Not long after I woke up, I still had to get up because I had to go to Houshan to pay a visit to grandma Jiang Yi.

They all came by the time, but generally after going to the grave, Mr. Jiang would stay here for a period of time.

That's why I said I would stay for a few days.

Today is probably a special day. When I got up early in the morning, Jun porcelain saw that the old man who had breakfast looked cloudy and sunny.

The man who delivered the meal was the middle-aged man from the countryside whom he had talked with last night. When he came to deliver the meal, he was accompanied by a girl. He didn't look like the people here, but he was not particularly beautiful and elegant.

She is helping to deliver the meal, but her eyes keep turning between Jun porcelain and Jiang Yi. She is very straightforward, but with shy eyes.

Some of Jiang Yi didn't like such people very much, and his facial expression was obviously indifferent.

No one dares to talk to him.

Jun porcelain is not as cold as Jiang Yi, but he has a great bearing and does not look angry. The middle-aged man looks at Jun porcelain and Jiang Yi for several times, but does not dare to come forward and say anything.

"Uncle Jiang, what would you like to eat at noon? I'll ask my husband to make it for you. Don't worry. How good is her craft?"

Jiang Yi frowned a little when he heard this, and the old man shook his head: "I can't trouble you every time I come. I have a cook with me. It's OK."

It doesn't matter what the old man ate here before, but Jiang Yi had several opinions. He was not used to the food made by the people here. In the end, it was not as exquisite as the dishes made by the people here. In addition, there was a Jun porcelain. The old man considered it and brought a chef.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't say much.

The girl behind him summoned up courage, as if to say something, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

After breakfast, Mr. Jiang took Jun porcelain and Jiang Yi up the mountain, followed by Uncle Tao and others.

They also carried some sacrificial objects in their hands, which was the first time that Jun porcelain had contacted these things.

Grandma Jiang Yi is buried in the broad area of the back mountain. Standing on it, you can see all the scenery. It is very beautiful and natural.

In that side of the hillside, a lush soil bag is particularly conspicuous.

That's the grave.

The old man stood here, seems to be some sentimental up, lips moved: "if there is a chance, I would like to be buried here with you."

Today, the sun is not very big, but also blowing a breeze, the weather is comfortable, but this sentence for no reason people feel a burst of sadness.

Jiang Yi frowned and said, "grandfather, can you stop saying these words?"

After all, it is not his own taste to hear these words from Jiang Yi.

"Birth, aging and death are all things sooner or later. I'm too quick. What can't I say?"

The old man's rare stubbornness, he sighed and understood that it was just a delusion.

His identity is not ordinary, even if he wants to, the state will never allow him to be buried in such a lonely hillside.

Had it not been for grandma Jiang Yi's insistence, she would have been buried in a better place.

Seeing that Jiang Yi's face was a little bad, old man Jiang sighed: "OK, don't say it. Burn some paper for your grandmother."

After he finished, Jiang Yi began to act.

Jun porcelain doesn't understand the rules of worship, but Jiang Yi does. Naturally, Jun porcelain does what he does.

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