The autumn wind caresses quietly, the lonely cicada sings, and the broken sycamore trees are broken.
Under the Luan branch, there is an inscription three feet covered in dust.
The man's clothes were fluttering, his long hair was blowing in the wind, and his thin body struggled hard in the wind.
The young face shows an indifference and indifference that differs from his age.
The young man stepped forward, squatted down and stroked the ravine on the stone tablet with his right index finger, outlining the ancient imprint - "Dead Relative" stroke by stroke. The young man choked, closed his eyes, and shed two lines of tears. His fingers did not stop, but continued their original movements, outlining the remaining two words "Mu".
When the last stroke was folded, the ash on the young man's fingers submerged the original skin color.
Just a casual touch on the side of the skirt, then turned and left.
The autumn wind blew, and the tung leaves were scattered, mottled all over the ground.
But the young man will never look back.