Mang Mountain.
Near the Yellow River wetlands, the final "resting place" for many from Zheng City, there is a large cemetery here.
Early in the morning, Xu Musen got up to prepare to take Yao Mingyue and Liu Rushuang here to pay tribute to Uncle Yao.
Before leaving, Mother Xu handed the grave-tending snacks and meals she'd prepared in advance to Xu Musen.
"These are all your Uncle Yao's favorite foods. Bring them with you, and drive carefully—there's still snow on the road."
Mother Xu painstakingly instructed, and Father Xu also handed over a bottle of liquor for Xu Musen to take along. He didn't say much, but his tone carried a hint of reminiscence, "Remember, when you arrive, bow a few extra times for your Uncle Yao."
"Got it."
Xu Musen nodded.
"Aren't you guys going together?"
"It's not appropriate for us to go today. We'll visit on our own in a couple of days. Take good care of them," Father Xu said, patting his shoulder.
