I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

601 Chapter 601, he came

Lu Xunzhi supported Joey, looked at her with a smile, and responded in Italian, "It's okay, the road here is narrow, you have to slow down."

Joey: "Huh?"

Daddy looks like his brothers because they are father and son.

But why does this grandpa look so much like daddy?

Lu Xunzhi didn't know what was going on in the little boy's mind, so he smiled faintly, put on his sunglasses, and walked away from Joey.

The two brothers caught up and looked at Joey: "Joy, are you okay?"

Joey kept staring at Lu Xunzhi's back.

"George! Joey! McDull!"

Not far away, Gu Xinzhou's calling came.

The three little ones looked back, and hurriedly responded: "Here we come! We come!"

On Fang Jingting's side, everything is ready.

Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei had already paid their respects, and Song Zhen and his wife knelt side by side in front of the tombstone, kowtowed, burned paper money, and expressed their affection.

The three little ones went over, stood neatly in a row, knelt down on the mat, and kowtowed to the tombstone.

George: "Grandfather, hello, I'm George!"

McDull: "Grandpa, I will grow up quickly and take good care of my grandma, grandma, and mommy, don't worry!"

Joey: "Grandfather, hello, my name is Song Zhigu, I wish you a happy day!"

Under the guidance of the adults, San Xiaozhi put paper money into the brazier and stood up.

Fang Lingwei covered her face, weeping uncontrollably.

Lan Baozhen looked warmly at Song Zhen: "Song Zhen, you go to your mother's side first, and I will stay with Weiwei for a while. We will go find you later."

They are located in the area with the best geomantic omen in the cemetery and the most expensive cemetery, so the tombstones of Fang Jingting and Song Zhen's mother are no more than 50 meters apart, and they can see each other.

Song Zhen nodded: "OK."

He took Gu Xinzhou's hand and led the children over rows of evergreen pines to the mother's tombstone.

Looking at the flowers and fruit basket in front of the tombstone, Song Zhen paused.

He began to look around, but he couldn't see anyone passing by.

Gu Xinzhou held Song Zhen's hand tightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhen: "There is no one in my mother's family. For so many years, no one has come to worship her except me, including Song Enshuo!"

Gu Xinzhou opened his mouth and looked at the tombstone.

The woman in the photo of the tombstone is incredibly beautiful, her eyes seem to be filled with spring breeze, warm and serene.

With just one glance, Gu Xinzhou thought of a word: I have a poetic and bookish spirit in my belly.

It was Song Zhen's mother.

The tombstone reads: The tomb of loving mother Liang Xiaoqi, who erected the monument: only son, Song Zhen.

Gu Xinzhou asked in confusion: "You put up the monument for your mother-in-law?"

Song Zhen said frankly: "After my mother passed away, Song Enshuo erected a monument for her. Later, when I grew up, I changed the tombstone. Song Enshuo married someone else, and my mother passed away, so don't let her take this muddy trip. It's water."

The bodyguards handed over flowers and champagne, and prepared the brazier.

Song Zhen personally placed the sacrifice in front of the tombstone, grabbed a handful of gold ingots folded by himself, put them inside, and lit it.

Gu Xinzhou thought of something, turned and ran away.

She came to a staff member and asked, "Excuse me, do you remember this tomb, has anyone visited in the past two days?"

The staff member glanced at Song Zhen's direction, raised his eyebrows and said, "A man came here just now, about 50 or [-] years old, and he looks very educated."

Gu Xinzhou: "Just now?"

Staff: "Yes, it took about ten minutes!"

Gu Xinzhou hurried to Song Zhen's side and told him the situation.

(End of this chapter)