his waist, reached into his clothes, and touched up his waist: "Love, I fucking love you to death."

Yang Fan heard the sound and fell asleep on the ground. Now he finally knows how Liao Zhuo died. Brother Leng really scared people to death.

Liao Zhuo slightly turned his head to watch Leng Zhen whisper behind his ear: "Honey, you're fucked."

Leng Zhen turned his head to cover his lips, the best way is to kiss this man to shut up.

Liao Zhuo was about to go crazy, and Yang Fan was right in front of them, although it was dark and they couldn't see it, but this was a cemetery, cemetery, cemetery, okay?

Liao Zhuo wanted to observe Yang Fan's reaction, for fear that he would notice something, and at the same time endured the stimulation of his body. This feeling... was so fucking cool.

"Brother Leng, why are you here?" Yang Fan asked.

"Yeah, I want to come over and have some incense for Mom." Leng Zhen said, his hands didn't stop.

Liao Zhuoshuang stepped in a daze, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and his body couldn't help wanting more, so he hooked Leng Zhen's neck with his backhand, bringing them closer.

The two didn't stop until Zhang Xuewei approached, because Zhang Xuewei was still holding a light.

As the light approached, Leng Zhen let go of Liao Zhuo.

Liao Zhuo was teased for half a day, physically and mentally uncomfortable, staring at Leng Zhen with displeasure on his face, why are you teasing him so well?

Leng Zhen looked calm, knelt on the grave and began to light incense and burn paper. Yang Fan and Zhang Xuewei both knelt on one side, folding fire paper.

Liao Zhuo stood aside and saw that the ripples in their hearts suddenly disappeared in an instant.

They burned paper, Liao Zhuo lit a Kongming lantern, and he bought one. He didn't put it in the sky, but put it on his mother's grave with a branch.

After lighting the Kongming lantern, Liao Zhuo lit the fireworks again, and bunches of fireworks exploded in the grave.

The four looked up at the sky until the last beam ended.

The four kowtowed their heads before getting up.

Leng Zhen took a special look at the photo, the woman in the photo is very beautiful, very similar to Liao Zhuo.