Time is like a ruler, measuring all things in the world, propelling the chronicles of the years, governing life and death, coming and going...
The world changes day by day, and the stars shift.
Another six years have passed in the blink of an eye...
Outside Donglai County City, on a scenic little hillside.
Four neatly repaired tombstones of stone bricks stand against the wind.
Song Changming crouched down to clear away the weeds and vines around the tombstones, then carefully wiped the dust off them.
He lit incense and paid his respects.
These tombstones naturally belonged to Father Song, Song's Mother, and his two older brothers.
In the past, he would almost annually choose a day to head south, specifically to pay his respects, never missing a year.
This year was no exception.
Behind him, Su Qingqing and Song Ping'an also paid their respects as they observed.
