The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 29
Look at me, I’m good-looking and good-tempered, I can’t fight back when hit or scolded, and I can still tell you a joke to relieve your boredom and so on..."

Third Master Xie lost all his shame when he praised himself.

“It’s simply the best choice for traveling together, bar none.”

Ding Yi beside him covered his ears silently.

Can't listen anymore!
"By the way, I have paid for all the expenses on the road. If the girl wants soup, I will not give her solid food. If the girl wants to eat salty food, I will not eat sweet food."

"what's your name?"

"Hey, why are you like this? Is my name so difficult to remember?"

Mr. Xie was not happy anymore.

"Xie Zhifei, Xie Chengyu, which one do you want to be called? If it doesn't work, you can also call me A Fei. It sounds kind."

"Xie Zhifei."

Yan Sanhe took a step forward and suddenly smiled.

Xie Zhifei's heartbeat skipped an untimely beat.

It was during this beat that Yan Sanhe bent his leg and lifted it up. This lift hit the sore tendons in Xie Sanye's thigh.

He instinctively bent down, and she stretched out her hand, and the banknote was already in Yan Sanhe's hand.

"Don't dare to trouble yourself!"

She said something coldly and turned away.

"Hey, how can you repay kindness with hatred!"

Xie Zhifei was rubbing his thighs and yelling, looking at her thin back with a heavy gaze, and there was no trace of his glib tone on his face.

When Ding saw that his master was exhausted, he hurriedly ran over and said, "Master?"

Third Master Xie waved his hand to show that it was okay, and said in a low voice: "The two people were waiting on the street corner just now. The advantage is two taels of silver each."

Ding Yi:"……"

"What are you doing so stupidly? Go quickly!"

When does he like it?
That person surnamed Yan is cold-tempered and has a bad temper. If he didn't do this, how would he be able to talk to her?
Picking up a conversation is also a science!

Xie Sanye sighed in his heart, took a step forward, and chased Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe has arrived at the south gate. Several lanterns are hung high on the gate. When the wind blows, they sway like will-o'-the-wisps.

She found a corner with leeward wind, put her baggage on the ground, sat on it, closed her eyes and dozed off.

There were footsteps coming towards me, and I looked up to see that it was the romantic dandy again.

"Tsk, you're so ungrateful."

Xie Zhifei frowned.

"Young lady, how can you sit on the ground? You may catch cold and have a stomachache when the sunflower water comes tomorrow."

Yan Sanhe gritted his teeth.

"It's different for me as a grown man. I can sit wherever I want."

As he spoke, he sat down next to Yan Sanhe, licked the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll sit outside you and help you block the wind!"

Yan Sanhe bit his back molars.

"By the way, are you hungry?"

"..."

"Isn't it cold to wear such a single piece of clothing?"

"..."

"Have you hidden the banknotes? Don't let anyone steal them again."

"..."

"Yan Sanhe, it is a good character to answer others' questions."

Yan Sanhe opened his eyes and glanced at him coldly, "It's also a good character not to disturb."

Mr. Xie's face is probably made of city walls, and he is the thickest kind.

"I won't bother others. Who are you? You are the granddaughter of our great benefactor of the Xie family. If I don't take good care of you, our ancestors will eat me alive."

Xie Sanye touched Yan Sanhe's feet with his feet.

"Come, let's discuss whether we should go back to Yunnan Mansion by horseback or by car. The horse will run faster, but it's cold; how about the horse-drawn carriage, which won't be slow and will also be warm."

"..."

He was answered by dead silence. "If you don't say anything, I'll make the decision for you. Let's take a carriage."

Mr. Xie's conversation suddenly changed.

"By the way, who is the expert you invited? How did he know that Grandfather Yan was thinking about a letter before he died?"

Yan Sanhe's two beautiful eyebrows twisted slightly.

A trace of imperceptible relief flashed across Mr. Xie's face, and he finally felt the man's pulse.

"It stands to reason that an expert can never make a mistake. Why did you come to Grandpa Yan's place...could it be...could it be..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone and sighed: "The person you hired is not an expert, at best he is just a money-swindler?"

"What do you know?"

Yan Sanhe's expression couldn't help but change.

"Since you've invited me, you can't go wrong. How many people in this world can see what a dead person is thinking?"

Mr. Xie's scalp was a little numb.

She said she saw it, not felt or sensed it. Could it be that the expert had a pair of fiery eyes?
"But something happened!"

Mr. Xie coughed twice on purpose.

"How about you tell me in detail? I don't have to ask, I'm just afraid that your little girl's family will be deceived."

Yan Sanhe turned to look at him and remained silent for a long time.

Third Master Xie laughed silently: "I told you not to look at me like that, it will really make me blush."

You ruined the word blush.

Yan Sanhe put one hand on the ground, picked up the baggage with the other, stood up and left.

"Yan Sanhe!"

Third Master Xie moved faster than her, stopped him, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Do you never listen to what others say?"

Yan Sanhe turned his face to avoid his breath, "I don't want to listen to what the person named Xie says."

Xie Sanye: "..."

"Step aside."

The other party didn't give in and still stood in front of her.

Yan Sanhe quickly realized that this person was planning to have sex with her.

"Thank you for nothing."

"Xie Zhifei!"

"Xie Zhifei."

Yan Sanhe's voice was filled with anger, "I'm not that generous. Do you understand what I mean?"

Can't you understand?

The father regards his benefactor as his enemy;

In order to keep her son's official position, the old lady hid the truth for 40 years.

Mistakes are just excuses to comfort oneself and others. No matter what the truth is, everyone has a name in their heart.

At this point, Mr. Xie was at a loss for words. He drew his long legs to the side and gave up half of his body.

Yan Sanhe was about to lift his leg, but the long leg blocked him back again.

"Don't move, I'll leave. But..."

Mr. Xie licked his lips and added unwillingly: "I am actually quite unjust for you to treat me like this."

What are you wronged?
Yan Sanhe sneered.

The people who were truly wronged have already reunited with a family of three below. They still want to cry out that they were wronged. Has God given them a chance?

Not everything can be laughed off.

Since there was no need to leave, Yan Sanhe threw away the baggage and sat down again. He didn't bother to see what kind of monster the romantic dandy was, and only focused on thinking about the letter.

Is there anything else that needs to be conveyed by letter, but that left my grandfather unable to express it verbally for a long time, and could only be depressed in his heart, so that he would become a demon after his death?
Are they the two sons and one daughter left behind?

After the Yan family was confiscated, there were still some ancestral houses and ancestral fields left. The reason why my grandfather kept his two eldest sons was because these fields were not thin.

But a sudden plague three years later disrupted everything. The two brothers contracted the plague, but neither of them survived. They died one after another before marrying their wives.

The daughter was married before the incident in the Yan family. When the Yan family was raided, she was already eight months pregnant. When the news came, her water broke on the spot.

The husband's family sacrificed the adults and saved the children at the critical moment
(End of this chapter)