"I can't go?" Xixi pointed at himself with a ghostly expression.

He Xiyan looked at Master Wang suspiciously, his brows furrowed.

"Master, why can't my daughter go?"

He Xiyan only knew that children under the age of five who had no luck could not see the coffin, but her daughter was almost 11 years old.

Master Wang frowned slightly, still looking at the tide on the side, and looked at it for a while before turning around.

"This girl has a heavy yin spirit, commits seven killings, and the cemetery is a place of extreme yin, and she is easy to stick to bad luck when she goes, and she will cause a bloody disaster."

Master Wang said it word by word, as if he was warning.

Xixi didn't think so, she smiled, looked at her brother, patted her brother's arm again, leaned into her brother's ear and whispered:

"Do you hear that, brother...... The master is starting to! ”

Xixi doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. Besides, where does she get the yin energy, she is sunny.

He Xiyan nodded and said politely: "Okay, Master Wang, thank you for reminding me, I won't let my daughter go to the cemetery tomorrow." ”

Although she also felt inexplicable, it was better to be cautious than to believe it or not.

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That night, He Xiyan took her two children to live at her uncle's house, and she got up at six o'clock the next day, and after breakfast, she came to the grave of her parents.

Mom and Dad were buried on the hill behind their hometown, which is the most ordinary mound, and a small tombstone was erected in front of the grave.

She will come to the grave every year during the Qingming Festival.

It's been a year since she's last been here, and weeds are growing in front of the grave. It took a long time for the workers sent by the funeral company to remove the weeds.

A simple memorial service is required before the grave is changed.

The employees sent by these funeral companies have long been prepared, including incense and firecrackers for memorial services, fireworks, paper money, wine, vegetables, fish and meat, as well as a male and a female and a pair of live chickens.

After placing the memorial supplies on the table, He Xiyan knelt in front of the tomb with Yuanyuan.

Both mother and son were dressed in black.

"Yuanyuan, remember not to speak." He Xiyan patted his son on the shoulder. Before the coffin is opened, the relatives of the owner of the tomb should kneel down and worship.

Yuan Yuan nodded to his mother, indicating that he knew. It was the first time he had experienced something like this, and his grandparents had been dead for many years, but they were all cremated, and there was no such custom in Night City.

Entering the local customs, fate knows that he should not say anything about such customs.

The worship lasts for a quarter of an hour.

He Xiyan put his hands on the ground and slowly lowered his head.

Soon, tears welled up in her eyes, and the tears flowed out one by one.

Childhood memories flooded into her mind, scene by scene as if a movie was showing. She still remembers the appearance of her parents when they were young, the shallow dimples when she smiled, and the gentle and beautiful voice of her mother. I also remember that although their family of three is not rich, they live a peaceful and happy life.

Mom and Dad's biggest wish is that they can be admitted to a good university, have a decent job in the future, be able to marry a good husband, and live a happy life.

She will not forget that her parents used the money they had saved for more than 20 years to buy a school district house in the city in order to make herself go to a better school, and she would not forget that her parents did not buy new clothes for three years, just to save money so that she could find better teachers to learn to paint.