Mu Chen tried to think of what the reporters had said to him from his daughter's mouth. Does Mu Ya know what those bad aunties from Bad uncle said? "

Mu Ya tilted her head, looking up at Mu Chen, her expression showed that she could not describe it.

Daddy, your daughter is only two years old. Although I am learning how to speak, I can't learn much.

After thinking about it, Mu Ya slid down to the ground. After her feet touched the ground, she used her little foot to kick Mu Chen's leg.

"Mu Ya."

Mu Chen immediately carried her daughter, as he didn't really understand what her daughter meant.

"Bad aunt."

Mu Ya explained with difficulty.

Mu Chen frowned, his handsome face sunk as he asked, "Mu Ya's meaning is that mother was tripped by a bad aunt, and mother fell to the ground?"

Mu Ya nodded fiercely, "Mu Ya is afraid."

Zhang Xiao tripped over her, but she wasn't mentally prepared for it, and Mu Ya wasn't even more so. The mother and daughter both fell at the same time, giving Mu Ya a shock.

"d.a.m.n it!"

"Daddy, it hurts …"

Mu Ya suddenly cried.

So it turned out that Mu Chen was too angry. As his hands withdrew his strength, Mu Ya who was in his arms felt like his small body was about to be crushed by his own father.

, who had regained his senses, immediately let out a breath of relief. As he apologized to her daughter, he carried her daughter downstairs and called Ning Zhi Yuan. He also begged Ning Zhi Yuan to help him keep an eye on Zhang Xiao's woman and wait for him to settle the score.

"Mu Ya, let's go find Mommy."

After putting her daughter in the car, he felt that the child was too young to be carried by an adult, so it was not safe to sit in the car. Mu Chen then changed into the Audi, which had a child safety chair.

Hearing that her father wanted to take her to find her mother, Mu Ya very obediently sat on the child's safety chair.

Zhang Xiao's phone was still turned off.

When she was in a bad mood, her favorite place to go was the cemetery.

This was what Yi Xiu Jie had told Mu Chen.

"Aunt Lan."

Mu Chen shouted, and after Aunt Lan ran out, he instructed: "Get in the carriage." Since he was going to the cemetery to look for Zhang Xiao, he did not want to bring Mu Ya into the cemetery, so he called Aunt Lan along. He could leave Aunt Lan on the carriage to look after Mu Ya.

"Alright."

Aunt Lan didn't ask anything and just got in the car.

After exiting the door, Mu Chen did not hesitate at all, and immediately headed towards the cemetery.

The cloudy sky was getting darker. It seemed like it was going to rain soon.

With the winter rain, the temperature dropped even further.

The heavens were probably in a bad mood as well. It really began to rain. It was just a drizzle.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it was icy cold.

Zhang Xiao sat in the taxi, quietly watching the drizzling rain outside the window.

The taxi driver continued to drive as he turned to Zhang Xiao and said, "Miss, it's raining, do you still want to go to the cemetery? The weather is not good to begin with. Furthermore, that place is also very unorthodox, so it's best that we don't go. "

Zhang Xiao said indifferently: "I'll give you the 100 yuan's fare too."

Many Taxi driver s did not want to come to the cemetery or the cemetery. They felt that the two places were unlucky and that if they had to take a taxi to those two places, they would have to pay for it.

It was fine during the day, but he would be able to arrive safely if he paid a little more money.

If it was at night, no matter how much money was given, very few people would be willing to go.

It was daytime now, but the winter sky was always dark and gloomy. Now that it was raining and the cemetery was a land of darkness, it was not surprising that the Taxi driver wanted to advise Zhang Xiao not to go.

But when Zhang Xiao said that she would add the 100 yuan's fare, the Taxi driver did not try to persuade him anymore and only muttered a few words.

When they were still a hundred meters away from the cemetery, the taxi driver refused to head there anymore, took the money and left Zhang Xiao there, then quickly left as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

A bone-piercing cold wind brought with it a light drizzle of rain as it approached Zhang Xiao's head. Very quickly, Zhang Xiao's head was dyed with white spots.

The surroundings were completely silent.

On both sides of the road were straight pine trees.

Zhang Xiao walked over.

The door to the small shop near the cemetery's entrance was open, but it was empty. There was not a single car in sight. It was not the beginning of the day, so the business here would be less busy.

There was the sound of a numbing general rubbing his hands together in the shop.

When Zhang Xiao's group appeared at the entrance of the store, they were all rubbing their hands vigorously when they saw a person appear out of the blue. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhang Xiao in unison, as if a.n.a.lyzing him as a human or a ghost.

"I want to buy two bouquets of chrysanthemums."

Zhang Xiao said gently.

The four exchanged glances.

"I'm human."

One of the aunties stood up and walked over to call Zhang Xiao in. She did not even touch Zhang Xiao's hands, even though it was a little cold, she was still angry, and only now did they completely believe that Zhang Xiao was a person.

Zhang Xiao felt that it was very funny.

They all earned money from the dead, so what kind of strange things hadn't they encountered before? There were actually times when he was afraid.

Zhang Xiao was wrong, it was because they earned money from others. They would only be afraid if they encountered all sorts of strange things, but they could not bear to do business, and could not bear to spend money.

"Miss, I'm sorry. It's really cold and it's raining. I don't even want to go out, but Miss wants to come here. That's why we …" "Pei pei, if you don't want to talk about ghosts, don't talk about that in this kind of place."

The old woman smiled apologetically, mumbling to herself.

Zhang Xiao did not say that she was in a bad mood. She picked two bouquets of chrysanthemums, paid for them, and was about to leave with them.

"Miss."

When Zhang Xiao stopped, she went to get an umbrella and gave it to Zhang Xiao, saying: "Miss wants to visit her family members in this weather, you can't do this, it's raining outside, don't look at the rain, by the time you come out, you are already soaked. This umbrella is a bit old and worn-out. It's better than nothing.

Zhang Xiao took the worn-out umbrella and thanked the aunt. Then, she carried the flower bundle and left the store while holding the worn-out umbrella.

The old man who was guarding the cemetery was gnawing on his chicken feet, eating peanuts, and drinking beer. When he saw someone walking by, he thought he was seeing things.

Why would there be people coming to the cemetery in this kind of weather?

Could he have seen a ghost?

The old man wanted to go out and take a look, but in the end, he didn't. If he thought the ghost didn't want to find him, then he didn't want to disturb the ghost.

Zhang Xiao, who was treated as a ghost by the person guarding the grave, first went to her grandparents' grave. She gently placed a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, with one hand holding an umbrella and the other holding a bunch of chrysanthemums.

"Grandfather, grandmother, Xiao Er has come to visit you two."

She hadn't bothered her grandparents for a long time.

The cold wind howled.

It was as if two old men were narrating the pain of missing their granddaughter.

Zhang Xiao crouched down and placed another bunch of chrysanthemums on her lap. She was able to free one hand, and then, she went to caress the ice-cold tombstone as she softly said, "Grandfather, Grandma, Xiao Er is a little confused, as if she can't find the direction."