Mentioning He Juan.
Zhang Ping also changed his flippant demeanor and stood up, saying:
"Bought it. The moment I got off the plane yesterday, I had finance buy it. Wife, what time are we going to pay our respects this time?"
"Our son is back early. I thought he was coming back the day after tomorrow, on He Juan's death anniversary. Since he's back early, we don't need to rush. Let's go in the afternoon, like usual."
"Okay. By the way, wife, did you buy extra cosmetics while you were abroad?"
"Yes, I know you well enough. I bought extra. I remember you saying He Juan particularly liked to dress up."
"Right."
Zhang Ping nodded, sighing:
"Truly, if He Juan were alive now, with her penchant for dressing up, she would definitely go to countries like Sakura Country and Stealing Country, where plastic surgery and beautification techniques are advanced."
...
Time flies.
The next day, at 11:40 AM.
Xiamen International Airport, departure hall.
Zhang Wei walked out of the departure gate with Yu Xiaoqi and Fuhua Meizi.
"Brother Wei, where are your parents? I remember you said they were coming to pick you up."
"Yeah, let me see if my parents have arrived. There they are."
Zhang Wei scanned the crowd.
Just then.
A voice was heard approaching them:
"Son of a bitch!!"
As the words were spoken.
Zhang Wei and the others looked in the direction of the voice. Yu Xiaoqi and Fuhua Meizi saw a middle-aged couple walking towards them.
The one who spoke was the middle-aged man, who resembled Zhang Wei by seven or eight tenths.
Compared to Zhang Wei, this man possessed more maturity.
His eyes were bright and piercing, and he had a short stubble on his chin, which was not messy but rather added a touch of mature male charm and more importantly, a sense of generosity without being crude. Even in a crowd, he could be recognized at a glance, his aura eye-catching.
In addition.
The woman beside him was beautiful; she was Zhang Wei's mother. Although Zhang Wei had told Yu Xiaoqi and the others that his parents were middle-aged, his mother did not appear old, looking more like she was in her early thirties. She was incredibly beautiful, to the point where calling her a celebrity wouldn't be an exaggeration. She walked hand-in-hand with Zhang Ping.
The couple, Zhang Ping and his wife, attracted a lot of attention along the way. Those who didn't know them might have thought they were middle-aged models.
"No wonder Brother Wei is so handsome; the family's genes are just that good."
Yu Xiaoqi said, looking at Zhang Wei and Zhang Ping.
At this moment.
Upon seeing his father, Zhang Ping, Zhang Wei walked over, and Zhang Ping also walked towards him with a smile.
Then.
"Son of a bitch!!"
"Dad!"
Zhang Wei and Zhang Ping, father and son, met with joyful smiles on their faces and embraced each other.
Not just to Yu Xiaoqi, but to outsiders, it looked like a very close and affectionate father and son, enviable. People around them watched the father and son with smiles, and some even wanted to take out their phones to capture the moment, as the family was visually pleasing.
However.
The smiles lasted less than a second. As soon as the phone's camera interface was activated, the surrounding people's expressions turned astonished, and their faces became peculiar.
They saw...
Zhang Wei and Zhang Ping, locked in an embrace, were each patting the other's back.
The sound of thumping and hitting each other's backs echoed, so loud that one might have thought they were beating a drum. It was evident that both were hitting each other's backs with all their might. 138 Reading Network.
Not only that.
As they hit each other forcefully, they spoke with smiles:
"Son of a bitch, your old man missed you so much. You've gotten more solid. How was your trip to Sakura Country? Did you eat on time and watch porn?"
"Dad, I missed you too. You look a year older. When are you going to be buried?"
In their words.
Zhang Ping looked like he was saying, "Son, take Pien Tze Huang to protect your liver and masturbate."
Zhang Wei looked like he was saying, "Dad, I want to attend your funeral."
The onlookers were stunned.
Their smiles vanished instantly, and Yu Xiaoqi and Fuhua Meizi were no exception.
Were these loving father and son? Or was it a father trying to murder his son and a son trying to murder his father?
"They must have bought insurance for each other. Are they planning to fake an insurance claim by beating each other today?"
A passerby who sold insurance muttered.
On the other side.
After hitting each other more than ten times, Zhang Ping was the first to let go of the embrace.
Zhang Ping coughed and looked at Zhang Wei, who was not out of breath and whose face was not red:
"Son of a bitch, not bad. You must have trained with street amateurs. That's great, I actually lost to you."
Zhang Wei smiled, showing a rare smug expression:
"Not really, I just eat more meat usually. After all, I need to be strong to bear your fatherly love."
Saying this, the two laughed heartily, leaving the surrounding onlookers bewildered.
This father and son's way of fatherly love and filial piety was truly... special.
Immediately after.
Zhang Wei didn't linger for small talk and introduced Yu Xiaoqi and Fuhua Meizi to Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping nodded and said:
"Good, good. Young man, your future is limitless. You've even won over a Sakura girl. Speaking of which, son of a bitch, didn't Xiao Lin come to pick you up?"
Zhang Ping looked around, assuming Qiu Xiaolin was nearby.
"Dad, I told Xiao Lin and the others that I was coming back today, but I didn't ask them to pick me up. Since you were coming, there was no need for them to come too. They also have things to do. I'll go find them tonight."
Zhang Ping gave Zhang Ping a knowing look, as if to say, "Oh, tonight, son of a bitch, I understand."
After a few more exchanges.
Zhang Wei said goodbye to Yu Xiaoqi and the others and got into the car with his parents to go home.
On the way.
Zhang Ping didn't forget to remind Zhang Wei:
"Son of a bitch, we're going to pay respects to my friend the day after tomorrow. Dress appropriately then. Wear your most expensive clothes, but not the Kamen Rider suit. That's the most expensive, but don't wear it."
...
Time flies.
The day after tomorrow.
Xiamen City, a mountain in the suburbs.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei and his parents arrived at the foot of the mountain.
"Son of a bitch, my friend He Juan is buried here. Remember the route. If I get Alzheimer's when I'm old, you'll have to bring me up here."
Zhang Ping was uncharacteristically serious.
Zhang Wei nodded and looked up at the mountain before him, his eyes flickering. No one knew what he was thinking.
This was an unnamed mountain. In his father's generation, burial was common, and people were buried on mountains after death. This mountain was where local residents would bury their deceased.
"Ghosts?"
As he withdrew his gaze, Zhang Wei muttered to himself.
Now, with his strength reaching the Half-step True Dragon Guard level, his perception was powerful. He could sense that this mountain was filled with a ghostly aura, indicating the presence of ghosts, or lingering spirits, and their strength was not weak.
In this regard.
Zhang Wei was not surprised. After all, it was a burial ground, so the presence of ghosts was not unusual.
At the same time.
On the mountain, amidst a cluster of graves, there was one tomb. Unlike the other graves, it was not dilapidated but was elaborately maintained, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding tombs.
At this moment.
Before that tomb stood a beautiful female ghost. Although it was noon, the time of strongest yang energy, she was fearless. Standing under the bright sun, she gazed down the mountain with infatuation:
"Has Zhang Ping arrived?"