Eric picked up the mineral water and took a sip. He poured a little in his palm and rubbed it. He muttered softly, "Ancestor, don't blame me. Ancestor, don't blame me. Ancestor, give way. Don't let your grandson dig into your feet."
At this moment, there was really an ancestor squatting on the grave and watching the commotion. Then, he saw Eric dig into his grave with a shovel!
George shouted from afar, "Mia, come and pay your respects to your ancestors. We're moving the tomb later!"
Amelia ran over happily. "Ancestor, Mia is here!"
The ancestor floating on the grave: "Aiyo, this is our child. Why didn't I see you two years ago…"
Amelia looked at the ancestor in the Chinese tunic suit curiously and asked, "Ancestor, I only came this year! Are you the only one among so many graves?"