Cheng Qiao helped little Cheng Li put on a cotton jacket, took him out of the space, then took a mat and placed it on the ground, and asked little Cheng Li to kneel down in front of the urn and kowtow respectfully.
"Mom's grandpa."
Little Cheng Li pointed at the photo on the urn and spoke clearly.
Cheng Qiao was delighted that little Cheng Li could speak now.
"Yes, Mom's grandpa."
"picture"
"Of course, your mother also has grandpa's blood in my body. I have his genes. It would be wrong if I didn't look like him."
“I am like my mother”
"Um."
Cheng Qiao took out a hot water bottle and placed it in little Cheng Li's arms. The mother and son sat quietly in the dim room and talked.
Seeing that little Cheng Li had fallen asleep, he quickly sent him into the space, changed the incense and candles, and continued to keep watch. The sky turned pale and Ye Hui came out.
"Uncle, I'll take a nap for a while, you can call me when the time comes."
Zhao Hui nodded, and Cheng Qiao walked towards the master bedroom. The door was not locked and opened with a slight push. When they walked in, they found that the room was surprisingly large and surprisingly cold.
Cheng Qiao turned around, closed the door, and went straight into the space. Little Cheng Li was looking at her eagerly. Cheng Qiao smiled, and quickly picked up little Cheng Li, changed his diaper, fed him breakfast, and played with him for a while. The little guy fell asleep again.
Cheng Qiao came out of the space. At this time, she had a clear view of the room. There was only one step-out bed, which surprised Cheng Qiao. It was a two-story mahogany step-out bed, which was priceless.
There is also a complete set of mahogany furniture, which is elegant and luxurious. When you open the large wardrobe, you can see the cheongsam and western dress that Zhao Min wore when she was young. The cheongsam is embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the western dress is also an imported product.
Thinking of the basement, Cheng Qiao turned into the ear room next door. The ear room was not big, only about 20 square meters, with a bed and cabinets, and there was no entrance to the basement at all.
Cheng Qiao looked at the bed and an idea came to him. He reached out and put the bed into the space. He carefully checked each blue brick, but could not find any problems at all. So he simply put the blue bricks into the space.
A flat copper ring appeared in front of him, and there was a keyhole in front of the copper ring. A brass key appeared in Cheng Qiao's hand. He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it twice, and the copper ring stood up.
He hooked his fingers on the copper ring and pulled up hard. A large piece of board was lifted up, and a staircase appeared in front of him. Cheng Qiao quickly took out a flashlight and walked down using the flashlight's light.
After walking up seven steps in total, there was another door. It was locked. Cheng Qiao also used the brass key to unlock it. He pushed the door open, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
He shone the flashlight and found a wire on the wall. He pulled it, but the light didn't come on. Cheng Qiao sighed and could only shine the flashlight little by little.
The basement is not big, about five or six square meters. Except for a passage in the middle, both sides are filled with boxes.
Cheng Qiao held the flashlight high and counted slowly: one, two, fifteen, sixteen, twenty, twenty-eight. There were actually twenty-eight mahogany boxes.
Cheng Qiao was worried that Zhao Hui would come looking for her, so she moved her hands and twenty-eight mahogany boxes went directly into her space. She checked them carefully again to make sure nothing was missing before locking the door and returning to the bedroom.
After taking out the blue bricks and putting the bed on it, and when everything was back to normal, Cheng Qiao returned to the bedroom. Regardless of the thick dust on the bed, she lay down on it directly. This was where her mother had slept, and she wanted to sleep there too.
"Cheng Qiao, Liang Qingya is here, please come out and have breakfast. After breakfast we will go to the funeral."
"Hey, here I come."
Cheng Qiao glanced at the watch on his wrist and realized that more than an hour had passed while he was saying these words. He quickly stood up, dusted himself off, opened the door and walked out.
Liang Qingya bought too many breakfasts, including soybean milk and fried dough sticks, sesame seed cakes with meat, pancakes, sugar-coated steamed buns, meat buns, vegetable buns, and steamed dumplings...
"Have you moved the entire state-owned hotel's breakfast here?"
"There are three of us, no, four of us. The old man loves to eat sesame seed buns with meat. I'll go burn some incense for him and send him a plate of sesame seed buns with meat."
An hour later, three people appeared in the back mountain of the capital, where the mistress of the Zhao family, Zhao Hui's mother, was buried. Now they were going to send the old man there to accompany her.
After the simple and grand burial ceremony, Liang Qingya sent them to the train station. Zhao Hui wanted to go back quickly because he was worried about his wife and children. Cheng Qiao had no choice but to follow him, otherwise it would be too dangerous for a woman to take the train.
"Brother, Cheng Qiao, you can eat these on the way, and Cheng Qiao, don't forget to write to me."
Cheng Qiao took the bag of food, smiled and nodded. She would treat this loyal fan of her mother as her own uncle.
The return trip was also in a soft sleeper. Cheng Qiao went to the toilet as soon as the train started. After locking the door, she went straight into the space. Little Cheng Li looked at Cheng Qiao with tears in his eyes, which melted Cheng Qiao's heart.
"Baby, I'm sorry, my grandpa has to be buried today, so I can't come in to accompany you, and my uncle is outside, I can't take you out like this."
Little Cheng Li felt aggrieved. Although he understood what his mother meant, he was really bored being alone.
"Mom will take you to the backyard. There is a new tree spirit there."
Little Cheng Li's eyes lit up. There was not only Little Red Head but also Saker Falcon in the backyard. When did a tree spirit appear? No wonder his mother didn't let him go to the backyard. She was probably afraid that the tree spirit would harm him.
The Qilin Resurrection Tree has been in great spirits these past two days. The air and nutrients in this place are many times better than those in Qilian Mountain, so dense new buds have grown all over the tree.
Cheng Qiao saw these tender shoots at a glance and couldn't help but smile. She knew what these tender shoots were. They were the Qilin Resurrection Grass.
He rushed over quickly, introduced little Cheng Li to the Qilin Resurrection Tree first, and then directly plucked the wool from it, no, plucked the tender shoots.
The Qilin of the Qilin Resurrection Tree lowered its head and looked at the little kid in front of it with disgust from the bottom of its heart. Then it raised its head and actually ignored little Cheng Li.
Little Cheng Li felt the arrogance of the Qilin Resurrection Tree, and snorted angrily, and went to play with Saker Falcon and Little Red Head. The Resurrection Tree got angry when it saw the little guy having fun with the two animals.
After plucking the tender sprouts, Cheng Qiao quickly ran into the pharmacy, threw all the herbs needed for the resurrection pill into the drawer, then left the space and returned to his seat.
Zhao Hui smiled slightly and avoided people as soon as he got in the car. He guessed that she was up to something new. He had seen with his own eyes that niece suddenly appear and disappear.
So he knew that this niece had a secret, and it was a huge secret. Fortunately, God still favored the Zhao family, but he just didn't know whether he should ask what the secret was.