"Sister, sister, forget it. Isn't it too immoral to steal food for the dead? Maybe there will be..." I timidly pulled the hem of sister's clothes and said in a low voice.
In the dark night, I didn't even dare to speak aloud, in a place full of tombstones.
The tombstone was engraved with the words: Tomb of beloved son Xue Qing.
"What are you talking about!" Sister A turned to look at me, raised her arm, and wanted to knock off my hand holding her clothes, "I never believe this! Shut your mouth! Besides, it's been a long time since we have eaten such good food. The food that Mr. Li feeds to dead people is so good, so what are you afraid of when that person is already dead -!"
An unknown bird cooed a few times and flew out of the dark forest.
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