Deep love is also heartless

Chapter 288 Burial

Cui Ming drove here, so several people got in his car. Seeing Cui Ming's bad face, Ju Zi said to him: "You sit in the back and I will drive."

Cui Ming nodded and got on the back seat. Bai Yu was already sitting beside him holding the baby.

Cui Ming said to Bai Yu, "I bought a small coffin for the child. You can put the child in it."

Bai Yu: "No, I'll hold you."

Orange drove to Wanger Mountain.

There is a story about Wang'er Mountain: It is said that in ancient times, a scholar went to take an imperial examination and never heard from him again. His mother, who raised him alone, would climb the mountain every day to look towards the capital city. She looked there for four years. Later, she became desperate and hanged herself on Wang'er Mountain.

But just when she was about to hang herself, a messenger brought the good news that her son had been admitted to high school. The villagers looked for her everywhere and finally found her on Wanger Mountain, but she could no longer see the good news.

It turned out that after his son failed the exam, he felt ashamed to see his mother who had raised him with great difficulty, so he stayed in the capital, selling calligraphy and paintings for a living while continuing his studies. Finally, his hard work paid off. Three years later, he passed the high school. He returned home happily, thinking of taking his mother away to enjoy a good life, but he unexpectedly received bad news.

After observing mourning for three years, the scholar asked the emperor for permission to serve as a county magistrate in his hometown for the rest of his life. He wanted to take care of his mother for the rest of his life.

After the county magistrate died, his descendants buried him on this mountain according to his will.

Later, one of the county magistrate's sons became prime minister. Grateful for his grandmother's deep love and his father's guilt towards his grandmother, he built a temple on this mountain, enshrining his grandmother and father in the temple, thus fulfilling the wish of mother and son reunion.

When the prime minister came back to worship his ancestors every three years, he would stay overnight in the temple. Later generations were moved by the story of the mother and son, and many people came to the temple to burn incense. Over time, this temple became a symbol of family reunion. Whenever there was a son traveling far away, his family would come here to burn incense and pray for the son to return home safely.

More than three hundred years have passed, and this place has become a prayer temple for students to be successfully admitted to university. Therefore, every May and June, there are crowds of people here, and the incense smoke rises to the sky.

It's August now, but not many people come.

Orange did not go up the mountain, but went along the foot of the mountain to the southeast part.

Originally this was the ancestral tomb of the scholar's family. Later, due to the constant changes in the situation, no one knew where the descendants of the scholar's family had gone.

Grave robbers turned the cemetery upside down, and it has been deserted ever since.

Because the baby was already dead when he was born, there was no birth certificate and there was no need to go to the crematorium. Orange thought it was a good idea to bury the baby here.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Orange pointed to the middle of the mountain and said, there is a flat area there. They can dig a hole in front and build a small grave. It won't be seen from people below the mountain and there's no need to worry about any trouble. It won't be troubled by landslides either. It is a Feng Shui treasure land.

Bai Yu: "How did you know?"

Orange: "I asked someone to look at it."

Bai Yu: “You put your heart into it.”

Cui Ming got out of the car and went to the trunk. He first took out a small coffin and then a small tombstone.

Everyone knows that Bai Yu asked Cui Ming to buy the coffin, but no one expected that Cui Ming also made a tombstone, which he completed in just one day. He probably paid the stonemason a lot of extra money.

Although the tombstone was small, it was made of cement after all, and weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms. Cui Ming, a pampered young man, carried the tombstone on his back and held the coffin in front, which made Cui Ming's waist bent at ninety degrees. Juzi felt tired just looking at Cui Ming.