"Wow...there are so many people."

Xia Mo and Lin Huan were almost carried forward by the flow of people. The traffic jam along the cemetery was very serious, and many people could only walk up the mountain. Lin Huan and Xia Mo were one of them.

"Then... come and help me get it! I can't stand it anymore, I'm almost exhausted."

"Haha... Men can't say no!" Xia Mo stepped on the stone pier aside and raised her middle finger at Lin Huan, and found that the passers-by were staring at her.

...Is the sense of presence a bit too strong, affecting the original plane?

Xia Mo jumped down from the stone pier with a guilty conscience, and Lin Huan happened to squeeze through the crowd at this moment.

"Um... Gou Huan, I think-"

"Stop being lazy! Come and work hard for me and hold it for me!"

Lin Huan gave half of the luggage to Xia Mo, and the two of them walked up the rugged mountain road to the cemetery, hearing the continuous crackling of firecrackers.

"Here! It's really noisy! I don't want to stay here!"

"Stop! You're so verbose! Hurry up! Get up there!"

Because the firecrackers were too noisy, Xia Mo and Lin Huan both yelled and replied to each other. Every time Xia Mo roared, she could feel the disgusted eyes around her, but Xia Mo looked around and saw that disgusting

His sight suddenly disappeared.

It’s really strange... is everyone possessed by evil spirits during the Hungry Ghost Festival?

Xia Mo and Lin Huan finally arrived at the cemetery.

It was already noon, and the two of them were sitting on a stone bench outside the cemetery, sharing a meal.

"Damn...didn't I buy two pineapple buns? Is there another one?"

"Hey..." Under Lin Huan's questioning, Xia Mo seemed very frank, "I just ate the spicy strips in the car."

"Then you don't have lunch!"

"No, don't be so mean Gou Huan! If I don't have lunch, I will die QAQ... You are the best, right? I will make you a pillow at night!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Xia Mo and Lin Huan were entangled, and a middle-aged couple passing by pointed at Lin Huan and said complaining words such as "Today's young people".

…

Is the posture I just held strange?

Of course, Lin Huan was not really that heartless - he was so noisy by Xia Mo that he couldn't help it, so he gave half of the bread to Xia Mo. After chewing the bread, the two of them replenished some water, and then entered the cemetery to sweep the tombs.

.

Lin Huan first led Xia Mo to the tombstone where his grandparents were buried together, placed a few apples, exchanged a stack of paper money pressed next to the tombstone, inserted brand-new paper flowers, lit a stick of incense, and inserted it in the incense burner.

The two of them fiddled with paper money together.

"Stand over a little bit and block the wind. I'm going to burn paper money."

"Shouldn't we set off firecrackers first and then burn paper money?"

"It's not that complicated...Have you ever visited a grave yourself?"

"Why not! I come here with my parents every time!" Xia Mo wiped her nose in an awkward manner.

"I'm really sorry, I come alone every time."

Xia Mo wiped her tears and said, "I'm sorry, Gou Huan... I don't have the mood to take care of you. From now on, I will accompany you to visit your grave every year, okay..."

"No," Lin Huan muttered, "You are not my family..."

"My childhood sweethearts belong to my family! Have you never regarded me as a family member?"

"Okay, don't waste time!"

Lin Huan lit the paper money and asked Xia Mo to watch the flames of the paper money not extinguish. He carried a string of firecrackers and lit them outside the cemetery.

The burned paper money turns into a wisp of soot, like a broken gray butterfly, floating in the air, and eventually turns into a trace of dust, carrying the thoughts of the deceased and passing it on from generation to generation.

Lin Huan finished setting off the firecrackers and saw Xia Mo already kneeling down to worship and pray.

"Grandpa and grandma, please wish Gou Huan and Gou Huan's parents to be safe and healthy in the second half of the year."

This idiot...has completely turned into praying for himself.

"Also, please bless Gou Huan to find a girlfriend this year and end his single career."

Depend on……

Lin Huan knelt down and leaned next to Xia Mo, "Okay... I'll do it."

