One day when I was in high school, my father received a letter. The letter was sent from my hometown, saying that the son in the village was getting married and invited us back to have a dinner. What was originally a happy event when I returned to my hometown with my father turned into a funeral. Faced with the ensuing strange events, my son inherited his father's business and took over his father's coffin-making skills and became a true craftsman.
Reader comments
I feel like there should be a lower part, there's too much to say.
I feel like there should be a lower part, there's too much to say.
Not bad, one link after another
Not bad, this plot
Good-looking, very good