"Thank you for the directions."
He thanked the enthusiastic villagers.
He Jiong and Zi Feng walked towards the bridge.
Under the bridge was a crystal clear river.
The calm river reflected the sunlight, shining brightly.
Zi Feng looked towards this small river.
His face was immediately reflected in the river.
Suddenly, a small fish leaped out from Zi Feng's " face."
Then, he swam leisurely among the gravel.
This scene instantly made the audience gasp in amazement.
"The scenery of this village is too beautiful!”
"The environment here is too well protected!”
"I see the bamboo. That should be Teacher Wang's house!
The production team crossed the small bridge and walked another few dozen meters.
A huge courtyard suddenly appeared in front of him.
There were many green bamboos planted outside the courtyard.
There were three rooms in the courtyard.
Coincidentally, at this moment.
Grandma Wang walked out of the room in the middle.
She was carrying a table with both hands and looked like she was struggling.
"Grandma Wang looks so tired."
"If I had my son by my side, how could this be?”
"Don't let me see her son, or I'll beat him up every time I see him!”
“……”
He saw Grandma Wang working hard.
The audience was the first to react.
She also had a huge grudge against her sons!
"Let's go help."
He Jiong and Zi Feng immediately jogged over to help.
The table was quite heavy. The two of them carried it for a long time.
Finally, he carried the table into the middle of the courtyard.
"It's you guys?"
Grandma Wang looked at the two of them gratefully.
"Grandma Wang, why are you moving it?”
Zi Feng said very puzzled.
In such a short period of time, he had only moved the table.
Beads of sweat trickled down her small face.
She was sure that if no one helped.
Grandma Wang definitely couldn't deal with this big table alone.
At this moment, she looked at the table carefully.
He realized that this table looked different from ordinary tables!
The table legs were curved and not straight.
"Eh? This seems to be an offering table!"
He Jiong said in surprise.
He wasn't the only one who noticed.
Many of the audience could tell.
The table that Grandma Wang had just moved out was not an ordinary table.
Instead, it was a sacrificial table specially used for offerings!
"Ah, Teacher He, look…"
At this time, Zi Feng suddenly pointed to the ground beside him.
There were a few baskets with many fruits on them.
On the side of the courtyard wall, there were memorial tablets, incense tables, candles, and so on.
Apart from that, there was also a large black photo frame!
However, the photo frame was upside down, so no one knew who the owner of the photo was.
"This…Is this a mourning hall?”
"Could it be that the hundred-year-old elder has passed away?”
"I came at the wrong time today!"
"No wonder the villagers are crying…"
"How pitiful!"
"Have a safe journey, Elder!"
The bullet comments floated past.
"Grandma Wang, are you decorating the mourning hall?”
He Jiong asked.
If he didn't ask clearly, there would be a misunderstanding.
That would be too funny!
"Ah, yes."
Grandma Wang nodded in disappointment.
Hearing this, He Jiong's expression instantly turned solemn.
Zi Feng's small face also tensed up all of a sudden.
"So, Grandma Wang, are you alone at home now?”
He Jiong asked softly.
"Yes, just me."
Grandma Wang nodded.
Grandma Wang's expression was very calm.
However, the live broadcast room was in an uproar!
"What? The elder has passed away, and those ten sons are not showing up?”
"Do they still have humanity?”
"Not to mention an outsider like me, I'm afraid that no human can stand it!”
"Heavens! How could there be such an unfilial descendant!"
It wasn't just the audience who thought so.
Even in He Jiong and Zi Feng's hearts.
He was also furious.
However, at this time, He Jiong, as a professional emcee, had to be careful.
Instead, she did not want to open Grandma Wang's scar.
"First, help Grandma Wang deal with Grandpa's funeral.”
"Everything after that will be decided by public opinion!”
He Jiong quickly made up his mind.
"Grandma Wang, we don't have anything to do.”
"Let us help you decorate the mourning hall.”
He Jiong said gently to Grandma Wang.
"There's no hurry. I see that you're all tired.”
"Why don't you go inside and drink some water first?"
Grandma Wang said considerately.
Then, he brought He Jiong and Zi Feng to the leftmost room.
……
He Jiong and Zi Feng had just entered the living room.
On the opposite wall.
There was a huge family portrait hanging on the wall!
The two of them quickly walked to the front of the family portrait and looked at it carefully.
The date of the photo was 25 years ago!
In the center of the photo was an old man in his seventies or eighties.
This should be Grandma Wang's grandfather.
On either side of the elder stood a man and a woman.
The man was in his forties and should be Teacher Wang's wife.
The woman was close to forty years old, and he could vaguely make out Teacher Wang's appearance.
In the arms of the man and the woman, there was a child in each of their arms.
Apart from that, there were also people beside the two of them and behind the elder.
There were eight people of different ages standing there.
They should be Grandma Wang's other eight sons.
The age of these ten sons varied greatly.
The oldest was twenty years old and was standing behind the elder.
The younger ones were carried by Teacher Wang and his wife.
They were about two to four years old.
There were a total of thirteen people in the photo.
Everyone had a bright smile on their faces.
He even looked at the photos.
One could tell that when the family took the family portrait.
That pure happiness and laughter!
However, when he thought about this moment and this situation.
Looking at the deserted house, Grandma Wang was washing fruits alone in the kitchen.
It wasn't just He Jiong and Zi Feng.
Everyone in the audience felt a huge sense of loss!
At the same time, his resentment towards his ten sons.
It was even bigger!
"Come and eat some fruit."
At this moment, Grandma Wang walked over with a fruit platter.
When Grandma Wang saw He Jiong and Zi Feng's actions.
She could not help but look at the family portrait.
She looked at her ten sons.
His face instantly blossomed with a dazzling expression!
Grandma Wang said lovingly,
"This is my eldest son, Chen Wei, my second son, Chen Bin, and my third son, Super Chen…"
“……”
"I'm carrying the youngest…"
"His father is carrying Xiao Jiu, Chen Xu!”
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