The Qian family did not wait until nightfall when they arrived at Zhong Huan, who was returning late.

Qian Dasheng didn't say much and took him to the ancestral hall directly.

In theory, there should only be a ancestral hall where the Qian family’s ancestor tablets are placed side by side with the Qian family, and there are also the Zhong family’s ancestor tablets - although there is only one, which says the Zhong family’s ancestors.

But when I saw this scene, Zhong Huan was still a little unhappy.

Although the surname Zhong was fabricated by Qian Dasheng and others, he did have his surname Zhong.

There is nothing to have to do with such a tablet, but why should I put it with the Qian family?!

Qian Dasheng did not explain to him, but only asked him to stand and watch, and then respectfully followed the ritual process to worship his ancestors, and kowtowed to Zhong's tablet and even prayed:

"It is a last resort for Xiao Lang to borrow his surname. Please bless him with safety and success. Return his surname in the future and he will be dedicated to you."

He doesn't know.

Zhong Huan comforted himself and his face slowly turned.

After burning the incense, Qian Dasheng led him back: "Go here."

Zhong Huan raised his eyebrows, why isn't it over yet?

The two walked silently to the deepest part of the ancestral hall, then turned around and entered the most remote small room with a lock on the door.

Qian Dasheng took out the key from his arms, lowered his head, opened the lock intently, pushed the door respectfully, stepped in first, but did not move forward, but stood directly by the door, crossed his hand, bowed slightly, and waited for Zhong Huan to enter.

Looking at his behavior, Zhong Huan's heart moved slightly, and immediately changed his solemn expression and walked slowly inside.

When he entered the door, Qian Dasheng closed the door with his own hands and tied the door bolt. Zhong Huan stopped and turned his head to look at him.

Qian Dashen didn't explain, just walked in.

This is a quiet room that is too small, or a small Buddhist temple.

The Buddha's niche is placed on the Buddha's niche.

The incense table is filled with fine sandalwood and several flowers and fruits.

Zhong Huan was a little stiff.

His zodiac sign is the horse. When he was young, someone gave him his life and told him: Your guardian Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta.

So from then on, he seemed to be causing trouble by the subconscious mind and kept walking around this Bodhisattva. Sometimes even if he saw him, he would pretend not to tell which Bodhisattva was which Bodhisattva.

But now, how could this person be presented here?

Well?

Qian Dasheng came forward respectfully, reached out and pressed an unknown mechanism under the incense table. The Buddha niche rang slowly, and turned around in a circle.

On the back of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, there is a tablet that looks like a hill!

This is, a family, all the glory of the past.

Zhong Huan's face changed drastically, and his body stiffened into a stone!

Qian Dasheng walked to him without saying a word, put a thick futon in front of him, and then stepped aside.

Zhong Huan suddenly felt a little dizzy in his head.

The tablets in front of him, which were as numerous as a hill, seemed to have some magic power, and countless scenes passed by his mind.

Zhong Huan felt a sad and bitter feeling surge from the bottom of his heart. He lowered his head, silently knelt on the mat with his knees and kowtowed.

Kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

The more I worship, the more I feel guilty; the more I worship, the more I feel angry; the more I worship, the more I feel that the whole body of blood and tears can be poured out!

"The ancestors and ancestors are unfilial to their children and grandchildren...unfilial to their children and grandchildren..." Zhong Huan lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

Qian Dasheng had red eyes, his fat lips kept squirming, not knowing what he was praying for. However, as soon as Zhong Huan cried out, he could no longer bear it. He covered his eyes with his hands, first howled, and finally turned into a wailing loudly.

The cry of the two people in the ancestral hall lasted for a long time and it also spread far away.

In the small snow-covered pavilion next to the ancestral hall, Qian Yunuan, wearing a cloak, was originally worried. When she heard the crying, she felt relieved. She held Mu Bao's hand and sat down with a smile.

He waved to Qian Duoduo, who was playing with snow on the side, said softly: "My grandfather and uncle are both sad, no one can persuade him. Parents are not as suitable as you. How about you go and call them out for dinner?"

Qian Duoduo looked confused: "It's time to eat, you can go anybody."

"Your grandfather even cleaned it up there, so why can anyone go there? Be obedient, go and tell your grandfather and uncle: Your mother, I am waiting for them in the pavilion, and my feet are frozen to ice."

Qian Duoduo said oh, jumped into the ancestral hall, searched left and right, followed the sound and went in, but couldn't open the door, so he slapped the door outside: "Grandfather, uncle, I'm hungry!"

After only two or three breaths, Zhong Huan opened the door with tears: "Good boy, we are out."

His voice was hoarse and his expression was listless, which was not as good as usual.

Qian Duoduo looked at him worriedly, tiptoed to touch his face: "Uncle, are you okay? My mother is very worried."

"Uncle is fine." Zhong Huan bent down and picked him up. Suddenly, he felt a little relaxed. He smiled at the little boy and pinched his tender little face intimately. "However, uncle is hungry for us, so there is something wrong. Let's go have a meal!"

After saying that, he looked back.

Qian Dasheng has once again moved the futon away silently, and the small room has once again become a small quiet room.

After leaving the room, Qian Dashen turned around and locked the door.

Zhong Huan held Qian Duoduo and stood up, turned his back to him, and whispered: "Uncle, thank you."

Qian Dasheng's shoulders trembled and his breathing became unstable again.

"But, things in this quiet room cannot be kept." Zhong Huan's voice was still light.

Qian Dasheng nodded and muttered from his throat: "I will bring these things wherever I go. Don't worry."

Zhong Huan looked back at him.

This body's life experience, the past, present, and future are actually carried on the shoulders of Qian Dashen, and has been borne by most of the life.

"Uncle, let's burn it. With me here, these things are meaningless." Zhong Huan's voice seemed to come from the ancient distant night sky. Although it was quiet, it was terrifying.

"I know that they have become part of your life. But now, I have me. It is both unfair to you and unfair to me to continue to save them.

"So, let it burn. It's all burned. Don't let anyone else know."

Zhong Huan hugged Qian Duoduo tightly, "Especially those people who shouldn't have known."

Qian Dasheng finally turned his face.

Two people looked at each other.

In addition to the tears of excitement, Qian Dasheng's face also had a trace of loss and struggle.

"Uncle, have Dong San and his family arranged it?" Zhong Huan asked lightly, but his expression and tone were no longer like a fucking nephew whom he picked up.

Qian Dasheng looked at him in a daze, with a surprise on his face. After a moment, he hurriedly avoided Qian Duoduo's curious gaze, coughed and cleared his throat, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, safe, rich, someone can help."
Chapter completed!