The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

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Chapter 41: Jiang Sansui (1)

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“Mother, your daughter has let you down. Back then, you saw that he had evil intentions, and it was your daughter who should not have ignored your opinion. It’s said that father and mother eat more salt than daughter, so it’s true.” The old man’s eyes were sharp, while the young man’s eyes were lost in love, so how could he see everything?

Seeing her mother blame herself, the woman couldn’t help but cry.

The woman raised her hand and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

At this moment, everyone had already carried the coffin down the mountain and was ready to transport it back to the Zhu family for the funeral.

Fortunately, there were many enthusiastic neighbors. When they arrived at the Zhu family’s house, white banners were already hung everywhere. Someone had already started playing the suona.

Little Huai Lu raised her head and looked at her with a pair of round eyes. As he followed her down the mountain, he looked at her again and again. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth.

“You don’t have to persuade me. In these eight years, I’ve already thought it through. I met the wrong person and trusted the wrong person.”

“It’s a pity that my son has yet to open his eyes to see the world before he met with such a disaster.” The woman sobbed, and those who heard it were sad and shed tears.

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Little Huai Lu opened her mouth again, her little face full of hesitation, but she didn’t speak.

The woman took it again.

“Little girl, thank you. I know you want to comfort me. I …” Before the woman could finish her sentence, little Huai Lu sneaked a glance at her brother and saw that her brother didn’t notice anything.

She carefully placed her chubby little hand to her lips, full of gossip.

He covered the corner of his lips.

“I just wanted to ask, what are your thoughts when you look at yourself lying in the coffin?”

The little girl’s eyes were wide open, and a dazzling light flashed in her eyes.

It was bright and beautiful.

Of course, the gossiping aura also came gushing out.

The little Zhu family?

Suddenly, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.

You can’t even let go of a ghost’s gossip?

At this moment, he walked to the gate of the Zhu family’s house. There was a thick white banner hanging on the gate of the small courtyard. The suonas were playing inside, and everyone went in to help.

you’re so honored to be able to attend your own funeral. Little huailu curled her little hands into a small trumpet and secretly talked to the woman. The woman stood in her mourning Hall, feeling a little sad.

Inexplicably ..

He felt a strange sense of honor.

Ah, what honor?!

She had been murdered and her body had been dismembered.

The woman looked at her with resentment.

why do I feel so cold? Lu, why don’t we go back first? ” Jiang Huai ‘an rubbed his hands, feeling the cool air beside him.

It’s clearly summer, why do I still feel cool?

“Aiya, it’s all my fault. I was so shocked just now that I forgot to cover your eyes. Lu, are you scared?” Jiang Huai ‘an then remembered that his sister was only three years old.

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He was afraid that she would be scared out of her wits.

“Why should I be afraid?” Little Huai Lu looked at him in confusion.

Wasn’t his sister standing right beside him?

Jiang Huai ‘an touched the back of his head and thought,’ that’s right, how old is my sister? He still didn’t know the meaning of death.

“Then you’re not allowed to cause any trouble.” We’re neighbors with grandma Zhu, and she’s a widow, so it’s a lot of inconvenience. I’ll go ask mother to come over and help.” Moreover, this person had left, so he had to come to give a gift.

Little did he know that his sister’s vision was wider than he had imagined.

He was talking to the deceased about which dish was the best at the funeral, waiting to eat the food of the dead.

“It’s a pity that my mother isn’t in the mood today. Otherwise, my mother’s cooking for the dead would be the best.” The woman shook her head. Probably because she had been dead for too long, her hostility had disappeared.

Moreover, because she had held it in for too long, she was now chatting with Jiang Sansui.

Even though .

The topic revolved around her death.

It was quite embarrassing..

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