"Why are you renovating the house?" Wen Wan asked Chen Rou quietly.

Chen explained with a smile: "It's such a pity that this house is ruined."

"Besides, won't you come back to sweep graves in the future? You'll have a place to stay when you come back."

Wen Wan pouted and said, "I don't want to come back."

It was obvious that she had no feelings for this place.

Chen looked towards the door and said jokingly, "Is it because of you?"

"I remember you told me a while ago that you had no relatives in your hometown."

"What's going on? I can see that you are very resentful towards us."

In fact, even if Wenwan didn't say it, we could basically guess it.

My gentle mother was a university professor and was loved by her family. During every festival, everyone would ask about her well-being and visit her with gifts.

But later, when Wen Wan's parents passed away, her mother became seriously ill and the treatment almost emptied the family's savings. After Wen Wan borrowed money from these relatives several times, these relatives were no longer so enthusiastic.

Even when entertaining Wenwan, they were all cold and indifferent, because they had no money anyway.

Wenwan was shy, and after begging a few times, she understood the attitudes of these relatives. Later, she simply stopped contacting them and treated them as if they did not exist.

In these years, it is unacceptable to say that there is no hatred.

Wen Wan had thought about it more than once. She didn't expect these relatives to give her a lot of money, but even if they showed some appreciation, it would be much better than being cold and rejecting her, right?

This is a family relative.

I know that before this, my parents didn't entertain these relatives warmly every year.

It was precisely because of this contrast that Wen Wan completely gave up the idea and stopped contacting these people, and was even reluctant to regard them as her own relatives.

In the afternoon, the group came to the slope behind the village and found the grave of their mother Wenwan.

A simple tombstone and a lonely little mound of earth.

Seeing that her parents' grave had been swallowed up by weeds, Wenwan's tears flowed on the spot.

Looking next door, my grandparents' graves are still quite clean, without any weeds.

This shows that every year these relatives come to clean the graves, and they do clean them, but they selectively ignore the graves of their own relatives.

This scene made Wen Wan feel even more heartbroken.

We are obviously a family, why can we do this in such a cold way?

Chen shook his head, stepped forward, and began to bend down to clear the weeds in front of the grave.

The younger aunt's family and the second uncle looked at each other and quickly gathered around awkwardly.

"It's hot here, and it rains a lot, so the weeds are growing too fast."

"We actually clean your father's grave every year."

"That's right. We even helped add soil and burn paper money during this year's Qingming Festival."

Wen Wan said nothing. She no longer had any hope for these relatives.

A group of people quickly cleared the weeds and finally saw it.

With the help of Chen, Wenwan placed the offerings one by one in front of her father's grave. Then she went next door to place some for her grandparents.

When burning incense, my second uncle lit the incense while muttering to himself hypocritically.

"Brother, we are here with Xiaowan to see you."

"Brother, Xiaowan has become successful now. She's a big star."

"I heard they are working with big domestic directors to make movies."

"Alas, it's a pity that you left early, otherwise you would have enjoyed a better life..."

The younger sister-in-law also came over and muttered to herself in front of the tombstone. After a while, she pretended to wipe away her tears.

According to the rules, as a woman, the aunt is not supposed to sweep the graves at this time, but she insisted on coming along just to show off in front of Wen Wan.

After the incense was burned, the second aunt and the second aunt were busy distributing the paper money.

Chen 꼎 and Wen Wan went next door again to kowtow to their grandparents.

After finishing everything, Wen Wan found a stone to sit down, feeling a little lost.

Chen 꼎 Ze놆 sat down next to him and sighed as he looked into the distance.

“The view from here is great.”

"Chen. I want to move my father's grave to Yunhai and put it together with my mother's."

Chen 꼎 turned his head and explained gently and calmly.

"You just saw it. I am completely disappointed with these relatives. In all these years, I dare say that none of them has ever cleaned the grave of my eldest brother, my father..."

"I don't want my dad to sleep here alone. I want 놛 to be with my mom."

"If my parents were still alive, I believe they would support my decision."

Chen nodded: "I support you too."

"real?"

"real."

With Chen's support, a hint of excitement flashed across Wenwan's face.

"When I get back, I'll ask someone to buy another grave in the cemetery."

Chen Xiao smiled and said, "Aren't you going to join the new crew after you go back?"

"Leave this matter to me. I'll help you handle it."

"First, see if the grave next to my aunt's has been sold. If it has, then buy two new graves next to each other so that my uncle and aunt can be next to each other."

Wenwan's eyes reddened.

"Thank you."

Sitting on the slope, feeling the sea breeze, Wen Wan told Chen about her childhood in a somewhat emotional way for the first time.

It was not until the second uncle shouted that it was time to burn paper money that the two of them got up and walked over.

"Brother, Xiaowan has given you some money to burn paper money. Don't be reluctant to spend it. If there is anything, please tell me in your dream. We are all family, and we will definitely help you take good care of Xiaowan..."

Listening to what her aunt and uncle said, Wenwan knelt in front of the tombstone with an expressionless face.

When the paper money was almost burned, the aunt said, "Xiao Wan, it's almost time. It's getting late. Why don't we go back?"

Wen Wan knelt on the ground without looking back: "You guys go back first, I want to talk to my dad alone for a while."

"How about we stay with you?"

"No need. You all go back."

The young aunt wanted to move forward, but was suddenly stopped by Chen Xiao's hand.

"Aunt, let her be alone for a while."

"Well, all right then."

"Xiao Wan, let's go back first. I'll prepare dinner for you. Tell your aunt what you want to eat."

Wenwan shook her head and said nothing.

After watching the two families leave, Chen Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at Wen Wan.

"I'll be waiting for you not far ahead."

"Um."

Chen 꼎 walked down a distance, lit a cigarette, and turned to look at 껗뀘's gentleness.

At this moment, she does not look like a superstar who is high above the world, but just a weak and lonely daughter.

Wenwan knelt on the ground, looking at the tombstone in front of her.

Finally spoke.

"Dad, your daughter is here to see you."

"I'm not a teacher anymore..."

Wen Wan muttered to herself, recounting her experiences over the years.

"To be honest, I never thought that I would end up in this industry by accident, and eventually become a big star..."

"Oh, there's one more thing my daughter wants to tell you."

"Dad, my daughter has someone she likes."