The tomb is still the same as it was, but there are already two bouquets of flowers in front of the tomb, yellow and white chrysanthemums, and two incense that look like they have just been burned.

It seems that someone came to worship just half an hour ago.

Ye Hao raised his eyebrows and looked at He Xiyan. Asked:

"Do any of your relatives have just been here?"

He Xiyan shook his head in confusion.

"No," she replied in almost certainty.

It's been so many years since my parents passed away, except for her, no one will come to worship, not in previous years, and if it was really her uncle or uncle who came to worship, she wouldn't give this kind of bouquet of chrysanthemums bought in the flower shop.

According to their local customs, when worshipping on the Qingming Festival, they bring wine, vegetables, fruits and firecrackers to worship, and they will definitely burn some paper money, and they will also insert a string of paper flowers on the top of the tomb to indicate that someone has come.

This way of sending flowers and burning long incense has never been seen in the entire Hunan Province. This should be a popular way of worship in many big cities recently, such as some cemeteries in the night city, every Qingming Festival, you can see a lot of relatives and family members holding bunches of chrysanthemums to worship, just like Ye Hao, he took the initiative to go to the flower shop to buy two bouquets of chrysanthemums, because in his opinion this is a must-buy offering.

It's him?

He Xiyan's eyes widened suddenly, as if she knew who it was, she suddenly turned her head to look around, looking for that figure.

But she didn't see him, there were other people on the mountain, a few local people.

It's just how could he come? He Xiyan was very surprised, although they had a three-year marriage, but he had never been to her hometown, and he didn't even know the exact place name.

How would he know where her parents' graves were?

Just when He Xiyan felt incredible, in a field about a few hundred meters away from here, Mo Yixuan looked at the hill with a pair of binoculars, and also watched all their actions.

He sat on the ridge of the field, his eyes fixed on what was happening on the mountain.

And he, who was brought to that mountain by a child dozens of minutes earlier, came to worship his former father-in-law and mother-in-law for the first time, and even saw them for the first time through photos, and before the grave he only said one word to the two old people who had passed away for a long time:

- Sorry for not taking good care of their daughter.

Then he left, because there were some things that he couldn't face when he remembered them. In their three years of marriage, they experienced three such festivals, and each time she would ask him if he could accompany her back to her hometown to worship her parents, and every time he said that he had something to do, he didn't accompany her, in fact, he was not so busy, he just felt that this kind of nothingness was not important.

She felt that Night City was so far away from here, and she didn't even need to come back every year to worship.

So every time she went back on her own. He chose to work overtime or go to the construction site for inspection.

Because at that time, in his opinion, work was more important than anything else.

So until they divorced, he didn't even know where she was born, where she grew up, and where he married a girl.

It must be a very important thing for her to go back to her hometown to worship her parents, otherwise she would not have returned to her hometown with a child in her arms.

But that man did do a better job than him, and he would personally accompany her over, instead of thinking that he would find various reasons and not want to come.

The little boy who had taken him to the mountains suddenly came running over with a string of things in his hand.