Zhou Xiumei retorted him: "You try it at home yourself."

“…”

Shang Fuhai was silent and could not say this.

The things for the memorial service were prepared in advance by Shang Yong.

The whole family got out of the car and put down the things at home. Before they could drink water, they went directly to the cemetery.

This is a tribe cemetery formed by the ancestors of the Old Shang family. It is surrounded by lush trees, with straight trunks growing upright, and the dense fallen leaves obscuring the sunshine of this cemetery.

If a foreigner came to this place, plus the graves next to each other, he would only feel the place was gloomy and made people feel panicked.

But after my family came here, I felt a different sense of intimacy here and felt much more at ease.

His father Shang Yong led the way, and Shang Fuhai and the others followed behind him. When passing by a clearing, Shang Yong pointed to it and said, "Fuhai, I will be buried here a hundred years later..."

"Get out, old man, are you talking nonsense?" Zhou Xiumei stopped doing it first and scolded him.

Shang Yong smiled and didn't take it seriously. He said, "I'm over 60 years old, so what else can I be so uneasy? Just a matter of time."
Chapter completed!