Mrs. Lin was waiting at the airport early in the morning.

"Auntie." Shen Qing wore a black sweatshirt and khaki overalls, with her long black hair casually scattered on her shoulders.

"Qingqing, look at how much I brought, is it enough?" Mrs. Lin dragged a small suitcase filled with paper money.

Shen Qing glanced at it and asked, "Are they all full?"

Mrs. Lin nodded, "Is it not enough?"

The corner of Shen Qing's eye twitched slightly, "It's also sold in Jiang City."

"It's different. I even added some gold myself."

"Oh." Shen Qing said nothing more.

The plane arrived in Jiang City around eleven o'clock, and Shen Qing took a taxi directly to the cemetery with Mrs. Lin.

"This is it." Shen Qing stopped in front of the innermost tombstone.

As spring slowly approaches, some green grass emerges from the cracks in the cement.

Mrs. Lin looked at the small photo on the stone tablet and the three words "Shen Fangfei" and was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses.

"Auntie." Shen Qing handed her a tissue.

Mrs. Lin quickly wiped away her tears, then squatted down and took out the paper money from the box one by one.

"Qingqing, is this your grandpa?" Mrs. Lin glanced at the stone tablet next to her, which was also engraved with "Chen".

"Yeah." Shen Qing responded and kowtowed three times to the stone tablets. A total of nine times to the three stone tablets.

Mrs. Lin glanced at the stone tablet next to it. There was no name engraved on it, only the word "Jiang". The photo showed a person's back, and the face could not be seen.

"Qingqing, who is this?" As far as Lin Tai knew, Shen Qing no longer had any relatives in Jiang City. Shen Qing's grandmother remarried when Shen Fangfei was young. Shen Fangfei also had no brothers or sisters, and this figure from behind did not look like a woman.

Shen Qing kowtowed and stood up, with a faint expression on his face, "An elder."

"Oh." Mrs. Lin nodded, then took out some paper money and burned it in front of the tomb.

Most of the residents of Jiang City come to visit the graves in the morning, and there are fewer people coming at noon. Mrs. Lin stayed here for more than half an hour and didn't see anyone.

Shen Qing felt the vibration of her phone, took it out and looked at it, only to see that it was a call from someone.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qing walked to the corner and answered the phone.

"Sister, today is Qingming Festival." Zhong Yi paused for two seconds before speaking.

"Well, I kowtow for you." Shen Qing glanced at Mrs. Lin who was still burning paper money, paused for a second and said, "Study hard."

"I know. I will."

"Yeah, hung up."

After the other party said okay, Shen Qing hung up the phone.

"Qingqing!" Mrs. Lin was calling Shen Qing.

Shen Qing glanced over and saw that she had already burned the paper money.

"Let's go." Shen Qing put the phone in his trouser pocket and strode to Lin Tai's side.

"Okay." Mrs. Lin stood up and covered the suitcase while waiting for the fire to go out.

It was lunchtime, and many people were visiting graves and outings, so the streets of Jiang City were quite lively.

Shen Qing took Mrs. Lin to a restaurant where they used to eat. The store was very nice, but it was cleaned very well, and the food tasted first-class. The entrance of the store was already surrounded by people.

"Wow, so many people!" Mrs. Lin was a little surprised. If it was their turn, they would probably be having dinner.

"Qingqing, why don't we go to another restaurant?" Mrs. Lin touched her stomach. She was in a hurry to go out in the morning and didn't eat much. Now she was starving.

Shen Qing looked at the people gathered at the door and said, "No, this one is clean."

There are many delicious restaurants, but few clean ones. This is why people would rather queue up to eat here.

"But..." Mrs. Lin suddenly became dispirited as she watched more and more people gather around her.

Shen Qing glanced at her and said, "Go through the back door."

Mrs. Lin was stunned. Is there a back door?

Shen Qing didn't explain much and went around to the back of the shop. Lin Tai hurriedly followed and saw a small door at the back, which was ajar.

"Qingqing, can I go through the back door?" Mrs. Lin felt a little nervous when she thought of the people queuing in front of her. This could be considered as cutting in line.

"It's okay." Shen Qing smiled faintly.

Just then, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out with a pot of dishwashing water in her hand.

"Qingqing?" Jia Ma was stunned when she saw Shen Qing, then quickly put down the pot, "Come in, come in, the meal is ready, why are you here so late?"