Lin's old ancestor's eyebrows spread out at once.

But Lin Jiao Jiao wanted to cry more.

At the end of her death, her ancestors were still thinking about whether she could live well in the future.

Lin Jiao Jiao wept.

"Laozu Zong..."

The old ancestor patted the back of Lin Jiao Jiao's hand and comforted her. After a while, he became more and more slow, and finally stopped.

"My ancestors!"

Lin Jiao Jiao burst into tears.

Outside the door, Lin Jinglin heard the news and rushed in with his crutches. However, he stopped three meters away from the bed.

As if he did not dare to get close to him again, he was staring at his old mother who had no rest in bed. For a moment, his brain was blank.

It was not until Lin Jiao Jiao broke down and cried again and again that he gradually regained his consciousness.

Mother, she Passed away

The idea just crossed my mind. Lin Jinglin didn't know anything when it was dark.

For a moment, the room was in chaos.

……

For the next three days, Lin Jiao Jiao had been kneeling beside the coffin of the Lin family's ancestors. When she died, she knelt quietly and did not cry except when she was forced by Rong Zheng to eat and drink.

And her somewhat similar, is the old man Lin Jinglin.

It was not until his mother died that he realized that the resentment he had had against her was nothing at all.

Before his mother's death, he had no idea of the resentment.

No, he still wants it.

But what he thought was, why did he blame his mother at that time?

Clearly he is who he is and what ability he has. His mother's arrangement is the most suitable for him. Why should he resent his mother's unfairness to him?

Lin Jinglin didn't understand what he thought before.

But it's too late for anything.

He didn't even have time to say "I'm wrong" to his mother.

For a moment, Lin Jinglin was in tears.

For Lin Jiao Jiao, the three days went too fast. Before she could spend more time with her grandfather, she would send him to be cremated and buried in his grave.

At the same time, she suppressed the tears for three days and finally burst out uncontrollably.

"No! No! Ancestor! Old ancestor, wake up! You don't leave me! Jiao Jiao can't do without you... "

Lin Jiao Jiao cried so hard that she threw herself at her ancestor's coffin, but every time she was pulled back by Rong Zheng.

Like Lin Jinglin, she collapsed.

But Lin Jinglin is too old. At the age of 80 or 90, he cried bitterly for a while and then fainted. Then he was carried back to his room by his son and grandson.

There are still a lot of people crying around.

A cry inside, face without expression.

In this cry, there is less sincerity and more falsehood.

There are also some gloating.

Some of them are full of malice to Lin Jiao Jiao.

But they are afraid of Rong Zheng. Their eyes are very obscure.

Fortunately, the elders in charge of the Lin family are not confused. They know that if it was not for the existence of Lin Jiao Jiao, the Rong family would not help them again and again. They are not people who do not know how to be grateful, so they have great kindness to Lin Jiaojiao.

After the ancestors were buried in their graves, Lin Cunzhi, the current leader of the Lin family, came to Lin Jiaojiao.

Lin Cunzhi is a member of Lin Jiaojiao's uncle generation. Now he is in his early 50's, but he has been in charge for more than ten years.

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