Su's father sat in the weeds, looking at the paper money flying in the sky, the blazing flames, and the thick smoke rising from the burned clothes. His chest ached and his eyes were blurred. Su Han patted his father's shoulder with his little hand, and asked carefully and softly: Dad, can we still see grandpa? Where did he go? Su's father pulled Su Han and held Su Han in his arms. His head rested on Su Han's small shoulder, and his body trembled. After a while, Su's father replied: We will never see you again. We will never see your grandfather again in this life or in several lifetimes. After saying that, he lowered his head and kept sobbing. Su Han didn't understand why her father cried so sadly, but she knew that her grandfather would never come back. She saw with her own eyes many people carried her grandfather into the dark coffin, closed the lid, and buried him in the loess. Su Han didn't know what to say. She just stared at the extinguishing fire with wide eyes and kept touching her father's head with her little hands. She had never seen her father so sad and wanted to give him some comfort, but she would not do anything. Grandpa's last pair of cloth shoes was thrown into the fire and turned into ashes. Perhaps we will never see each other again in this life and the next.