The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

"Why are you here? You came out of nowhere!"

"I came early in the morning."

The old lady asked: "When?"

"Just when you got up early and went to the Buddhist chamber to pretend to worship the gods."

Bo Yanqing took off his gloves and threw them aside. He was wearing a gray shirt, overalls, and high boots. The shoes were stained with a lot of mud. His hair was not combed. The hair hung down on his forehead. He dusted himself off, sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

The old lady waved her hand in front of her face in disgust, "You went to dig a grave? Why is there so much dust?"

Bo Yanqing laughed, "It's really a grave digging."

He took two sips of tea, placed his index finger on the rim of the cup, pressed it down, and tilted his body slightly towards the old lady, "I dug a grave in the mountain behind you and buried your son in it."

The old lady was stunned immediately.

But she didn't react at first. She only felt that Bo Yanqing's teasing made her feel very unhappy, so she hit him with the crutch when she touched it.

Nan Jiaojiao quickly picked up the two plates of snacks on the table and shrank back like a quail.

Bo Yanqing was hit with a stick, but his expression didn't change at all, and he still drank tea calmly.

"Which son of mine?" The old lady's brain is always faster than her mouth. "Your father?"

"Ah."

The old lady stopped talking, and her face slowly faded. She sat in silence for a while, then stretched her hands to the side and asked the housekeeper to come over and help her.

She pushed hard, her hand holding the cane trembling.

There was also a layer of gloom in his voice, "Take me to see him."

Bo Yanqing put down the teacup and grabbed Nan Jiaojiao.

The old man and the young man both had crutches, and there was a man with an injured hand beside him. The housekeeper simply drove a car over and drove all the way to the back mountain.

Exit through an archway on the south side and pass through the Chaoshou Veranda. The closer you get to the door, the thicker the flower branches climbing on the wall become.

This door was not often used by people. On weekdays, the cleaning servants simply took care of it and left it open. However, when the door was opened, two flower branches hanging down from the top happened to reach Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows.

She turned her head to avoid it, and Bo Yan took the two flower branches behind the door while she was hiding early in the morning.

Bo Mu's ashes are buried on the right side after exiting the south gate.

There are clusters of flowers, surrounded by a crescent creek. The sound of gurgling water and the fragrance of flowers surround the dusk tomb in the middle.

"You would choose a position for me."

The old lady sat down on a big rock, put her hands on the crutches, and rubbed her fingers subconsciously. Her eyes were reddish, and her voice became hoarse, "This is the best place to see the moon."

Bo Yan counted two incense sticks and gave one to Nan Jiaojiao.

The two of them bowed to Bo Mu and put the incense sticks on. There were fruits and snacks beside the incense burner. Bo Yanqing touched the incense stick he had inserted earlier with his fingers, and the shaken ash fell on a plate of mung bean cake. He put the incense stick on it. He picked it up, patted the dust on it and put it back.

Nothing.

They just stayed with him quietly for a while, and then the three of them walked back.

This time I didn't take the car, and I met Bo Shuxian halfway through.

He hurriedly said hello, asked for their location, ran to give Huo Mu a stick of incense, and then came back to catch up with them.

"Third Brother!"

Bo Shuxian rushed over, hooked Bo Yanqing's shoulders, and put his arm around his neck. The momentum of running made Bo Yanqing stumble forward, and then turned around and hit Bo Shuxian's leg with a cane.