Some people were buried inside, and some were worshiping for sacrifice. The loud howling had stopped, and only the soft sobs remained.

Because paper burning is prohibited, there is no smoke in the cemetery, but there are inevitably sad families who use smoke to relieve their sorrows.

The smell of cigarettes is not strong, but it is not like the crying that sometimes happens, but is floating among the woods.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xiao asked.

"No, nothing."

"Then let's go."

"Um."

Sheng Yao withdrew his gaze.

...

As Sheng Yao said, the Fushou Garden is extremely remote, so remote that it makes people doubt it. The tomb inside is also better than the Crane Cemetery as he described, and it can even be called luxurious.

The spacious aisle allows Sheng Yao and Bai Xiao to sit on the ground. The wide tombstone almost blocked the figures of the two. There are also small shrubs separated from the tombstone, forming a slightly private space.

Bai Xiao was also very concerned about his in-laws' life, and listened quietly to Sheng Yao about what happened in the past 35 years when she was away.

Without the thrilling and bizarre twists and turns in movies and TV, what Sheng Yao said was just trivial matters in life, but Bai Xiao still listened with relish.

Sheng Yao looked at her and smiled sometimes, frowned sometimes, and he also started to laugh.

He recalled the past calmly. Because there was one more person around him, the long time of thirty-five years became no longer boring, and the ordinary little things in life became more exciting.

The tombstones around them and the shadows they cast, and the pale faces on the remains of the photo did not bring a cold feeling to Sheng Yao, just because a warm body leaned against him, touched his skin, and breathed.

Sheng Yao's narrative paused slightly in the middle.

Bai Xiao handed over the mineral water at the right time.

Sheng Yao took a sip and raised his head, but his eyes couldn't help but floated forward.

His gaze penetrated the layers of tombstones, but he didn't see any figure.

The wind blew, and only the bouquets they bought in front of the tombstones wafted out a faint fragrance.

"Is it benign when it comes out from behind?" Bai Xiao asked.

"Well, benign, there is no need to do chemoradiation and chemotherapy."

"That's great." Bai Xiao sighed.

"Aunt Cui doesn't think it's good, so she insists on chemotherapy. The younger sisters advise her, and her daughter-in-law also advises her, and her words are almost worn out. The doctor is also annoyed."

"What happened later?"

"The hospital did not do it, so I had to be discharged from the hospital. Later I ran to the temple."

"Ah?" Bai Xiao was shocked.

"I burn incense and worship Buddha all day long, and I light incense all day long. I donated a lot of money. Whenever I encounter any days, I have to live in the temple and eat vegetarian food." Sheng Yao put down the water bottle, "After a long time, I won't get along with their little sister group."

"That's fine, just mom didn't go with me."

"Yes, it's fine that I wasn't taken to burn incense and worship Buddha." Sheng Yao let out a long breath.

"You must have been worried during that period, right?" Bai Xiao took Sheng Yao's arm and held his ten fingers.

Sheng Yao looked at the ring on Bai Xiao's hand and nodded, "I ran home every day for a while, and often told my dad to let him stare at his mother..."

As he said this, Sheng Yao's gaze floated forward again.

...

Among the neatly arranged tombstones, there is a little scarlet red.

The hand holding the cigarette was placed on the bent knee, and the movement was leisurely. On that hand, nails grew wildly, like a flexible snake, touching the lettering on the tombstone.

The nails depict the handwriting on the tombstone, as if they were bored and passing the time.

When it hit the last stroke, I accidentally tried hard and saw an undetectable mark on the tombstone.

Suddenly, the nails were collected.
Chapter completed!