Although he was an outstanding member of the Bu family, Bu Tinghua did not inherit any of the outstanding genes of the Bu family, so he dropped out of school and stayed up late playing games. One day, his grandfather in heaven finally couldn't stand his grandson's behavior anymore and entrusted him with a dream.
Grandpa: Go back to your hometown and pay me a grave.
Bu Tinghua: What are you doing?
Grandpa: There is a treasure in my urn. With it, the crooked neck tree can become a pillar.
Bu Tinghua: Isn't this, this, this... Not a tomb robbing?
Grandpa: Bu Tinghua, all you have to do is be obedient!
Bu Tinghua got the treasure: Grandpa, how can this be a treasure? This is clearly an ancestor!
In short, this is the story of "my" ancestors.
Also, we are closed every Monday.
Intention: The snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms.