Li Xingkui drove toward his destination, while Zhao Yishan also rode the backward-riding donkey, carrying Zhao Yang to the foot of the mountain, intending to head straight for his wife's grave on the mountain.
The abandoned factory and the graveyard were in two opposite directions, one to the east of the village and the other to the west, which meant there was no chance of them running into each other unexpectedly.
Anxious all day, at this point Zhao Yishan was physically and mentally exhausted. However, in order to fulfill perhaps the last wish of his son before his death, he had no choice but to ride up the mountain in the deep night, under the stars and moon, on the backward-riding donkey.
Several times, Zhang Xiuer wanted to take his place, but he stopped her each time. Riding the backward-riding donkey, after all, was not a task for a woman.
