章 165: A Jar of Wine Buried Under the Old Locust Tree

Yushan was located in a remote area, unlike the city which had a cemetery. When the people here passed away, they would be carried up the mountain to be buried. If the conditions were good, they would erect a monument. If the conditions were not good, there might be just a pile of soil.

Lin Yuanshan and Lin Qingqian's parents were buried under a pine tree halfway up the mountain. Back then, it was Old Madam Jiang who came to ask someone to erect the monument. After a few years of wind and rain, the words on the tombstone were a little blurry.

After Lin Chaoyan offered incense and paper money to the Old Master and Lin Qingqian's parents, she left to allow Lin Qingqian to talk to them alone.

Lin Qingqian actually didn't know what to say to them. She took out a wet towel from her pocket and wiped the three people's tombstones clean bit by bit. During this process, she acted as if she had already said what she wanted to say.