Chapter 1165: This Girl Can't Go

"Mom, what is this?" Xixi opened her amber eyes wide. What is this thing? Can it be eaten?

He Xiyan said thank you to her aunt again.

I remember that when she was a child, her aunt looked at her as if she saw the plague god.

When she was eight years old, she was playing at her aunt's house. Because she was hungry, she stole several mugwort cakes that her aunt left in the cupboard for her cousin. That time, her aunt scolded her to death, saying that she was a thief at a young age and stole food, saying that she had no education. She also called her parents over and said that she was not a good student and had bad behavior.

Since then, she has never been willing to eat what her aunt made, until now.

He Xiyan didn't know that these bad memories would always stay in her mind. In fact, she would rather not remember these things, and she also hoped that in her memory, her relatives were kind and loving.

Some hatred, perhaps should be forgotten, because it is meaningless.

Many people are inherently selfish, and they can't be said to be bad, they are just more snobbish. When you were poor, she avoided you. When you were prosperous, she tried to please you in every way.

But there was a point that they were just bad to others, but they were still very good to their own family.

That's all, there was really no need to take some hatred to heart.

He Xiyan picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a baba and stuffed it into her mouth. It was a delicious mugwort baba, soft and delicate, unlike the ones she made herself, which were rough and had a smell of alkali powder.

Xixi saw her mother eating it, and she also picked up one and tasted it. She found that it tasted good, so she picked up one and handed it to her brother, saying:

"Brother, try it. I haven't seen this thing in Yecheng."

Yuanyuan politely looked at her mother's aunt on the side, smiled and said, "Thank you, grandma."

The mother and her two children sat in the living room to rest for a while. After a while, He Xiyan's uncle He Qingguo came back, and with him came Master Wang, the most famous Feng Shui master and fortune teller in their local area, who he specially invited.

Many people on the man's side believe in Feng Shui. Whether it is building a house or burying a grave, they will ask Feng Shui masters to look at Feng Shui for good luck.

"Hello, Master Wang, I am He Xiyan." After greeting her uncle, He Xiyan took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Hello." Master Wang nodded slightly.

Xixi and Yuanyuan laughed at one end.

These two children only believe in science. They sneered at such heretical theories as Feng Shui, ghosts and gods.

Xixi leaned close to her brother's ear and smiled, "Brother, remember to record it, and see how he talks nonsense later."

"Master Wang, the coffin will be opened and the bones will be picked up at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. Please come early to give some advice." He Xiyan said politely.

She respected these fortune tellers and Feng Shui masters, no matter whether they were talking nonsense or really had real talents.

Master Wang trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a kind of aura between his eyebrows. He nodded and agreed.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Xixi who was whispering something three or four meters away from him.

That look seemed to be staring at Xixi.

Xixi also noticed that this immortal was looking at her.

"Is there something wrong? Grandpa..." Xixi smiled, revealing her shallow dimples.

Master Wang frowned, and his tone suddenly became very stern, "This girl can't go to the cemetery tomorrow."