Luo Qingzhou quickly walked to the tomb, picked up the wooden sign from the soil, and erected it in front of the tomb again.

Next, burn the paper and add incense.

Qin Wenzheng and Song Ruyue both came to the tomb, bowed slightly and burned a stick of incense.

Luo Qingzhou and Xiaodie knelt in front of the grave, burned paper, offered incense, and then kowtowed.

Song Ruyue turned her head and looked at the girl beside her.

Qin Weimo's face was slightly red, and he hesitated again. After Xiaodie stood up, he went over and knelt with the boy next to him, lighting incense and burning paper.

Then he kowtowed with a red face, his forehead touching the ground, and said in a low voice: "Aunt Lin, my sister is ill and cannot come to kneel to you in person. Wei Mo came in her place today. I hope Aunt Lin will not blame..."

Luo Qingzhou turned to look at her. When she kowtowed three times and raised her head, Fang said softly: "Weimo... thank you."

When Qin Weimo heard this "call", his cheeks turned red, he lowered his head and burned the paper, but did not dare to reply.

After the worship, the grave raising began.

Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin back.

The servants of the Qin Mansion brandished shovels and hoes and began to dig into the soil.

Soon, the coffin was revealed.

Xiaodie cried and her eyes turned red.

When all the coffins were exposed, Luo Qingzhou personally stepped forward and lifted the coffins from the pit together with the Qin Mansion's servants.

The music sounded, and the coins were flying.

The way down the mountain is not easy.

Two rows of people carried the coffin carefully.

Luo Qingzhou walked at the back, spreading paper and shouting softly: "Mother, let's go... let's change to a better place... it's warmer there..."

In Miss Qin Er's arms, she helped him hold the wooden sign stained with mud that read "Tomb of Qingzhou's Mother". She lowered her head and followed the coffin carefully down the mountain.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her frail back and long black hair hanging down on her snow-white clothes, with a firm look in his eyes.

The sound of the music gradually faded away.

The dug-out grave has been filled with soil again.

The forest wind passed by, and the ashes in front of the tomb were flying everywhere.

The incense candles stuck on the ground had burned out, leaving only the still warm ashes.

The grass next to it suddenly moved, and a little hare with gray fur quietly showed its head, sniffing, and looking at the fruit used as a memorial in front of the grave.

But it didn't dare to pass.

In front of the tomb, at some point, a moon-white figure quietly appeared, standing there quietly, motionless.

After a long time.

After the team at the foot of the mountain left, she disappeared on the spot, as if she had never been there.

The little hare hiding in the grass, already impatient, immediately jumped out of the grass cautiously and jumped towards the attractive-colored fruits in front of the grave.

"Click... click..."

In front of the silent tomb, the crisp sound of a little hare enjoying the fruit soon sounded.

The ancestral graves of the Qin family.

There are mountains, rivers and villages.
Chapter completed!