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According to the traditions of my hometown, on the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, one must visit the graves of deceased family members to pay respects, signifying inviting them home for the New Year.
After Shen Xian finished pasting couplets at home, he drove to his grandfather and younger uncle's cemetery.
His grandmother had also long prepared the offerings, and before leaving, she repeatedly instructed him on some special rites of worship.
The process was cumbersome and the sequence critical, all of which Shen Xian patiently listened to and memorized.
It wasn't so much superstition, but rather a way for the living to remember their deceased loved ones.
The closer he got to the cemetery, the more uncomfortable Shen Xian felt.
He didn't have many memories of his grandfather, most of which came from his grandmother's stories.
