Chapter 817: It's you who came back to see E-niang, right?

   Chapter 817 You came back to see E-Niang, right?

  Fujin cried so hard that he could barely hold himself, and the already thin and unremarkable body trembled as fragile as the leaves in the autumn wind.

Mammy Wu and Mammy Ji couldn't help but wipe their tears, they knelt down and kowtowed, got up and went to help Fu Jin, whispering and persuading: "Fu Jin is sorry, don't do this, you are like this, eldest brother knows I don't know how sad it is"

  Fujin cried: "My Honghui is the most sensible, and has always loved my mother-in-law the most!"

   "Yes, yes!" Wu Ma and Ji Ma felt even more distressed in their hearts, "Big Brother loves you the most, don't be sad anymore, or Big Brother will feel more distressed!"

   The two tried hard to persuade Fu Jin, who was crying so hard that he could barely stand.

  Fu Jin gently wiped away her tears, picked up the incense from the table, and Ji Mama hurriedly lit it for her.

  Fu Jin looked at the name of the dazzling son on the spiritual seat with tears, and was about to add incense when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of bright red cloth behind a plate of tribute.

   Following her gaze, Wu Mama and Ji Mama also saw it, both of them froze and changed color slightly.

   How can such a bright red object appear in this place where the spiritual seat is enshrined? Not to mention that it's still a silk handkerchief or something, it's simply outrageous!

  Mother Ji quickly pulled the red cloth out.

   After a little look, his face changed greatly.

   Grandma Ji hurriedly put something into her arms.

   "Give it to me!" Fu Jin grabbed her hand, his eyes sharp.

   Grandma Ji shivered and forced herself to remain calm: "Fujin, rest assured, this old slave will handle it properly!"

"give me!"

  Fujin screamed loudly.

   Grandma Ji was taken aback for a moment, her hands were empty, her face changed and she instinctively wanted to grab it back, but where could she be?

   It was not a piece of cloth or a silk handkerchief, but a apron.

Dahong's apron looks quite old, with golden threads embroidered on it with five blessings, which is the same apron that Brother Honghui wore when he was born. , exactly the same.

   However, when Brother Honghui went, Fu Jin had already burned that apron himself, so why is it here?

   "Honghui! Honghui! Is that you? Is it you who came back to visit E-niang? E-niang misses you, E-niang misses you so much!"

  Fujin cried out of control, knocked over the tribute and the ever-bright lantern on the table, and kept crying out his son's name.

  Mother Wu and Mama Ji were frightened and anxious, they hurriedly hugged Fu Jin, and they pulled and pushed and persuaded them to comfort them.

   However, when Fu Jin was stimulated by this apron for a while, how could they be able to control it? She rushed forward like a madman to hold Brother Honghui's tablet. He kept crying, "Honghui! Honghui!"

  Wu Ma and Ji Ma dare to let her stay here to be stimulated? The two of them tried their best to hold her and walk out.

  Fu Jin, who was mad and out of control, was finally pulled out of the small Buddha hall.

   Grandma Ji hurriedly closed the door.

   "Don't! Don't!" Fu Jin cried and stretched out his hand and struggled, looking at the door of the small Buddhist hall that had closed the door blocking her vision, his eyes were full of despair.

   "Fu Jin, let's go back first, let's go back first!" Wu Mama and Ji Mama's eyes were red, and their hearts were even more uncomfortable, and they forced Fu Jin to go out.

   This is so weird.

  It should be known that this is the place where Fujin specially asked the chairperson of Huangjue Temple to enshrine the tablet of Brother Honghui.

   (end of this chapter)