Mo Tian's throat moved, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and ran out. Those parting words could only settle in his heart, but Mo Hua didn't see Mo Tian's tears when he ran out of the door
After the baptism of the night, the bustling Taijing city is once again noisy, and the Taihe street seems to be more crowded than before.
When he heard the noise, Mo Tian knew that they had left Mo's house and arrived in the street.
Their father and son were in the sedan chair on Mo's house. After the sergeants checked their luggage, they let him and his father get on the black sedan chair they carried. Hundreds of people set out for the cemetery. As like as two peas were coming out of Mogao, they had a black sedan chair with the same black and white seats on it.
The crowded street is even more congested now with them. The leading officer has to send ten cavalry to open the way. The crowd will disperse to both sides of the road. The leisurely people just start to walk towards the cemetery.