Cheng Yang felt something was wrong since he went back to burn incense for his grandma during the Qingming Festival. He stretched out his right hand and once again recalled the feeling of standing in front of that tomb. He looked at the pitiful solitary tomb, so he burned the unfinished incense candle paper money for this solitary tomb.
When he stood in front of the grave, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. Although the weather was getting colder, the coolness made him feel like goosebumps were about to appear on his whole back. In the end, he drove back in a hurry without even knocking his head. During the drive, because most of the graves in his hometown were far away from the city and in the closed countryside, sparsely populated, there were very few young people like him who went home during the Qingming Festival.