Although he didn't believe what Cheng Wanfeng said, pregnant women were easily disturbed by gods, but after hearing what she said, he hugged her tightly: "Are you scared?"

The man holding her is a tough and tough soldier with a strong and yang spirit. How could she be afraid?

He only hugged his narrow waist and buried his face in his arms: "The joy of the world is not long, and he suddenly returned to Dongyue."

His steps slowed down, his slender fingers raised her face and said solemnly: "Xiao Guai, promise me, can we try to communicate in vernacular? "

"This is a sentence from the ancient Yuefu. According to the concept of the people of Z from ancient times to the present, after a person dies, his soul will go to Dongyue, that is, Mount Tai. Those who have not succeeded will stay in the world, and those who are unlucky will become wandering souls floating everywhere."

“Lucky.”

She blinked her eyelashes: "Lucky, it's possible that God will let them live again... Do you believe it?"

"It'll be very crowded."

"Um……?"

"If they live once, they live twice. The earth's capacity is limited. If they are like this, they will not be able to withstand sooner or later. No wonder the housing prices and land have risen sharply." He considered it from the perspective of a successful businessman.

Shu Ge: "..."

He didn't believe it, and she wasn't surprised.

Who can trust someone for no reason and live again?

I just hugged him tightly and didn't say much.

As soon as Fu Wenwen's tomb was approaching, Shu Ge had already seen Cheng Wanfeng's figure, and then he turned red and beat his chest with his elbow.

Only then did Fu Nanting put her down and walked over with her hand.

Shu Ge saw a black and white portrait of Fu Wenwen on the tombstone.

Cheng Wanfeng does not have a photo of Fu Wenwen. Even if there are one, it is probably the same as he was when he was very young more than 20 years ago.

So, a well-known painter in the city asked to hand-paint the portrait on the tombstone based on his memory.

Fu Wenwen on the tombstone is a quiet and gentle young woman with black hair lingering behind her head, slender figure, thin lips and curved eyes, and a smile that makes people feel happy.

The eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to Fu Nanting.

This is also what Fu Wenwen looks like in her imagination.

Cheng Wanfeng was sitting in front of Fu Wenwen's tombstone. When he heard the movements of them, his eyes were still red when he turned around.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse: "Here you come."

Fu Nanting knew that today's worship aroused Cheng Wanfeng's longing and sadness for his mother, and probably had just cried in front of the tomb.

Without saying much, I went over with Shu Ge and lit incense to worship.

Shu Ge looked at Fu Wenwen on the portrait and chanted quietly in her heart:

Auntie, please bless the third master to complete the task as soon as possible and be safe. Please bless me and him in this life.

After sipping the incense, the two of them retreated and left time to Cheng Wanfeng again.

She looked at Cheng Wanfeng and muttered to Fu Wenwen's tomb, unable to help but look at Fu Nanting and whispered:

"One day, we will be like your parents."

Life is limited after all.

He and her will eventually leave first and the other will leave later.

Then yin and yang are separated.

Thinking of this way, I realize how wonderful it is to live.

I didn't want to waste a minute I was with him.

He pinched the tip of her nose with anger and smile: "Are you thinking too early? You can live to be 100 years old."

Shu Ge pouted: "I don't want it. I'm 100 years old and I'm so lucky. You must have coaxed another girl."
Chapter completed!