Chen Mo's Path

In the spring of Chenjiacun, the weeds on the graves begin to turn green. Chen Mo knelt in the wet and cold mud, pressing his forehead against the newly built earthen grave. The fishy smell of earth, mixed with the smell of burnt paper money that has not yet dissipated, penetrated into the nose. The wind blew from the back mountain and picked up a few pieces of unburned yellow paper, swirling in the air like souls that refused to leave. "Dad..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.