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  The old house of the Lin family is located in Changrong District, Yuncheng.

   It is more than 60 kilometers away from Yushuiwan, which is nearly an hour's drive.

   Lin Wan's father was buried on Qiping Mountain in Changrong District.

   After seeking Lin Wan's opinion, Li Yanchen decided to take Lin Wan to the cemetery to worship his father first.

   When he came to this world, apart from live variety shows and the vicinity of Yushuiwan, Lin Wan never crossed the district.

  Different from the high-rise buildings near Yushuiwan, Changrong also follows the old buildings of the past. Looking around, they are all two-story buildings with antique flavor.

   The closer you get to Qiping Mountain, the more desolate the surrounding area becomes.

  Lin Wan can be sure that she has never been to this place.

  The uncle guarding the cemetery at the foot of the mountain saw Li Yanchen walking forward: "Why did you come earlier this year?"

   "Wanwan, this is Uncle Yang, the tomb keeper here, Uncle Yang, this is my wife and Lao Lin's daughter." Li Yanchen introduced each other.

   "You found Miss Lin, and you are still married? Miss Lin, Yanchen is worth entrusting for life. Over the years, he has come to visit Lao Lin when he is free." Uncle Yang praised Li Yanchen.

  Seven years ago, Lin Xuezhen was buried in Qiping Mountain, Li Yanchen arranged for Uncle Yang at that time, and cleaned Lao Lin's tomb more because he didn't have time to come often.

   "Late night, when we're not here, Uncle Yang will help clean up Dad's graveyard."

   "Thank you Uncle Yang."

   "We're going up." Li Yanchen held Lin Wan's hand.

  The cemetery of Qiping Mountain is halfway up the mountain, surrounded by pine trees.

   "Wan Wan, I brought you here before, you probably don't remember, the first one you go forward and turn is Dad's grave." Li Yanchen walked ahead: "The road here is narrow, be careful with your feet."

  Lin Wan knew what Li Yanchen meant, but the man still felt that he had started a second personality so he forgot the past.

   After a while, two people stopped in front of a rectangular cemetery poured with concrete. The tombstone was engraved with the words Lin Xuezhen, and there was a line of small red characters next to it.

  The tombstone looks old, but there is not even a leaf in front of the tomb, which shows that Uncle Yang has been cleaning it with all his heart.

  Li Yanchen put down the bouquet, took out a bottle of flower carvings, and sat directly on the ground: "Dad, I will change my words later, and I will take Wanwan to see you."

  Lin Xuezhen, Lin Wan recited this name silently in her heart. She was sure she had never heard of it. In the past, every time Li Yanchen mentioned the original owner's father, he always called him Mr. Lin, and Lin Wan never asked Mr. Lin's specific name.

   Following the example of a man, she also sat down.

   There is also a black and white photo on the tombstone. The man in the photo has short hair and a pair of glasses, and his smile is very kind.

   "Dad..." Lin Wan whispered.

   Li Yanchen sprinkled a glass of wine in front of the tomb: "Dad, I respect you, it's a good evening now, very cheerful, you can rest assured."

   For Lin Wan, Lin Xue was really a stranger. She didn't know what to say to the original owner's father, and she didn't even know if the original owner was still alive.

   The woman lowered her head.

   "Dad, we may not have time to come over during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You are fine over there, don't worry about us, we are all fine." Li Yanchen stroked Lin Lao's tombstone.

   "Late night, kowtow a few times."

  Lin Wan knelt on the ground, a tingling in his heart.

  If the original owner is no longer there, will the old man in front of him blame her for occupying everything about his daughter? Or is it because the original owner could have lived well, but because of her arrival, the original owner disappeared.

   She is also called Lin Wan, but she is not Mr. Lin's real daughter, so she can't say a word like I'm nice.

  Lin Wan's tears fell on the cemetery.

   Li Yanchen put one hand over the woman's shoulder, and the other hand gently wiped away the tears from her face: "Late night, if Dad is alive in the sky, he will feel very relieved."

  The woman looked down at the words on the tombstone and was silent for a long time.

  The paper money burned out, Li Yanchen got up: "Wan Wan, do you want to talk to Dad alone for a while, I'll wait for you over there."

  Li Yanchen remembered that every time he went to see his parents when he was a child, he would always whisper a lot in front of their graves. He thought, Lin Wan is the same now.

  Lin Wan nodded.

  The man sat on the stone and looked at Lin Wan from a distance.

  Lin Wan leaned on the tombstone: "should I call you father or uncle."

"I don't want to go back to the previous world, will you blame me? Recently I always wondered if Lin Wan would go to my world and live for me in that world, did she meet Yang Ruoxi, did she go to my world? Look at the dean's mother."

   "No, maybe she, like me, has no memory of another body, but my world is much gentler than here."

  Lin Wan rambled about the daily life in another world.

  Suddenly, the autumn wind blew the leaves on the mountain, and the tomb was stained with golden stars.

  Lin Wan's hair was also blown to the corners of his mouth by the wind.

   Li Yanchen, who was sitting on the stone, felt a sudden coolness. He looked up and saw that the sky seemed to be covered with gray cloth.

   It might be raining.

  The man walked to Lin Wan: "Wan Wan, let's go down the mountain, the sky has changed."

  Lin Wan picked up the yellow leaves on the ground piece by piece, threw them into the trash, and prepared to go down the mountain with Li Yanchen.

   Uncle Yang's duty room.

  Daughter made coke wings and broccoli.

   "Dad." Holding the thermos cup, she jumped in front of Yang Yiren.

   "Xixi, I didn't tell my father when I got home, and suddenly appeared to frighten my father." Yang Yiren put down the enamel cup in his hand and looked at his daughter kindly.

   "Dad, I searched in the refrigerator at home and found this thing. Grandma is going to buy vegetables. I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you for dinner." The girl reached out and hugged Yang Yiren.

   "Dad, are you going to retire in two months, grandma is old, I'm still studying abroad, and she's home alone, are you at ease?"

   Mentioning his mother, Yang Yiren looked guilty, and the old man sighed: "I want to apply for reemployment, and I have feelings for Yuanzi. Besides, your mother is buried here, and I can usually talk to her."

   "But it's been more than ten years since my mother passed away. Dad, you should have a new life. If you want, you can form another family." The girl wondered if she could persuade her father.

   Yang Yiren frowned: "Xixi, I promised your mother that I would never leave her, but I'm sorry for your grandma, okay, let's go see your mother first."

  Yang Yiren took out the tin foil that had been prepared in the lounge: "Dad is with you."

  The girl took her father's arm: "It's about to rain, we have to hurry."

  Yang Yiren locked the door of the lounge and went up the mountain. Just as he walked to the black fence, a strong wind blew away the coins in his hand. He and his daughter followed the direction of the wind to pick up the paper money that was still dancing on the ground.

   A few pieces of tin foil floated to Lin Wan's feet, and the girl picking up the paper money raised her eyes.

   All the offerings he was holding in his hands fell to the ground.

  The world was quiet and time seemed to stand still. Lin Wan couldn't believe his eyes.

   "Is that you? Xixi." Lin Wan put a hand on Yang Ruoxi's cheek.

   The temperature of the palm is so real.