Lin Xi glanced at him. "Is it possible you've gone to the wrong grave?"
Sun Tianlong gasped, "No way?"
My hometown is in South China, where the mountain roads are difficult to navigate. Every year around Qingming Festival, weeds grow rampant and fog is thick, making visiting a grave feel like surviving in the wilderness.
Therefore, he specially tied a red cloth to a tree so that he could not possibly mistake his father's grave.
Lin Xi said, "Judging from your face, you were still young when your father passed away. You really didn't mistake the grave or take the wrong road?"
Sun Tianlong felt uneasy.
He was a little unsure; had he really gone to the wrong grave?
Upon closer reflection, the voice in my dream sounded very familiar.
Sun Tianlong wiped his eyes. "Master, I was only eight years old when my father passed away. My mother raised us all by herself."
"After my mother passed away, I took her place and went to sweep my father's grave every year. I never expected..."
He blushed with embarrassment. "I never expected to have mistaken the grave for someone else's. I'm so sorry to my father and mother."
Lin Xi said, "Just correct your mistakes and find a better place for your father to stay."
"Thank you, Master. I will go back to my hometown immediately to move my father's grave."
After Sun Tianlong got up, he suddenly realized that he had no idea where his father was buried.
He hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to speak, "Master, could you please ask me where my father's grave is?"
Lin Xi: "..."
Onlookers: "..."
Sun Tianlong smiled awkwardly, "The trees on the mountain all look pretty much the same. It's been so long, I really don't recognize the way."
"Master, I can pay more, do you think it's possible..."
Lin Xi interrupted him, "Come with me, I'll let you ask your father yourself."
Sun Tianlong was startled. "Master, really?"
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