Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 975 Sentimental Memories

This is a very old house. The colorful brick road on the ground looks like it has a long history. It should be refurbished from an ancient palace, but there are automatic sprinklers around, and many decorations are mixed with western elements...

The old man standing in the middle of the corridor is undoubtedly the Elder Muerte in their mouths. He is a very kind-looking Mongolian old man with a round Mongolian face and small eyes, but condensed brilliance. It can be seen that he is a calm man. Sophisticated family.

And beside the old man stood a young woman, who was only in her twenties, wearing a gorgeous and cumbersome ancient Mongolian costume, with a thick necklace of pure gold decorations on her neck, layered on top of each other, and a large necklace was inlaid on it. Turquoise and agate, but because they are so thick, they always look like golden shackles.

And this face Chen Zhi is very familiar with. During his long technical high school career, this face was once the dream goddess of all the boys!
This woman's name is Fu Yuanyuan, and she is the school girl of their technical high school. Although most of Chen Zhi's technical high school are students who can't pass the college entrance examination and do nothing but skip school and play games every day, this girl is like a spring of fresh water. Same, let all the boys dream about.

Fu Yuanyuan was born with a beautiful white face, a pair of shining big eyes that seem to be able to speak, and always smile at people purely and pleasantly. This kind of beauty is different from the gorgeous and shocking beauty, but a kind of pure and clean Some people say that she is more beautiful than the milk tea sister on the Internet.

Like all boys, Chen Zhi also liked her in high school, but at that time, Chen Zhi's conditions were too poor and he had low self-esteem, so he didn't have the courage to talk to such a school belle.

However, at a classmate’s birthday party, Fu Yuanyuan once handed him a box with a pen inside and a note in the box that said “I want to be friends with you~~”

But this small detail was immediately discovered by those classmates, and everyone immediately booed. For a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student, this kind of scene was very embarrassing. Fu Yuanyuan ran out immediately, and never spoke to Chen Zhi again. Excuse me.

Chen Zhi also thought that the school belle was making fun of him at the time, so this youthful relationship ended before it even started to germinate~~~~
Unexpectedly, many years later, this former campus goddess would appear in this place...

Fu Yuanyuan obviously recognized him too. When she saw Chen Zhi appearing, her eyes lit up, but she didn't speak, and then a trace of unconcealable sadness appeared between her brows.

Others didn't realize that the two knew each other, and the Mongolian father greeted him very politely.

"Welcome, welcome, all distinguished guests~~"

Father Muert looked at Chen Zhi with a smile all over his face,

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Mr. Chen mentioned by Mr. Bao. He is indeed a talented person, young and promising~~~"

After politely speaking, Father Muert put his hands on his chest, bowed very respectfully, said a few more words in Mongolian, and raised his hand and shook it twice in front of Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi has seen this kind of etiquette before. This is the highest etiquette for Mongolians to welcome guests. He wishes the guests well! ! !
"Yes! Yes! This is Chen Zhi...",
The old somersault also smiled politely,
"Oh~~, Father Mult, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your complexion is getting better.

We arrived last night, afraid of disturbing you, so we only came to visit this morning, please don't be offended~~"

"Oh~, I should be the one who picked you up in person. I'm old and my body is useless!! Don't take offense~~~"

Mr. Murt replied in very fluent Chinese,

"My grandson is an impetuous person. When he went to pick you up, he was not rude!"

"Where are you, you are too polite, your grandson, Prince Humeng, is a man of all manners..." Old Somersault immediately replied politely.

The two old men talked to each other politely for a long time, and finally Mr. Mult pointed to the woman beside him and said.

"This is the widow of my deceased son. Women should not be allowed to come out to pick up distinguished guests, but the funeral is being held for my son later. Please bear with me..."

"Widow?",
Chen Zhi thought for a moment, and immediately understood the reason why this school belle appeared here.

It turned out that long after graduating from high school, this former school beauty had married to Mongolia and became the young mistress of the Golden Family.

When the old somersault heard that there was a funeral going on behind the scenes, he immediately strongly asked to go and see it, saying that he would go to the incense sticks on behalf of the Bao family. These social etiquettes are cumbersome and complicated, and the old somersault like the old somersault will naturally not miss a step~ ~
Old Somersault and Mr. Muert greeted each other and walked towards the backyard. Chen Zhi and the others and Prince Humeng followed behind. All the way, Old Somersault said some words of condolence, condolences and other consolation, and even cried decently. Two beeps made the atmosphere very heavy.

Fat Wei looked at Fu Yuanyuan who was wearing pure gold jewelry in front of him, then turned his head and asked Hu Meng softly: "Hey! Brother Prince, that widow is not the same as your Mongolian girl! If I didn't look If it's wrong, it should be a Chinese!"

| "You guessed right~~",
Hu Meng said with a somewhat unscrupulous smile: "That's a woman my uncle got from China. My uncle liked her very much and married her after getting her..."

"Ah?" Fat Wei didn't understand what he said.
"I said Prince Humeng, even you are not young, your uncle must be at least over 50 years old? How did you marry such a young man?"

"What's the point of this!" Hu Meng replied indifferently:

"Our golden family is the richest family in Mongolia. The men in our family have many women, all young and beautiful, and I will be the same in the future~~~~
My uncle was 59 years old when he died!This is his regular wife, and the number of lovers he had during his lifetime is countless~~
Now that my uncle is gone, that woman is the widow of our golden family, but she has no children and may remarry. "

"What?" Fat Wei was a little surprised when he heard that.
"You guys are so open-minded! Your uncle is still pretending to be a funeral here. Just hurry to let your aunt get married~~"

"It's nothing more than a Chinese woman~~",
Hu Meng looked at Fu Yuanyuan in front of her with disdain, as if she was looking at something,
"This woman, like the gold around her neck, is the inheritance left by my uncle, a man who completely belongs to our golden family, and every one of our direct descendants is entitled to share her~~"

(End of this chapter)