Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 622 A person with a story.

Song Yang smiled: "It looks good."

"It's just that this opera singer looks like a person with a story, hiding something deep." She raised her eyes to look at Yuan Zhou who was singing, and always felt that there was a different emotion hidden in this person's eyebrows and eyes.

"It's just an actor, what kind of person can it be?"

Song Chen was eating melon seeds vigorously, and didn't pay much attention to Song Yang's words.

On the other hand, Fu Yuejun looked at the past, and she didn't know if it was an illusion or what. At that moment, she and Yuan Zhou's eyes met each other, and she felt that his eyes were as deep as an abyss. If people fell into it, they would never come out again. up.

Seeing Fu Yuejun's downcast expression, Song Chen asked in confusion, "Why are you so quiet today?"

This is not like you or her.

"So many melon seeds can't stop your mouth." Jin Tingxiao grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into Song Chen's hands, and said to him in a low voice, "The Cold Clothes Festival is coming, don't mess with her."

For her, the Cold Clothes Festival is a curse.

The pain this curse brought to her was not even a ten thousandth of what Duan Siyan betrayed her at the time.

Often when the Cold Clothes Festival was approaching, he didn't dare to speak too much, for fear of offending her.

"What happened to the Winter Clothes Festival?"

However, Song Chen didn't know the key point, so he said carelessly: "It's just a ghost festival, and we don't believe it, it's the older generation who believe it."

Anyway, he felt that the Hungry Ghost Festival and the Winter Clothes Festival were all ghost festivals. Although the folks had always been in awe of these things, he didn't think it mattered, and just followed the old people to worship.

The aura around Fu Yuejun obviously dropped, Qin Zhiyu sat next to her as if on pins and needles, kicked Song Chen under the table, stared at him and warned: "Stop talking, or you will die if you say any more."

"Why?" Song Chen was puzzled. It was just a small ghost festival, and the folks paid less attention to the Cold Clothes Festival than the Ghost Festival: "Could it be that some people are afraid of ghosts?"

There are no ghosts in this world, they are all superstitions, and he doesn't believe in them.

Song Yang glanced at Song Chen, covered his lips and smiled slightly: "Brother, although the theory of ghosts and gods is illusory, it is the rules left by the ancestors, and you must not offend them!"

No one has seen this kind of metaphysics, and it cannot be denied, but it cannot be said absolutely.

After all, no one has seen it.

But if it doesn't exist, then why is there such a saying?

Song Yang took these things very lightly. If he had a clear heart, he would be invulnerable to gods and ghosts. If his mind was not right, then maybe after death, he would really go to hell.

"When did your thinking become so old?" Song Chen stared at her suspiciously, wondering in his heart. His sister was always indifferent and cold, and she took things lightly.

Why are you starting to comment on the theory of ghosts and gods today?

Listening to Song Chen's words, Fu Yuejun was really annoyed, and interrupted him coldly: "Okay, the Cold Clothes Festival is a sacrificial festival left by the ancestors, no matter what, it's not your turn to discuss it!"

"I still have something to do, I'll go first."

Not wanting to stay here any longer, Fu Yuejun got up and left. Jin Tingxiao quickly went up to coax her, but she pushed her away and left alone.

Seeing Fu Yuejun's strong reaction, Song Chen was a little puzzled: "Did she eat the powder keg today, so irritable?"

In his impression, Fu Yuejun is a woman who has always been calm and calm, and never has such an irritable side, which is really strange.

(End of this chapter)