The more Su Jiaoniang thought about it, the more she felt it was advisable.

She glanced back at the two children as a warning, and the pretenders immediately closed their eyes. Su Jiaoniang smiled coldly, turned around and walked towards the edge of the village, her destination Lu Wujiu's cenotaph.

On summer nights, insects and birds become quiet.

With each step she took, the sound of footsteps echoed on the ground, and Su Jiaoniang clearly sensed someone approaching from behind.

She walked calmly toward the cemetery!

The eerie firelight, carrying the momentum of a wildfire, was extremely conspicuous in the dark night. Su Jiaoniang clearly saw a person squatting in the graveyard, silently facing the yellow earth.

Only the burning paper emitted a soft popping sound.

She slowly approached, finally able to make out the person burning paper money. She watched the slightly familiar figure with interest, then moved closer. Her footsteps and breathing startled the person before her. He suddenly turned around, and their eyes met. A look of surprise flashed in Su Jiaoniang's eyes; she felt as if this person was a persistent ghost.

My mind flashed back to all the times I'd run into this person.

Su Jiaoniang asked, "What are you doing in my Sweetwater Village cemetery in the dead of night?"

Su Jiaoniang's eyes were wary, and that intense gaze made Lu Wujiu chuckle. The grave contained the remains of his wife, whom he had met once, yet this woman claimed he didn't even have the right to offer sacrifices to her.

Thinking of the mask on my face.

He said coldly, "It's an old friend."

"An old friend?" Su Jiaoniang stared at Lu Wujiu and suddenly reached out to rip into Lu Wujiu's heart.

The man reacted very quickly, with bold and decisive moves, responding to every move and even using his superior physique to launch a counterattack.

Su Jiaoniang withdrew her hand after testing the waters.

The man's martial arts skills were quite good, like those of someone from the military. The "old friend" he mentioned was probably a comrade-in-arms who had died on the battlefield with the original owner of this body? Thinking this, Su Jiaoniang looked at the man with a more friendly gaze.

Lu Wujiu had an extremely keen eye for people.

When the woman discovered him burning paper money, her expression actually became much more pleasant.

If she really has no relationship with his wife, why does he care about her so much?

Whether it was a secret agent or some other monster or demon, people actually changed their opinion of him because he mourned his deceased wife.

Her identity is somewhat mysterious!

Lu Wujiu pondered deeply, reasoned, and thought about it. Suddenly, he thought of Zhao Yan and Zhao Han. These two brothers looked exactly alike, even the cute little mole on their fingers was the same, but their personalities were completely different.

So, could the woman in front of him be his sister-in-law from his first marriage?

Or your older sister!

That seems much more reasonable now.

The little brat I saw last night, so young yet full of malice, is his nephew. I can't let the child continue like this.

Lu Wujiu left the cemetery.

Su Jiaoniang exhaled, realizing that Zhang Dazhu was still following her.

So he began his performance.

"My dear husband, you heartless bastard, how could you just leave all by yourself? What will become of me and the child without you!"

"Tell me, why didn't you take me with you?"

"My child is disobedient. It hurts my heart to hit him, but it hurts my stomach if I don't. Why can't you help me?"

"Take me with you, my longing and love for you can withstand the test of time. Even in the highest heavens and the deepest hells, you are nowhere to be found. Enter the gate of my longing, and you will know the bitterness of my yearning. Long is my longing, long is my remembrance; short is my longing, yet endless is my longing. If I had known it would torment my heart so, I would rather we had never met. My dear father..."

She knelt on the ground, facing the grave, and within a minute, tears streamed down her face as she uttered emotional words.

She wasn't good at acting, but at this moment, the cemetery, the lone crow, and the surrounding environment had already influenced most of her emotions.

Su Jiaoniang became more and more engrossed in her storytelling, reciting all the poems she had learned in her previous life. At this moment, Zhang Sanzhu felt a mix of emotions, though he had no idea what "drinking vinegar" meant.

The woman was crying while reciting poetry.

She was the daughter of a scholar, so it was no surprise that she was well-read.

The poems she recited were all very easy to understand.

yes!

Enter the gate of my longing, and you will know the bitterness of my longing.

At this moment, he also felt the pain of wanting but not getting, of pursuing relentlessly, and of longing for someone he couldn't have.

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Sanzhu quietly turned around and left the cemetery.

Hearing the departing footsteps, Su Jiaoniang's breathing gradually calmed down. She wiped her eyes, glanced at the gravesite, and pointed to the yellow earth: "Old Lu, Old Lu, you and the original owner have already met, right? You're doing well down there. Please forgive me for disturbing you today. It was all for the child."

After Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, she went back to the Zhang family.

I lay in bed and slept soundly for the first time.

The next morning, I woke up and drank two bowls of white porridge cooked by Mrs. Jiang.

The white porridge was mixed with some minced meat and some homemade pickled vegetables. After finishing the simple breakfast, Su Jiaoniang led the Zhang brothers toward the homestead.

The house-building project must continue.

Despite not getting enough rest, Zhang Sanzhu was still responsible for taking care of the two children.

Today, Futu and Changsheng were both very focused. They were small, and each of them was frowning as they wrote on the paper with seriousness and concentration.

Bored, Zhang Sanzhu thought of the poems Su Jiaoniang had recited the night before.

Bored and restless, I began to recite: "Enter the gate of my longing, know the bitterness of my longing, long longing, long remembrance..."

After saying that, her eyes reddened again.

The writing Buddha and Changsheng exchanged a glance.

They are all quite young.

They know quite a bit about poetry.

After all, one had received royal education since childhood, while the other's mind was occasionally filled with chaotic judgments. As outstanding children, they naturally understood how remarkable and excellent the poem Zhang Sanzhu recited was.

It would probably take at least three hundred years for someone to write such a masterpiece.

The two children, who were practicing writing, both wrote down the poem that Zhang Sanzhu had recited on paper.

Xiao Futu put down his pen and looked at Zhang Sanzhu: "Brother Sanzhu, who wrote the poem you recited?"

His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he stared intently at Zhang Sanzhu.

Zhang Sanzhu paused for a moment. He wanted to find someone to confide in about his troubles and pain, but he was worried about being seen as being dramatic. Now that a child was curious about his feelings, Sanzhu felt that it was time to express his deepest thoughts.

"You want to know?" Sanzhu asked.

The little Buddha nodded.

Changsheng, who was practicing calligraphy, put down his pen and stared at Sanzhu. Four inquisitive eyes fell on him.

Zhang Sanzhu finally began to talk about his feelings.

From being clueless at the beginning, to being attracted by the food, and later by the beauty, he became interested in her.

Xiao Futu frowned, and the more he listened to Sanzhu recount his feelings, the deeper his frown became.

He was still a child. Why should he listen to someone talk about their unrequited love? He was just curious about the beautiful and touching poems, especially since this person even missed his mother.

He already had a stepfather in mind.

Everyone else, step back!

Zhang Sanzhu was completely unaware of Xiao Futu's inner turmoil and disdain, and even thought that Futu had projected his feelings onto him, which was why he was frowning because of his sadness!