Spear Teacher

"......"

Jiang Qiyu glanced at the assistant whose tear glands were surging, gritted her teeth and decided to take responsibility for her own actions.

As the old man shouted with a bit of shock and anger, he supported the grave with both hands.

"That..."

As he slowly stood up and showed his head from behind the grave, he said apologetically:

"Grandpa, I'm really sorry--"

"Ah!!!"

Before she finished her apology, she heard the old man who was just dying suddenly shouted with full energy.

Then he stood up from the wheelchair with a vigorous posture.

In the blink of an eye, he took three steps back.

And with this quick and neat action, he might have accidentally touched the speaker button of the phone he had just quietly dialed.

An anxious voice came from the cell phone left on the wheelchair:

"Master! What's wrong, Master?! Are you in danger, Master?!!"

"......"

The old man did not answer, but stared at the head sticking out of the grave with a gloomy face.

"......"

And Jiang Qiyu didn't dare to move.

She only had time to show her head before she was frightened by the old man's overreaction, and could only hold her body up and maintain this action.

"......"

"......"

"Woo......"

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and finally it was the suppressed cry of Yu Xiaoyu, who was still immersed in the touching father-daughter relationship, that broke the almost stagnant atmosphere.

"You......"

"You......"

The old and the young spoke at the same time. Jiang Qiyu felt that she was not right, so she smiled politely and signaled with her expression to let the old man speak first.

The old man, whose eyes were originally as big as copper bells, suddenly changed his eyes when he saw her shy smile.

The voice on the other end of the phone was still shouting, and it sounded like he was struggling to get on the road:

"Master! Hold on, Master! Master--"

"Old Zhao..."

The old man stared at the head on the grave, and said blankly:

"I seem to see the evening too..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone shouted even more heartbreakingly:

"What?!! Master is hallucinating, Master!!! Master, hold on for a while longer, don't sleep!!! Master--"

"Bullshit!"

The old man, who looked energetic, was no longer on guard at this time. He frowned slightly and suddenly gave birth to a sense of majesty.

"Keep your voice down, don't scare Wanyi."

While speaking, he stared at Jiang Qiyu who was slowly getting up, with a firm tone:

"Yes! It's Wanyi!"

His eyes suddenly brightened and he took two tentative steps forward instead of retreating, trying to squeeze out a smile from his majestic face:

"Wanyi, you too, if you want something, just ask your brother in your dream, why do you come here in broad daylight..."

As he said that, he smiled at Jiang Qiyu a little awkwardly, muttering softly:

"This girl... was so disobedient before, why is she really here now..."

After finally standing up with the help of the grave, Jiang Qiyu patted the dust on her hands in a daze, and looked at the old man who was talking to himself across the grave.

"..."

She knew every word of the old man's words separately, but why couldn't she understand them at all when they were put together?

After a moment of silence, she decided to slide down and apologize first:

"Um, old——"

"Don't move!"

But the old man didn't let her finish her words. Seeing that she was about to come out from behind the grave, he immediately waved his hand and shouted:

"Dad didn't mean that. Dad meant... you, come here..."

Jiang Qiyu frowned slightly in doubt, but still nodded in response:

"Come, come..."

"... Come empty-handed?"

"Um... Come in a hurry..."

"Be busy, be busy and fulfilled... Well, you finally came here, don't you bring something back, go back?"

"..."

Faced with this overly polite family member of the grave owner, Jiang Qiyu waved his hands awkwardly:

"No, no?"

It's not good to eat and take things at the same time, right?

The two exchanged a few words, and the old man nodded and asked:

"Do you have enough money over there?"

"Yes..."

Jiang Qiyu was about to nod and say it was okay, but she heard the old man's next sentence:

"Do you need to give you a few trillion?"

"???"

She was stunned by the word "trillions"He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the old man in front of him might have some cognitive problems.

He was about to go around the grave and explain to the old man.

He had just taken two steps when he heard the messy but swift footsteps in the distance.

And the roar that echoed through the forest from far to near:

"Master! I am late!!!"

Before Jiang Qiyu could react, he saw a group of men in black rushing from the only path up the mountain.

The one running in the front was a middle-aged man in a gray suit uniform that was obviously different from the other men in black.

The heartbreaking call also came from his mouth.

The group of people quickly came to the front, and without saying anything, they rushed up and surrounded the frowning old man in the middle.

The middle-aged man in a grey suit was panting heavily, looking at the old man in front of him in shock:

"Master, are you okay? Are you not hurt anywhere? Are you dizzy?"

But the old man surrounded by the wall of people did not appreciate it, and pulled the black-clothed man in front of him with dissatisfaction:

"Get out of the way, don't block me from seeing Wanyi!"

After pulling for several times without success, he tried to look out from the gap between the two bodyguards:

"Wanyi! Since you are here, don't leave in a hurry! I'll call your brother and your sister-in-law! And your nephews, let's have a family reunion - don't block me!"

"Master, this..."

After confirming that the old man was unharmed, the middle-aged man had to be free.

Puzzled, she followed his line of sight and looked at the figure who was walking out from behind the grave with an apologetic look on his face...

"Miss, Miss, Miss...?!! You, you, you..."

The man was dumbfounded and couldn't speak clearly.

Things had come to this point, and Jiang Qiyu could only bite the bullet and step forward.

"You guys..."

Although she didn't know what they were talking about, she still tried to force out a friendly smile in accordance with the principle of not hitting a smiling person:

"Okay?"

But facing her greeting, the middle-aged man looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened and he slowly opened his mouth:

"Ah--um..."

But before he could scream, the old man beside him, who had predicted it and was agile, covered his mouth with his hand.

"Mmmmm..."

"Don't scream!"

The old man, who was still strong, covered half of his face tightly and said sternly:

"If you scare Wan Yi away, I won't forgive you!"

"Mmmmm..."

The middle-aged man with his mouth covered gradually calmed down.

But when he regained his sanity, he squinted his eyes and looked at the lady's grave again.

But he found that the person standing by the tombstone with a forced smile...?

It seems that she is not the lady who has passed away many years ago.

It shouldn't be the lady who has passed away many years ago!