"It's my dad's funeral today." Wang Fengyi tried his best to make an excuse.
"You are such a good son," said the family members of the patients staying in the same room.
"Let's go!" Wang Fengyi got out of the hospital bed, attempting to put up with the pain.
His wife was confused. She thought maybe her husband had changed. Wang Fengyi never visited his father except during the Chinese New Year. He never bought anything for his father. He just took some eggs and noodles from his own house to his father once a year. How could he suddenly become a good son?
Wang Fengyi stumbled out of the hospital feeling dizzy and went back to the village.
Meanwhile, his siblings were still on Dongshan Hill.
All the villagers buried their loved ones on Dongshan Hill. More than one Feng Shui master had recommended Dongshan Hill as a suitable place to bury loved ones.