That night, for the New Year's Eve banquet in the Huo family's old house, not only Qiao Shiqian and the couple were late, but even the Huo Sijue family in Repulse Bay was late for a long time.

In the end, the Huo family could only wait for a long time.

When they finally arrived, it was almost eight o'clock. Seeing this, Huo Sen, the eldest of the family, hurriedly arranged for them to bring out the prepared offerings such as roast pork, pig head, and roast chicken.

"Sir, let's go to the attic now."

"Um."

Huo Sijue, who was in good spirits, nodded and glanced behind.

At a glance, Qiao Shiqian, who was also watching next to him, understood.

Then, he followed behind.

The Huo family's ancestral hall is indeed not accessible to ordinary people. When Huo Yanying was there, only one of his three brothers was allowed to enter. This is also the rule left by the ancestors of the Huo family.

Husson brought the two to the attic.

"Wash your hands first."

He looked at a wooden basin placed outside the attic, and motioned for the two who followed to wash it before going in.

Huo Sijue had become accustomed to it, and he casually dipped his hand in it twice, and then he went in. Qiao Shiqian followed behind, glanced at it, and indeed put his hand in, and washed it carefully inside.

Wait until follow up.

It was found that in the ancestral hall filled with the tablets of the Huo family, the candles were already bright, and in the courtyard outside the ancestral hall, an incense altar with a thick basin was also covered with a new layer of incense ash.

Qiao Shiqian paused.

He was a little uncomfortable.

Because, since childhood, he has never been to such a place.

It was as if a soul who had been wandering outside for a long time suddenly came to a solemn church, with a sense of belonging, but at the same time it made him nervous and uncomfortable.

But soon, the people inside noticed him.

"Shi Qian, come here, this is your fragrance."

Horsen greeted him inside.

Qiao Shiqian then lifted his foot and hurried in.

After taking the incense and lighting it in front of the candle, the two went to Huo Sen's arrangement again and went to the incense altar in the patio to put it in. Then they returned to the ancestral hall and knelt down on the paved futon.

"Grandpa, Dad, Second Uncle, today is New Year's Eve, we are all back to see you, this is Si Jue, this is Shi Qian."

Huo Sen also knelt down, then looked at the tablet on the mourning hall and introduced it.

Huo Sijue is the one who grew up here. It's like this every New Year, so when this cousin said this, he didn't feel much.

Only Qiao Shiqian, after he heard such a grand introduction of himself.

His eyes flickered, and suddenly, he landed on the tablet at the bottom of the offering table.

Father - Huo Yanying!

"Second uncle, aren't you particularly happy? I brought your little son here today. Don't worry, he is all right. He has a wife and is outside."

Horson spoke again.

Probably, it was also the first time that I saw this cousin come in, so he deliberately chose him as the subject.

Qiao Shiqian clenched his knuckles again.

Huo Sijue: "Okay? It's time to eat."

"..."

This person is really, after so many years, his stinky temper has not changed at all.

Hawthorne couldn't help laughing.

At the moment, after hurrying up, the three stood up from the futon and prepared to go out.

But at this moment, Huo Sijue, who had stood up one step earlier, suddenly didn't know what he was stumbling on. As a result, after staggering, he knelt down again with a "dong" sound.

Hudson: "..."

Qiao Shiqian: "..."

The two of them were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

Because they found that the place where the man was kneeling happened to be the futon where Qiao Shiqian was kneeling just now, and in front of the futon was Huo Yanying's tablet.

Absolutely!

Huo Sijue was so angry that the veins on his forehead jumped.

"Damn old man, what do you want to do? Don't worship you, and get angry with me?"

"Forehead……"

When Huo Sen saw it, he hurried over and pulled him up.

"No, no, the second uncle will definitely not lose his temper with you. It's all my fault. This futon is not set up, and the light is not bright enough. I'm sorry."

He had to persuade him quickly, for fear that the man would get angry.

Qiao Shiqian didn't say anything.

Because, I don't know if it was his illusion, when he saw the candle next to the tablet at this time, he really shook it, as if he was really angry.

But soon, as the person was pulled up, the candle light became brighter.

How could Huo Yanying be angry with this person?

Back then, when he was threatened by Nakajima Yu, the other party threatened him with his life, but he still didn't let him succeed, but to protect him, he finally lost his own life.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to lose his temper with him.

Even if there is something, it should just be to play with him, because, in the past two years, this man has not been back in God's house for a long, long time.

He almost took his own life too.

Qiao Shiqian took a last look at the brighter candlelight and came out of the attic. JrNovels.com