Xia Mo stood up and stood aside, watching Lin Huan mutter something.

"What are you praying for?"

"Why say it?"

"It's not a birthday, so there's nothing you can say that won't work. I find that you are a very playful person——"

Lin Huan pulled Xia Mo's cheek, "Didn't I tell you to be more dignified in the cemetery?!"

"Ouch...I'm sorry..."

Xia Mo kept muttering in her heart, thinking that you are not much more dignified than me...

Lin Huan packed up the other things and picked them up. He said with some hesitation, "Next, I'm going to your tomb... Bring the offerings to you as well."

"Yeah, I know, let's go." Xia Mo grabbed Lin Huan's arm and giggled, "I especially want to know if I chose the best-looking photo of my body."

By the way...

Doesn't this guy really feel scared?

When the two of them were walking halfway, Xia Mo suddenly remembered that he had left a snack bag next to the tomb of Lin Huan's grandparents.

"Let's go get it together? I'm afraid you don't know the way."

"No need...I will catch up with you soon. Anyway, if I can't find you, I will shout your name loudly, but you can hear it anyway."

"...You still haven't taken my words to heart."

Lin Huan watched Xia Mo trot back along the original road. He felt uneasy for some reason.

Xia Mo is a ghost. Today is the Ghost Festival and the yin energy is very strong. I don’t know if I will be attacked by ghosts...

While Lin Huan was thinking about Xia Mo, he unknowingly found himself in front of Xia Mo's tombstone.

…

To Lin Huan's surprise, there was a person standing in front of Xia Mo's grave.

This is a middle-aged woman who looks to be about forty years old. She has the same light pink hair color as Xia Mo, but her temples have been dyed with a hint of white. Although she is dressed plainly, she can still see some of her youthful looks.

Youth.

"Ah, Aunt Xia..."

Lin Huan stammered and stepped forward to say hello. The woman Lin Huan called Aunt Xia was Xia Mo's mother.

After Xia Mo's death, Xia Mo's mother has been immersed in the grief of losing her beloved daughter; Xia Mo's father was worried that his wife would not be able to cheer up after seeing things and missing people, so he took her away from the city. Despite this, Lin Huan

I often heard from my mother that Xia Mo's mother came to the city to worship Xia Mo. The last time she came was a few months ago. It was the anniversary of Xia Mo's death. However, Lin Huan did not go with her that day because she was taking the high school entrance examination.

I couldn't meet with Xia Mo's mother.

Compared with Lin Huan's impression, Xia Mo's mother is much more haggard and older. When she and Lin Huan were neighbors in the past, Xia Mo's mother had always been a gentle and well-educated woman like everyone else. It was difficult for her to

Imagine that this crazy girl Xia Mo is actually her daughter.

Xia Mo's mother stared at Lin Huan for a full minute. After a long time, she recovered in a daze and said, "It's Ah Huan. Are you here to pay homage to Momo too?"

Lin Huan nodded and picked up the paper money and paper flowers in his hand.

"Let Auntie help you... Momo will be very happy to see you coming."

"Um."

Xia Mo's mother smiled.

After Xia Mo left them, Lin Huan hadn't seen Xia Mo's mother smile so tenderly for a long time.

It was precisely because he understood the great pain Xia Mo's death had caused to the people around him that Lin Huan kept asking Xia Mo whether he should meet his parents.

It was useless to see him before, after all, no one else could see Xia Mo;

However, since we can meet each other through ourselves now, shouldn’t we——

Remembering what Xia Mo said before, Lin Huan raised his head and glanced at Xia Mo's photo.

This is a rare serious photo of Xia Mo. It should have been taken when taking a student ID card or ID card. In the photo, Xia Mo just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and there is a sweet feeling that makes people feel that the seeds of happiness have taken root and sprouted.

Lin Huan, who was placing paper money, was being stroked on the back by Xia Mo's mother from behind.

"Ah Huan, you have grown so big... Auntie almost didn't react yet."

"Ah...yes."
To be continued...