Chapter 1301: Grave

“What are you doing here, where did you come from?”

“I’ve been here since early morning.”

The Old Lady asked, “What time?”

“Right when you got up early to pretend to worship the Immortal in the Buddha room.”

Bo Yanching took off his gloves and casually threw them aside.

He was wearing a gray jacket, work pants, and high boots, with a lot of mud on his shoes.

His hair was unkempt, and strands hung over his forehead.

He patted the dust off himself, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The Old Lady waved her hand disdainfully in front of her face, “You went to dig a grave, didn’t you?

Why so much dust?”

Bo Yanching chuckled, “I did dig a grave.”

He took a couple of sips of tea, pressed his forefinger against the rim of the cup, then leaned slightly towards the Old Lady, “I dug a grave in the back mountain and buried your son in it.”

The Old Lady was stunned immediately.

At first, she didn’t react, only feeling that Bo Yanching’s teasing put her in a bad mood, so she grabbed her cane and swung it at him.

Nan Jiaojiao quickly grabbed the two plates of pastry on the table and shrunk back like a quail.

Bo Yanching took the hit without changing his expression, still calmly drinking tea.

“Which son?” The Old Lady’s brain was always quicker than her mouth, “Your dad?”

“Yes.”

The Old Lady said nothing and her face gradually turned pale.

She sat silently for a while, then extended her hand for the butler to come over and help her.

With a supporting effort, her hand holding the cane trembled.

Her voice was also shrouded in a layer of gloom, “Take me to see him.”

Bo Yanching put down the teacup and conveniently grabbed Nan Jiaojiao up.

An old and a young, both on crutches, with an injured one beside them, so the butler simply drove a car over, and they drove to the back mountain.

Exiting through a southern archway, passing through a winding corridor, the closer to the gate, the thicker the climbing flowers on the walls.

This door was rarely used.

Usually, it was only minimally maintained by the cleaning servants.

A path was left, but when the door opened, two flower branches dangled from the top, just reaching Nan Jiaojiao’s eye level.

She tilted her head to avoid them, and Bo Yanching, already ahead of her, looped those two flower branches behind the door.

Bo Mu’s ashes were buried on the right side after going out of the south gate.

Surrounded by a profusion of flowers, a crescent-shaped creek circled around, the sound of the bubbling stream and the fragrance of flowers enveloping Bo Mu’s grave.

“You sure know how to pick a spot for your old man.”

The Old Lady sat on a large rock, her hands resting on her cane, her fingers unconsciously rubbing each other.

Her eyes were slightly red, her voice increasingly hoarse, “This spot has the best view of the moon.”

Bo Yanching lit two sticks of incense and handed one to Nan Jiaojiao.

The two of them bowed to Bo Mu, then placed the incense in the burner.

Next to the incense burner were offerings of fruits and pastries.

Bo Yanching tapped the previously placed incense, knocking some of the ash onto a plate of green bean cake.

He picked up that piece, brushed off the ash, and put it back.

Nothing was said.

They quietly stayed for a while, then the three of them headed back.

This time they didn’t take the car, and halfway back they ran into Bo Shuxian.

He hurriedly greeted them, asked about the location, ran to the grave to light an incense for Bo Mu, then came back to catch up with them.

“Third Brother!”

Bo Shuxian dashed over, hooked Bo Yanching’s shoulder, his arm resting around his neck, causing Bo Yanching to stumble forward from the momentum, then he turned back and swung a cane to hit Bo Shuxian’s legs.