"Grandpa!" the little beggar kneeled on the ground and wailed in grief, inconsolable.
"Old grandpa!" Xu Mengmeng wiped away her tears with her hand, overcome with sadness.
Ye Wudao sighed softly and said, "He passed away peacefully, let's bury the old man."
Behind the river there was a desolate hill, where Ye Wudao dug a grave by hand and erected a tombstone.
"The Tomb of Qin Ze!"
Ye Wudao and Xu Mengmeng bowed deeply towards the grave.
Kneeling on the ground, the little beggar knocked his head on the floor four times; "Grandpa, I will never forget your great kindness and virtue in this lifetime!"
After speaking, the little beggar wiped away his tears and said, "Mengmeng sis, I'm an orphan now..."
"Don't talk nonsense, you still have Mengmeng sis, and Brother Ye, we are all your family!" Xu Mengmeng comforted him while stroking the little beggar's head.
"Little beggar!" Ye Wudao looked at the little beggar; "How old are you this year?"
