"Little Hao, how I wish you could come back to life!" Shi Dazhuang, Er Meng, and others came with several jars of liquor, sitting here, drinking one cup and spilling another in front of the grave.
They were a few years older than Shi Hao, but since childhood, Shi Hao had been strong. Initially, he followed behind them, but later on, he surpassed them.
"I can't believe you've already left us, how could you die," Er Meng's eyes reddened.
The monkeys, Shi Dazhuang, and the nasally child were also distressed, continually pouring and drinking shot after shot onto the ground. Throughout these past three months, they came here every few days, drinking like this, hazily envisioning Shi Hao.
Not to mention the genuine affection they grew up with, the many things Shi Hao did for Stone Village also made them unforgettable and left them feeling stifled.
