Chapter 61 Someone died, so they had a feast, eight people per table!

Looking into Qiao Qiao's big, unblinking eyes.

Grandma Qiao closed her eyes.

She had absolutely no doubt about it.

She herself couldn't explain why.

Perhaps her granddaughter's recent unusual behavior has caused her trust in her to reach its peak.

The grandfather and grandson looked so devastated that the two people next to them were completely bewildered.

Meng Zhengcheng looked at the three dates, but couldn't see anything unusual, especially since it was five years later...

"This can't be anyone's death day, can it?" Qiao Changdong said.

Qiao Changdong was joking when he said this, because he felt that the grandmother and grandson looked so grief-stricken that it was a bit too heavy, and he deliberately wanted to lighten the atmosphere.

But Qiao Changdong never expected this.

As soon as he finished speaking, three pairs of eyes turned to him.

Excluding Grandma Qiao and Qiao Qiao.

There's also a pair of little figures inside the tiny bubble on Qiao Qiao's forehead.

This time.

Even more amazing.

Inside the gray bubble, a little person dressed in mourning clothes was lying on the ground, crying hysterically at a wooden puppet lying on the ground covered with a white cloth that read "He is dead."

There was a group of people surrounding the little figure, and there was a lot of noise, with people setting off firecrackers and others eating around a small table!

In short, the scene was very lively.

This vividly illustrates what it means to have a funeral, with eight people at a table!

"..." Qiao Changdong could no longer laugh.

He even subconsciously and nervously swallowed.

Especially when it was highly likely that the banquet would be for him, Qiao Changdong felt completely overwhelmed.

He awkwardly pointed to the date listed at the very beginning and asked Grandma Qiao, "Is this really my death date?"

"Really?" Meng Zhengcheng was also a little incredulous.

Meng Zhengcheng found this terrifying.

He even considered asking, "When am I going to die?"

But seeing those freshly baked dates, I'm a little hesitant to ask.

It's like having a butcher's knife hanging over your head, ready to fall at any moment.

Even if they weren't dead, they'd be scared to death first, wouldn't they?

"Mom, you died at sixty? I guess you were heartbroken because I'm gone."

"Sweetie, what's wrong..."

Qiao Changdong was speechless.

If we calculate based on this date, it would be understandable if he died earlier.

It's understandable that his mother died at the age of sixty. He could even guess that the cause of her death was probably excessive grief over losing him.

It's not that he's unfilial or doesn't want his mother to live a few more years; naturally, he wants her to live to be a hundred, even if it means shortening his own lifespan.

In this era, sixty years old is considered a long life. Look at his old man, he died last year at only fifty-eight!

He felt that living to sixty was a worthwhile life.

But what about his precious baby?!

Why so early!

In 1989, she was only nine years old, not even ten!

This was something Qiao Changdong found very unacceptable.

He didn't even care how he died, he only asked Qiao Qiao, "Baby, tell Daddy, how...did you die?"

Qiao Changdong didn't even want to use the word "death".

Qiao Qiao closed her eyes, recalling the scene of being forcibly tied to the operating table in her previous life.

Fear and terror made her tremble all over.

The little figure in the bubble above her head also became covered in blood, lying in one place shivering. Before Qiao Changdong could get a clearer look, the little bubble popped and disappeared.

And then it never appeared again.

Clearly, this is the little girl's deepest fear.

So terrified that even the tiny bubbles above my head stopped bubbling up.

Qiao Qiao, on the other hand, tightly wrapped her small hands around Qiao Changdong's neck.

She looked at him, then at Grandma Qiao, and stopped mentioning her own death. Instead, she said, "Dad, Grandma, Qiaoqiao will protect you, and protect everyone in the Qiao family."

A tiny little person.

She's only a little over three years old.

She speaks more fluently, but still has a babyish voice.

But with an unwavering look in her eyes, she told them that she would protect them, and that she would protect everyone in the Qiao family.

The adults felt a sudden numbness in their hearts, as if something had filled them up, leaving them feeling sour and bloated.

——

The next morning.

When Qiao Xiaoyun returned from her shift, she specially bought breakfast to make things easier for Grandma Qiao.

Upon entering, I was met with a pair of bright, panda-like eyes and a pair of bewildered, innocent eyes.

The one with panda eyes in the front is her husband, and the one with panda eyes in the back is her son.

"What's wrong with you two?" Qiao Xiaoyun asked, putting breakfast on the table. Then, as if remembering something, she turned and glared at Meng Zhengcheng: "Don't tell me, you went fishing again last night, and you fished all night long!"

"No, no, how could I dare? Besides, I have so many things to do at home, how could I be so inconsiderate?" Meng Zhengcheng, eager to survive, kept waving his hands.

Qiao Xiaoyun brought over a bowl and chopsticks, placed them on the table, and said, "You look even more tired than me, the one on the night shift."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and looked at the two closed rooms: "Where are Mom and Dongzi? Have they already gone back?"

Meng Zhengcheng glanced at her listlessly, took out a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "They're still sleeping, probably until around ten o'clock, so don't disturb them."

"What?" Qiao Xiaoyun initially thought she was hallucinating.

She understands that her little niece and her brother are a bit sleepy.

Her mother was such a diligent person; in the countryside, she would usually get up before dawn, around five o'clock.

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