After a hard journey, the group finally arrived at the top of the mountain.

After not coming back to see my grandmother for so long, Qin Shu had already imagined the desolate scene of a weedless grass.

But there were traces of cleaning on the ground under your feet, and the tombstone not far away was also clean, standing under an ancient cloud pine tree.

This surprised her a little.

Apart from her adoptive parents, grandma has no other relatives. Who else would come to visit her?

Qin Shu was still thinking, and a figure walked past her and trembled towards the tombstone.

It was Mr. Shen... Qin Shu's expression moved and his eyes were fixed on his back.

I saw him coming to the tombstone and slowly raised his hand, just like he was stroking his deeply loved lover, carefully stroking the name engraved on it: Qin, so, Xiang.

His fingertips streaked through every gesture, as if they were endless attachment and obsession.

"Director Chen is..."

An Ruoqing looked at the scene in surprise and turned her head to ask her daughter beside her.

Qin Shu nodded slightly at her and signaled to explain to her mother later.

An Ruoqing felt clear and calmed down and stopped asking more questions.

Others also saw the clues and chose to remain silent and not disturb Mr. Shen.

Chen Mu stood quietly in front of the tombstone with his back to everyone. Scenes of past events were shown in his mind like slides, but in the end, they turned into floating clouds in the sky, drifted away, and disappeared.

When he came to his senses, tears had already wet his cheeks.

He quickly raised his hand to wipe it, quickly sorted out his emotions, and then turned around and looked at everyone.

"Feel sorry……"

The old voice was still choked.

Everyone seemed to see something, and shook their heads with a kind smile on their faces.

Qin Shu gave Chu Linchen a wink, who understood it and immediately stepped forward with her to spread the memorial supplies he brought.

Qin Shu handed the incense to Chen Mu, "Teacher, have you lit the first incense stick of grandma?"

Chen Mu took a step back, showing hesitation.

Chu Linchen knew what he was retreating and persuaded: "Mr. Shen, don't refuse. You are Grandma Qin's old friend. She should be very happy to see you coming here."

Chen Mu looked at the name on the tombstone, his eyes flashed, and finally gritted his teeth and took the fragrance from Qin Shu's hand.

The others lined up behind Shen Mu and burned incense to Grandma Qin in turn.

Qin Shu is the last one.

When it was her turn, she held a handful of Xiangxuelan in her hand that she had picked from somewhere.

Seeing this fresh and white flower, Chen Mu's pupils shook.

Qin Shu gently placed the flower in front of the tombstone and said warmly: "This is the flower that grandma loved the most during her lifetime. It symbolizes pure true feelings and longing for happiness and fulfillment."

After saying that, she inserted the incense into the soil in front of her, looking at the name on the tombstone, her eyes couldn't help but feel wet.

"Grandma, I have found my biological parents, and I will hold a wedding with Chu Linchen this month. I am having a good time, what about you?"

She murmured and said what she thought was full of longing for her grandmother.

How great would it be if grandma was still alive...

The worship ends.

Everyone was about to go down the mountain.

No matter how much reluctance Qin Shu felt in his heart, he could only wait for the next time to come again.

She held away the tears in her eyes and helped An Ruoqing's arm up: "Mom, let's go."

An Ruoqing gently held her hand, her eyes as gentle as water, "Yes."

Chen Mu walked at the end, unlike the eagerness he was when he came, and he seemed to have deliberately slowed down.

From time to time, I looked back and looked at Xiang Xuelan, holding the swaying in the wind, and the girl's silver bell-like voice seemed to echo in my ears:

"Senior brother, Master asked us to pick herbs. Why did you dig these flowers back?"

"Isn't today a special festival? I saw that there are so many flower sellers outside, so I got some flowers to meet the situation. Besides, who said that this is not a medicine?"

"Really? This flower is so beautiful and can be used as medicine. What's its name?"

"A Xiang, you like it so much, so let me give it to you. Remember, this one is called Xiang Xuelan."

"Is it the word "scent" in my name?"
Chapter completed!