Perhaps she also knew that she was sorry for her own son Zheng Jizong and felt guilty towards him, and was afraid that he would come to take her life at night, so she was so keen on wearing Dai Hong.
When she thought of the nightmare she had last night, she trembled all over and became limp. Now she had encountered such an unlucky group of people, which made Zhan Jinhua believe in ghosts and gods even more firmly.
Zhan Jinhua felt that those men in black were unlucky, while the other party felt that Zhan Jinhua's red clothes were too eye-catching and unlucky.
The man standing at the front was holding an urn in his hand. When he saw Zhan Jinhua in red, he turned his back reflexively to prevent the urn from meeting Zhan Jinhua.
He said to his companions, “Please ask her to leave. She can’t take the elevator my father just took. It will affect the fortunes of future generations.
The others got out of the elevator and chased Zhan Jinhua away, saying, "You can't ride this elevator if you're wearing red. You're so old, and you don't even know this little rule? Go away, take the stairs. Don't block our way here."
Zhan Jinhua was unhappy. When had she ever been bullied like this?
But the other party was outnumbered, so she had no choice but to give in temporarily. There was another elevator, and she planned to wait for it.
But unexpectedly, another elevator also stopped at the tenth floor, and a group of people in black came out. They were all from the same family as those holding the ashes.
Seeing that Zhan Jinhua was reluctant to go up the stairs, they directly guarded the elevator door and refused to let Zhan Jinhua get on the elevator.
If Zhan Jinhua hadn't felt terrified by the situation and wanted to leave as soon as possible, with her fiery personality, she wouldn't have let the other party go. If she got angry, she might even overturn the urn.
The situation was different today. She ultimately failed to get into the elevator and instead turned into the stairwell tremblingly.
On the tenth floor, it is easy to imagine how difficult it was for a fat old lady in her sixties to go down the stairs dragging a suitcase.
By the time Zhan Jinhua reached the first floor, her legs were so tired that they felt weak and she was out of breath.
Zhan Jinhua was a little disoriented in the unfamiliar neighborhood, not knowing which door to leave. In this shabby place, there wasn't a soul in sight, and there was no one to ask for directions.
She walked in the opposite direction of the main entrance and finally reached the end, but was blocked by a row of high walls.
Then I walked back along the same path I came from, and after a long journey, I finally got out of the community.
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