On the mountaintop, one could see the northern border city at a glance. There, a new tomb was built.
The old woman wanted to return to the northern border city, but she passed away before she could enter the city. Burying her here where she could look at the city all the time was probably also what she wanted.
Si Yingzong knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times. He muttered, "Granny, I'll come back to see you when I can."
The mountain wind blew gently, brushing past his face, like an elder gently stroking a junior's head, gentle and warm.
Si Yingzong stood up and turned around to look at Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong. His eyes were red. "Let's go."
Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong nodded and left together.
