It's impossible to bring paper money, candles, and the like.
The elderly couple in the black and white photo have kind smiles on their faces, just like they always do with their son and daughter.
Lin Yu looked at her kind grandparents, her eyes gradually reddening.
Sniffing, she said, "Grandpa and Grandma, I've come to see you. I'm sorry, I haven't been back for four years."
For the past four years, on the anniversary of her death, she would bow to the heavens.
But he never set foot in this cemetery.
Qiao Feng did come back twice.
I was on a mission later and never had time to come back.
Both of them felt guilty and were very sad when they looked at the photos.
A breeze blew by, as if an old man's gentle hand was stroking the two children.
Tell them they don't need to be sad, they're doing fine.
The brother and sister bowed deeply, bending over for a long time before standing up again.
They had to help each other walk.
The uncle guarding the cemetery said to them, "So you are the family members of the family from cemetery number 233. No one came for the past two years, and we have been taking care of it for you."
Generally, when buried in a cemetery, staff will take care of the tombstone.
But relatives would still come to visit on the anniversary of his death and during the Qingming Festival.
But only the elderly couple, and their two grandchildren, have ever visited.
Lin Yu and Qiao Feng exchanged a glance, their eyes showing no surprise.
"Grandpa, please take care of my grandparents' graves. We will come back to pay our respects every year."
The old man waved his hand and said, "This is our job, it's no trouble at all. You two don't seem like bad people. If you're filial, come and visit more often."
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