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Chapter 70 The Worshipers in front of Xia Mo's Tomb

"Wow... there are so many people."

Xia Mo and Lin Huan were almost carried forward by the flow of people.The traffic jam along the road to the cemetery was so serious that many people had to walk up the mountain, and Lin Huan and Xia Mo were one of them.

"Then what...you can help me get it too! I can't do it anymore and I'm almost exhausted."

"Haha... Men can't say no!" Xia Mo stepped on the stone pier beside her, pointed her middle finger at Lin Huan, and found that passers-by were all staring at her.

...Is the sense of existence a bit too strong, affecting the original plane?

Xia Mo jumped off the stone pier with guilt, and Lin Huan just squeezed through the crowd at this moment.

"That... Gou Huan, I think—"

"Don't be lazy! Come and work hard for me, and hold it for me!"

Lin Huan shared half of the luggage with Xia Mo, and the two walked up the rugged mountain road to the cemetery, hearing the continuous sound of crackling firecrackers.

"Here! Really! It's so noisy! I don't want to stay in this place!"

"Less! Long-winded! Hurry up! Go up!"

Because the sound of firecrackers was too loud, Xia Mo and Lin Huan yelled at each other and responded to each other—every time Xia Mo yelled, he could feel the disgusting eyes around him, but Xia Mo looked around and saw the disgusting eyes. The line of sight suddenly disappeared.

That's weird...have everyone been bewitched during the Ghost Festival?

Xia Mo and Lin Huan finally arrived at the cemetery.

It was already noon at this time, and the two sat on a stone bench outside the cemetery and shared food.

"Damn... didn't I buy two pineapple buns? Is there another one?"

"Hey hey..." Under Lin Huan's questioning, Xia Mo seemed very frank, "Just now I ate it with spicy sticks in the car."

"Then you haven't had lunch yet!"

"Don't, don't be so cute, Gou Huan! QAQ I'll die if I don't eat lunch... You're the best, right? I'll make you a pillow at night!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Xia Mo and Lin Huan were entangled, and a middle-aged couple passing by pointed at Lin Huan, complaining about "the young people nowadays".

……

Was my posture just now strange?

Of course, Lin Huan wasn't really that unfeeling—he couldn't do anything about being yelled at by Xia Mo, so he shared half of the bread with Xia Mo. After eating the bread, the two added some water, and then entered the cemetery to visit the grave .

Lin Huan first led Xia Mo to the tombstone where his grandparents were buried together, placed a few apples, exchanged a pile of paper money pressed beside the tombstone, inserted brand new paper flowers, lit a stick of incense, and put it in the incense burner. The two fiddled with the paper money together.

"Stand over and block the wind, I'm going to burn paper money."

"Don't you set off firecrackers first and then burn paper money?"

"How can it be so complicated... By the way, have you ever visited the grave yourself?"

"Why not! I come with my parents every time!" Xia Mo wiped her nose in a terrific manner.

"That's really sorry, I come alone every time."

Xia Mo wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry, Gou Huan... I'm not in the mood to take care of you. I'll visit the grave with you every year, okay..."

"No," Lin Huan muttered, "You are not my family..."

"My childhood sweetheart belongs to my family! Don't tell me you haven't seen me as a family member!"

"Okay, don't waste your time!"

Lin Huan lit the paper money and let Xia Mo watch that the flame of the paper money would not go out. He took a bunch of firecrackers and lit them on the outer circle of the cemetery.

The burnt paper money turned into a wisp of soot, like a broken gray butterfly, drifting in the air, and finally turned into a speck of dust, carrying the thoughts of the dead, passed on from generation to generation.

After Lin Huan finished setting off the firecrackers, he saw that Xia Mo had knelt down there to worship and pray.

"Grandpa and grandma, please bless Gou Huan and Gou Huan's parents to be safe and healthy in the second half of the year."

This idiot... has completely turned into praying for himself.

"Also, please bless Gou Huan to find a girlfriend this year and end his single career."

Depend on……

Lin Huan knelt down and leaned against Xia Mo, "Okay... let me do it."

Xia Mo got up and stood aside, watching Lin Huan mutter something.

"What are you praying for?"

"Why did you say it?"

"It's not a birthday, so there's no saying that it won't work if you say it, I find you are very annoying—"

Lin Huan tugged at Xia Mo's cheek, "Didn't I tell you to be more solemn in the cemetery?!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sorry..."

