The paranoid actor sprinkles sugar every day

He Xiaofang's voice suddenly weakened.

He kowtowed three times to the gravestone in front of him.

This is a woman worthy of his bending down to respect.

He was still kneeling, with his back straight, and his eyes fell on the woman's photo.

"It's my fault that I haven't been able to see you all these years."

"I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

After speaking, his eyes fell on Jiang Silin.

He said: "I also brought your daughter-in-law...I know he's not like everyone else's daughter-in-law...but he's good, unique, better than anyone else."

"I haven't seen you for so long, and I have already forgotten what kind of person you are... But in my memory, you will always hug me and block me when he hits me. You are a very gentle person."

"So... let me be self-willed in front of you for the last time, and I will be with him well."

Jiang Silin never expected that He Xiaofang would bring him up, and he quickly followed He Xiaofang to kneel in front of Shen Zhixin's tomb.

He stammered a little: "Ah...Hello, Auntie, my name is Jiang Silin..."

Then he didn't know what to say.

He Xiaofang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "He hasn't agreed to my pursuit yet... But he will agree sooner or later, because he likes me..."

"At that time...he will not be an aunt if he calls you."

"You suffered a lot during your lifetime, and I was late too. From now on...you won't be alone anymore."

It's not like it is now, there is not even a flower in front of the tombstone.

He Xiaofang talked a lot.

Most of his feelings are guilt.

It was his disappearance that made my mother suffer so much by herself.

After the worship, the two planned to leave the area again.

After driving not far, Jiang Silin saw a few unnamed but beautiful flowers blooming on the side of the road.

He had an idea: "Anyway, we haven't gone far, why don't you bring two flowers to Auntie and put them there?"

It would be too pitiful if she didn't order any flowers.

He Xiaofang was stunned for a moment, and a little tenderness flashed across his eyes.

"You'll be liked."

Jiang Silin smiled proudly.

"That must be, otherwise, how can we make our movie star He Daying see each other right?"

The two talked and laughed again.

He Xiao let go of his head and returned to the cemetery.

However, at this moment, they saw an uninvited guest.

He Baoguo...

At this time, He Baoguo was standing in front of Shen Zhixin's tomb, his eyes were filled with anger, and he kicked hard on Shen Zhixin's tombstone.

"Damn it... What the hell did the stinky old girls give birth to? I knew this kid was really rotten! White-eyed wolf!"

He cursed and kicked in front of Shen Zhixin's grave.

At this moment, He Xiaofang's long legs flew over and kicked him hard on the ground.

He clutched his stomach in pain and rolled from side to side on the ground.

When he saw clearly who kicked him, He Xiaofang had already pressed his whole body under him, punching him left and right.

"Fuck you to death!"

"Wolf-hearted bastard! Bastard!"

He Xiao did not spare any energy for this punch.

He piled up new and old debts, and there should be a point to vent.

Jiang Silin rarely stopped He Xiaofang, but squatted down and wiped carefully the place where the tombstone was stepped on with a paper towel.

A shoe print was left on Shen Zhixin's posthumous photos.

Even Jiang Silin couldn't help yelling at He Baoguo: "Are you still a man? Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"