Plum Jade

Everyone followed, walking slowly through the overgrown weeds that even covered Lan Xinmei's head. Soon after, my great-uncle said in a hoarse voice: "We're here." Everyone stopped and slowly gathered in front of the old man. Lan Xinmei, who was walking among the crowd and being held by her grandma, also walked over. At a glance, she saw the red shirt with small flowers on the bottom that she had taken off. At this time, the shirt was worn very neatly on a skeleton. The skeleton was about the same height as Lan Xinmei. There was a loud "thud" in Lan Xinmei's heart. She couldn't believe it again and again last night. Things she didn't want to believe seemed to have become a fact.