Greeting a few people, Qin Zhinan walked up with a solemn face and leaned the bouquet in his hand against the tombstone.

"Head Pei, sister-in-law, I'm here to see you off too!"

Standing up, he straightened up and gave a solemn military salute to the tombstone.

This kung fu, the Luo family also came to the cemetery together.

Of course, the eldest Luo Changan didn't come, only Bai Fengqin and his son Luo Jiali came.

The second family, Luo Changye and Hu Liping are still angry with Pei Yunqing, of course they won't come, only Luo Jiahui will come.

"Minister, Yun Qing, Dad......" Bai Fengqin accompanied a smile, "Chang'an, he's been a few days...... I'm not feeling well, I'm still in the hospital at this time, I can't come, don't mind! ”

"Grandpa!" Luo Jiahui also spoke cautiously, "My mother's family is in a bit of a hurry, and I went over with my dad yesterday, I guess I won't be able to catch up, don't be angry!" ”

Old Man Luo knew that she was lying, but he didn't break it.

Of course, Pei Yunqing also knew the truth about this, but she didn't pay attention to it.

Luo family, she only cares about Old Man Luo.

For such a major event as the relocation of her parents' graves, the two uncles didn't come to hinder her eyes, and she couldn't ask for it!

Walking forward slowly, the old man raised his palm and gently stroked the tombstones of his daughter and son-in-law.

"Yan'er, Xiaofan...... Dad is late, don't blame Dad, now Dad will take you home! ”

Pei Yunqing stood aside, listening to the old man's voice, he couldn't control his tears for a long time.

When I was a child, my mother used to stare at a landscape painting on the wall.

At that time, she didn't understand what was so good about that painting, and it wasn't until she arrived in Dragon City that she realized that the landscape painting was Wolong Mountain in Dragon City.

Mother She ...... I've been homesick all the time.

It's just that her father chose to leave, and she can only bury that miss in her heart.

After many years, my mother was finally able to get her wish.

After adjusting his mood, Pei Yunqing stepped forward, grabbed the old man's arm, and helped the old man Luo, whose eyes were red, to the side.

"Grandpa, this is a good thing, don't be sad!"

The old man nodded slightly, and Tang Moshen immediately ordered.

"Let's get started!"

Wen Ziqian waved his hand to the workers, and everyone immediately stepped forward, dug up the soil, removed the tombstones, and carefully dug out the two urns that were next to each other in the ground.

Tang Moshen and Pei Yunqing stepped forward together and carefully wiped the urns of the two deceased.

Tang Mo was holding Pei Fan's ashes, Pei Yun was lightly holding the ashes of his mother Luo Yan, and the two walked to Old Man Luo together.

Gently stroking the cold urn with both hands, Old Man Luo moved gently, as if caressing the face of a child.

His fingers trembled slightly, and his voice trembled.

"Yan'er, Xiaofan, let's go, go home with Dad!"

Wen Ziqian and the housekeeper supported Old Man Luo, Tang Moshen and Pei Yunqing walked in the middle with the urn, and Qin Zhinan and others followed behind to escort him.

A group of people descended the mountain in a mighty way.

Subsequently, the convoy sent everyone to the location of the Luo family's ancestral grave - Wolong Cemetery.

This cemetery is located in the middle of Wolong Mountain, on a gentle slope of the rising sun.

This is the location of the ancestral grave of the Luo family, where the ashes of the Luo family are buried for several generations.

The deceased Luo's mother is also buried in it, on the southeast side of the cemetery, according to the instructions of the old man Luo, when Luo's mother is buried, there is already a vacant space on the tombstone, and in the future, after he is a hundred years old, the husband and wife can be buried in the same cave.

The tombs of Luo Yan and Pei Fan are in front of Luo's mother, and they are the center of the younger generations of the Luo family.