Mu sighed to the mountain and helped him up: "mourning for change."
Guo Zicheng nodded when he stood up. He was wearing glasses and his face was calm. He said in a soft voice: "thank you, uncle mu."
He looked at Joaquin again, but didn't pay much attention to it. He soon turned his eyes away.
"I'll call you in the evening, uncle mu. Excuse me."
"Needless to say that." Mu Xiangshan waved his hand: "who could have thought of these things? I'll go and give you incense. "
Guo Zicheng nodded his head and was silent.
He took Mu Xiangshan and Qiao in today.
In the hall, Guo Jieshi's Lingtang photo is hanging in the center of the hall. His picture should have been taken early in the morning. There is a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. However, the black and white photos are somewhat sinister.
In front of the photo is a coffin, which has not been covered. Guo Jieshi, wearing a shroud, is lying inside.
He clearly seems to have some spirit, but now he is dead, can only lie in it and close his eyes forever.
There are two people kneeling in front of the coffin. Guo Zicheng's present-day wife, Cheng Yujun, and Guo shuoyu, who is not her own daughter, is also Guo Zicheng's daughter.
Guo Zhuyi is now in the hospital, and Guo Zhulian is not there. In addition to Guo Zicheng's son and daughter, there should be a grandson. As a result, neither of them is present.
Mu Xiangshan looked at the Lingtang photo of Guo Jieshi and sighed slightly.
He still remembers that when he came that day, he said jokingly that if Guo Jieshi suddenly left one day, he would not be able to see at last.
I didn't think it was.
In just two or three days, no one knew that such a thing would happen.
He gave Guo Jie three incense sticks in the world, and Qiao in the back also put on three incense sticks according to his understanding.
After offering incense, Guo Zicheng said to Mu Xiangshan: "Uncle mu, it's too late now. You and Qiao can go back to see it tomorrow morning."
"It's OK. I'll sit here for the last time."
Mu shook his head to the mountain, and finally asked, "how to solve the world?"
Guo Zicheng said with a wry smile: "it's not right when I came back from the police station. I had a big quarrel with me. It's estimated that I don't have the face to see me. I'm impatient. When the servant asks him to eat at night, he can't wake up. He's gone."
Mu Xiangshan just nodded.
Guo Jieshi is dead. Of course, Guo Zicheng can say whatever he wants. Even if someone has doubts, he can't be qualified to investigate.
Moreover, Mu Xiangshan didn't care much about how Guo Jieshi died.
Sooner or later, if he didn't know that he had asked someone to kill his original match.
When Guo Zicheng finished this sentence, he did not stop Mu Xiangshan from sitting at home.
Now in the middle of the night, many people have been informed by him, and naturally others will come to offer their condolence.
Mu Xiangshan found a place to sit down. He was not afraid of people. Although the lights were bright in the villa this evening, it was very quiet.
Qiao was standing on one side. Guo shuoyu, kneeling on the other side, secretly raised his eyes to see Qiao Jin.
In fact, there is a kind of hairy feeling in her heart, mainly because she went to see the body of grandfather after his death.
Grandfather is clearly the purpose of death.
He lay in bed staring, and then he closed his eyes, not knowing what his father had done.
Guo did not forget his appearance before he died.
Obviously, many people should not be afraid, but now kneeling in front of the funeral hall, the coffin in front of her has not been covered, she always has a kind of unspeakable creepy feeling.
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