Chapter 87 Are you being too modest?

  Ji Zhao, who was hit, was always depressed.

  When night fell, she was still sitting on the wicker chair in the yard, staring blankly at the dark night sky.

   "I want to go for a walk, do you want to come together?" Sensing her depression, Shen Yao walked up to her side and invited her with a smile.

   "Okay!" Ji Zhao readily agreed.

  The cool breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the elegant fragrance of flowers.

  Ji Zhao squinted his eyes and walked forward, quietly enjoying the comfort and comfort of the cool breeze blowing on his face.

  The haze that lingered in my heart seemed to be swept away.

   "Shen Yao, can you sing?" Ji Zhao suddenly stopped and looked curiously at Shen Yao who was standing beside him.

   "Singing?" Shen Yao shook his head in astonishment, "I'm not good at the way of rhythm."

   "Okay~" Ji Zhao shrugged in disappointment.

   "Do you want to hear me sing?"

   "Yes." Ji Zhao nodded slightly.

   Shen Yao frowned in embarrassment, he is really not good at rhythm.

  He thought for a while, picked up a leaf from the ground, wiped it clean, and handed it to his lips.

  A rhythmic voice slowly flowed from his lips.

  Unknowingly, Ji Zhao became intoxicated.

   "Is this what you mean by not being good at rhythm?" Ji Zhao helplessly raised his forehead, "Shen Yao, are you being too modest?"

   "I don't know many songs," Shen Yao smiled calmly, "Do you like the song just now?"

   "It sounds good." Ji Zhao said sincerely with a smile.

  Shen Yao pursed his lips happily, and secretly made a decision in his heart that he must learn a few more songs.

  The two of them walked near the Earth Temple without knowing it.

  Ji Zhao immediately bowed and walked in, picked up a stick of incense from the side of the altar, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner, and then knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue of the land father.

   "Ji Zhao, a believer, is here to meet the land father-in-law."

  Ji Zhao has been saving money during this time, and when she has enough money, she wants to reshape the statue of the land father.

   "A Tao, it's getting late, shall we go back?" Shen Yao said softly after a quarter of an hour.

  Ji Zhao was just kneeling on the futon, as if he didn't hear his voice, but closed his eyes tightly—

  By the dim candlelight, he saw beads of sweat on Ji Zhao's face!

   "A Tao? Are you okay?" Shen Yao's heart sank, and when he was about to help her up from the ground, he found that she was as heavy as a thousand catties?

  Shen Yao eagerly wanted to help her up, but Ji Zhao seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all!

  At that time, Ji Zhao seemed to be pulled into a deep and dark vortex!

  In the vortex formed by the huge waves, she couldn't make a sound, let alone struggle!

  Just when she was puzzled, a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes?

  Dad?

  I saw that Shen Dashan was surrounded by the vortex, his face was weak and pale, and he had no blood on his face!

  Ji Zhao tried his best to save him, but he was already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so he couldn't protect himself

  The water poured into her seven orifices, and the pressing feeling of squeezing made her almost breathless!

   After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zhao, who was already exhausted, suddenly heard crying in pain!

  Niang and the two sisters-in-law hugged each other, crying out of breath!

  The eldest brother, the second brother, and Shen Yao, all dressed in hemp and mourning, knelt in front of a new grave—

  In front of the grave stood a tombstone, and the name engraved on it was Shen Dashan!

  Ji Zhao's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and tears fell down unconsciously.

  (end of this chapter)