Chapter 102 (1/2)

He Feng, although he is already a cultivator.

But that's not what he did.

Not long after arbor day, it is Tomb Sweeping Day.

On Tomb Sweeping Day, he Lingling, who had disappeared for a long time, came back from school holiday.

He Feng also survived the busy hand and began to prepare a very important thing.

In honor of my father.

He Feng's father died four years ago, and his voice and smile are still in the memory of He Feng and he Lingling.

Closer and closer to you.

He Feng found his mother Chen Guixiang more and more sad. I think he thought of his dead father.

He Feng took a very dim view of death.

Death, like a lamp out, is a cycle.

But this did not stop him from remembering his father.

If he can, he is even willing to use his cultivation to revive his father.

Of course, this is impossible.

Tomb Sweeping Day.

The horn of the village committee sounded.

The old party secretary tirelessly publicized it.

It's not allowed to set off fireworks and firecrackers or burn paper money. We don't care. It's pure farting.

But you must pay attention when you burn yourself.

Be sure to clean up the weeds and branches around before burning.

After burning, you must also make sure that all the burned before have been extinguished. The main reason for this is to prevent mountain fires.

A few days ago, when I heard that 30 firefighters died in Sichuan, the old party secretary still had a fresh memory.

He would never allow his village to cause such heavy casualties.

He Feng is carrying a firewood knife.

The mountains and forests are barren, although they all belong to the ownerless land and belong to the state.

But the villagers can bury their ancestors here.

He Feng, my father's grave is in the mountains.

It is said that Grandpa chose it for him.

He Feng's grandfather is a famous Feng Shui teacher in Hejia village.

He Feng sometimes thinks that he can get this adventure because of Grandpa's foresight.

There is no road in the mountains.

It took a lot of effort to bury my father.

He Feng's family was destitute because of this.

Because the road in the mountain was hard to walk, they hired almost all the young people in the village and successfully buried their father in it.

The road is full of thorns, weeds and branches.

He Feng kept waving his firewood knife and cut off the obstacles in front of him.

Then open the way for mother and sister.

Come to the grave.

He Feng frowned. He planned to repair the grave for his father.

My father's tomb looks very simple.

If there were not a small willow on it that was very different from the surrounding trees, it would not be easy for them to find the location of the tomb.

After going to the grave, he Feng went back with his injured mother and sister.

As soon as he got home, he made a phone call.

The purpose of calling is to ask someone to help build a stone tablet and make a tombstone for his father's tomb.

After things were arranged, he Feng hung up the phone.

The atmosphere at home was heavy all day.

My father must be influencing everyone's mood.

That night, he Feng did not go to Yang Jiao's house, but stayed in his room and slept.

Day 2.