"No need, it's very good here!" Ling Yiran said quickly. The cemetery he chose for her mother was a separate place in the cemetery, not in a row with the tombs of others.

If we want to describe it as a house, if the rows of tombs lined up are apartments, then the tomb he chose now is like a villa.

It is an independent small space with a row of trees planted around it, a few meters away from the front of the tomb, and even stone tables and stone chairs made of stones, so that the tomb sweepers can rest.

"That's good." Yi Jinli said, "Then you put your mother's ashes in."

Ling Yiran nodded, squatted down, and placed his mother's urn in the hole in front of the tombstone for the ashes. Then the workers covered the stone slabs and poured them on cement to seal them.

The staff of the cemetery handed over a contract to Ling Yiran, which was signed for the cemetery for 50 years at one time.

Ling Yiran saw the above cost, which was a sky-high price. Even before something happened to him, he was afraid that such a cemetery might not be able to afford it.

"Mr. Yi has paid all the fees. Miss Ling, you only need to sign here." said the staff at the cemetery.

Ling Yiran knew that he owed Yi Jinli another favor.

After biting her lips slightly, she signed her name with a pen. After all, this is not the time when she is worried about her only self-esteem.

When the staff and workers of the cemetery left, Yi Jinli asked Gao Congming to take out the incense and candles, as well as the fruits and food for worship.

"You haven't worshipped your mother today, so why not worship now." He squatted down and placed the candles and food and fruits with his own hands. Then he took out a lighter to light the candle, and finally lit a cluster of incense, and then handed her three incense sticks.

Ling Yiran took the incense and stared at the tombstone in front of her. Her mother was now sleeping here, and her heart finally settled down.

Even if her mother has passed away, she seems to have a place to sleep for her mother, and she seems to have some spiritual support.

Ling Yiran bent down respectfully at the tombstone and bowed three times, keeping all his longing for his mother in his heart.

"Mom, I will come to see you again this year's Winter Solstice. Every day from now on, I will come and will not let you wait for nothing anymore." Ling Yiran murmured, "Mom, if you really have a spirit in the sky, I will bless me to find out the truth about the car accident that year. One day I can really be sad and sad."

When Yi Jinli, who was standing beside him, his eyes couldn't help but look deeper when he heard Ling Yiran's second half of the sentence. His hands holding Xiang trembled slightly without notice.

When Ling Yiran inserted these three incense sticks in front of his mother's tomb, Yi Jinli also held the incense and bowed three times to Ling Yiran's mother's tombstone.

This scene surprised Gao Congming and several bodyguards who were still in front of the tomb.

This... Ye Yi is burning incense and bowing to Miss Ling's mother? Even if the dead are the most important, but... Ye Yi, how many people can bow to him in Shenzhen?

Ling Yiran also looked at Yi Jinli with a look of surprise. Obviously, she didn't expect that Yi Jinli would burn incense to her mother and bow, "You..." she said authentically.

"Since she is your mother, sister, I should naturally give her some incense." Yi Jinli said, squatted down and inserted the incense in front of the tombstone.

If there were no such woman, then there would be no such thing as her in this world.

And he wouldn't know that there is a person in this world who wants so much!

Ling Yiran felt that at this moment, she felt like a feeling that she could not describe. The moonlight fell on him, as if he had covered his body with a layer of silver gauze.
Chapter completed!