Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

The Fang family paid great attention to the tomb sweeping.

Qiao Jiusheng thought for a while, and felt that her gorgeous clothes were not suitable for grave-sweeping activities, so she went upstairs and changed into a black suit. When he came to the main house with Fang Yusheng, Qiao Jiusheng glanced at the other people and found that everyone was dressed relatively plainly. He secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he changed his clothes when he came.

He glanced dissatisfiedly at the Fang Yusheng and his wife who entered the main hall at the time. Fang Pingjue, who was sitting above, slowly stood up. He looked around in the hall with sharp eyes, and then asked, "Is it all here? ?"

Wan Lang echoed in a low voice, "Sir, everyone is here."

"Everyone is here, let's go."

All the younger generations from the Fang family came together, and the seven luxury cars drove out of the Fang family’s house in turn, which was spectacular. The Volkswagen that Fang Yusheng was riding in, caught in a group of luxury cars, stood out from the crowd, it was not eye-catching.

Qiao Jiusheng withdrew his eyes from the car in front, thinking of what he was about to do, his mood suddenly became heavy.

A person will live for a hundred years at most in his entire life, and nothing is left after death.

Qiao Jiusheng felt a little uncomfortable thinking that his grandfather was too old and would lie in the coffin before long. She turned to look at the man beside her, and asked him, "How did your grandfather treat you?" She remembered that Fang Yusheng should have been more than ten years old when Father Fang died.

"Very good." Fang Yusheng replied very briefly.

Qiao Jiusheng nodded and said, "My grandfather is also very good to us."

"You can still see him." Fang Yusheng said with regret and comfort in his tone. It's a pity that he himself can't see his grandfather anymore, so he doesn't have to be too sad to comfort Qiao Jiusheng, as long as he is still alive, he can go there anytime.

Qiao Jiusheng said.

Fang Yusheng's grandfather was buried in Dongwan Cemetery.

The car drove for nearly two hours before reaching the destination.

As the Ching Ming Festival approaches, people come to sweep the tomb every day. Seeing a group of luxury cars coming from a distance, those people find it strange to look at it. This cemetery was built on a hillside. The higher the cemetery, the more expensive the price, the more respectable the identity.

Father Fang's tombstone is on the top circle of the cemetery.

A group of people climbed up the concrete stairs for more than ten minutes.

Because Fang Yusheng couldn't see it and walked the slowest, he and Qiao Jiusheng walked at the end of the crowd. Fang Yusheng held a cane in his hand and wore a hat on his head. Due to occasions, he did not wear sunglasses. The sun is relatively big, Qiao Jiusheng wears a sun hat on his head, she pulls Fang Yusheng, remind him from time to time to avoid falling.

Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin walked in the middle of the line. The child in Qiao Jiuyin's belly was almost eight months old. Her belly was already quite big and it was very inconvenient to walk. Although Fang Mu's face was cold, he still supported her. It seemed that the two of them were loving.

Qiao Jiusheng raised his head and glanced at the two of them, but the two looked like rubber knees, and no one could guess that they were close together.

She couldn't help but sneered, and the two men really confirmed the words—

Life is like a play, depending on acting.

A group of people stood in front of Mr. Fang’s tombstone. Fang Ping saw that the soil in front of the tombstone was full of weeds, and said to Fang Mu behind him, “Fang Mu, pull up all the weeds on the graveyard.”

Fang Mu immediately stood out from the crowd.

He bent down and squatted in front of the cemetery, pulling out all the weeds on the small patch of soil.

He finished pulling the grass, raised his head, and looked deeply at the old man on the tombstone.

There was a dark cloud in his eyes.

You remember, the first time he was taken back to Fang's house, the old man looked at him.

Full of contempt and contempt.

It was exactly the same when Fang Yusheng saw him.

Fang Yusheng deserves to be his favorite grandson.