After The Divorce, I Farmed In The Countryside [Danmei MTL]

20: Ling Persian Cat Has Shown Its Claws

"Grandpa" Wen Xi shouted in disapproval. 

Now it's past five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's getting dark.

How can you go to an unlucky place like the cemetery? 

Su Ling glanced at him, and asked Bai Jincheng, "Are you sure you want to go", "If you can't see anyone, you have to see his peaceful sleep." Ground."

Bai Jinchemg became a Taoist. 

Those eyes are still piercing even when they are old, as if a deep ocean is brewing, and the waves are surging under the calm sea.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Su Ling nodded.

To go to the grave, meditation paper, incense and candles are indispensable. 

Su Ling first went to the small shop to buy things, and then took Bai Jincheng to the cemetery on the mountain.

The setting sun shone on the mountain road, as red as blood stained.

Wen Xi frowned, followed behind his grandfather, tried to stop him several times, and then abruptly endured it.

"Here." Su Ling took them to a new tomb and said in a low voice, "This is the second grandfather's tomb."

Bai Jincheng slowly walked to the tombstone and looked deeply at the photo above.

The elderly Su Lan is not ugly at all.

He has kind eyebrows, silver silk like snow, and the wrinkles on his face are the scratches left by the years.

When he smiles, he looks bright, and he can see the purity of his youth.

"A'lan, I am Jincheng, I came to see you." Bai Jincheng choked up, "I'm sorry it's sixty years late."

Su Ling squatted on the ground, silently turning Mingzhi, Bai Jincheng also squatted down, from Su Ling 's  as he took the paper ingots in his hand and threw them into the fire one by one.

Wen Xi stood far away, not daring to approach. 

Just buy a bunch of flowers.

Why did he burn paper and grew up abroad?

He has never seen this way of going to the grave, so he totally disagrees.

After burning the Ming paper, Bai Jincheng thought of getting up, his legs numb and unable to stand, Su Ling stretched out his hand to help him.

Wen Xi thought he could leave after burning the paper, but his grandfather was still standing in front of the tombstone, looking affectionately at the pictures on the monument.

Su Ling knew he had something to say to Grandpa second, and took a step back.

Bai Jincheng moved his lips.

There was a lot to say, but he didn't know how to say it.

He let out a long sigh, and he slowly said, "Although it is late, there are some things, I still want you to know that I went to the country with my father that year and settled down. Later, I wrote you a safety letter for the first time, but after waiting for a month, the letter sank into the sea, and there was no news."

Although Su Ling stood a little far away, the cemetery was so big, it was naturally clear to hear what Mr. Bai said.

It turned out that he had written to Grandpa Second, but the country was in a sensitive period at the time, and international letters were likely to be intercepted.

"I send a letter every two months, without exception, without reply. My father advised me not to write. I didn't give up. I insisted on it for two or three years and finally became desperate. I am sorry for the resentment of you." The old man said in a low voice.