Xia Mo kept muttering in his heart, thinking that you are not much more solemn than me...

Lin Huan packed up the other things and picked them up, with a hesitant tone, "Next, I'm going to your tomb... You also take the offerings for you."

"Well, I know, let's go." Xia Mo tugged on Lin Huan's arm and said with a grin, "I just want to know if I chose the best-looking one for my posthumous photo."

Speaking of...

Doesn't this guy really feel panicked?
The two walked halfway, Xia Mo suddenly remembered that she had left a snack bag at the tomb of Lin Huan's grandparents.

"Let's go get it together? I'm afraid you won't know the way."

"No... I'll catch up to you soon. Anyway, if I can't find you, I'll call your name loudly, anyway, you can hear it."

"...You still haven't taken my words to heart."

Lin Huan watched Xia Mo trot all the way back along the original road.I don't know why I'm always worried.

Xia Mo is a ghost, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, the yin energy is very heavy, I don't know if he will be attacked by ghosts...

While thinking about Xia Mo, Lin Huan found himself in front of Xia Mo's tombstone before he knew it.

……

To Lin Huan's surprise, there was a person standing in front of Xia Mo's tomb.

This is a middle-aged woman who looks about forty years old. She has the same light pink hair color as Xia Mo, but her temples have been dyed a little white. Youth.

"Ah, Aunt Xia..."

Lin Huan stammered and greeted her. The woman Lin Huan called Aunt Xia was Xia Mo's mother.

After Xia Mo's death, Xia Mo's mother has been immersed in the grief of losing her beloved daughter; Xia Mo's father worried that his wife would not be able to cheer up, so he took her away from the city.Even so, Lin Huan often heard from his mother that Xia Mo's mother came to the city to offer sacrifices to Xia Mo. The last time she came was a few months ago, and that day was Xia Mo's death day. If they went together, they would not be able to meet Xia Mo's mother.

Compared with Lin Huan's impression, Xia Mo's mother was much haggard and aged.When Lin Huan and Lin Huan were neighbors, Xia Mo's mother had always been a gentle, well-educated woman like a lady. It was hard to imagine that Xia Mo, a crazy girl, was actually her daughter.

Xia Mo's mother stared at Lin Huan for a full minute, and it took a long time before she recovered from a daze, "It's Ah Huan. Are you also here to pay homage to Momo?"

Lin Huan nodded, and lifted the paper money and paper flowers in his hand.

"Let Auntie help you... Momo will be very happy to see you here."

"Ah."

Xia Mo's mother smiled.

After Xia Mo left them, Lin Huan hadn't seen Xia Mo's mother smile so gently for a long time.

It was precisely because he understood the great pain that Xia Mo's death had brought to the people around him that Lin Huan kept asking Xia Mo if he should see his parents.

It was useless to see Xia Mo before, after all, no one else could see Xia Mo;
However, since we can meet each other through ourselves now, shouldn't we--

Thinking of what Xia Mo said before, Lin Huan deliberately raised his head to look at Xia Mo's posthumous photo.

This is a rare and serious photo of Xia Mo, it should be left when taking student ID card or ID card.In the photo, Xia Mo just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, giving one a sweet feeling that the seeds of happiness are taking root and sprouting.

Lin Huan, who was laying paper money, was stroked by Xia Mo's mother from behind.

"Ah Huan, you've grown up so much... Auntie almost didn't realize it yet."

"Ah... yes."

"Auntie is a lot older."

"No, no. Auntie is still very young!" Lin Huan is not good at dealing with elders, especially Xia Mo's mother.

"If you want to talk about youth..." Xia Mo's mother sighed faintly, "The youngest one now should be Momo..."

Actually not.The age of this guy is not fixed, but has grown up with him.

Even if those fifteen months were blank...

"Dog Huan?!"

"Gou Huan—"

"I'm lost--"

"where are you--"

Xia Mo lost his way too quickly...

Looking at Xia Mo's mother who made people feel so distressed, Lin Huan couldn't restrain his urge to let mother and daughter meet again.
Even with another identity——

Lin Huan was about to hold Xia Mo's mother's arm to let the mother and daughter meet, but found that Xia Mo's mother was looking at the road aside with disbelief. Lin Huan could feel Xia Mo's mother's whole body trembling.

And standing by the side of the road was Xia Mo who was looking around in fear, at a loss.

Could it be... can Xia Mo's mother also see Xia Mo? !

(End of this chapter)