"This cemetery..."

The middle-aged man looked at the tombstone.

Although it is not his family's cemetery, it is the cemetery next to his family's cemetery.

It's just that when he was sweeping the grave before, he never thought about finding out who the "neighbors" in his cemetery were.

They all left directly after sweeping the tomb.

This was the first time he took a serious look at the other person's tombstone.

But then, he frowned slightly.

Is this family too careless?

Why is there so much dust on the tombstone?

Forget about other times, isn’t the Qingming Festival just over?

This family didn't come to visit the grave during Qingming Festival?

The middle-aged man felt a little doubtful in his heart.

He looked at the photo in the center of the tombstone.

It was a picture of a young woman.

A gentle smile.

The eyebrows are gentle.

He is in his prime years.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He lost his life at such a young age. Was it due to a serious illness or an accident?

...

The tomb ghost placed a small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

Then he nodded with satisfaction.

The middle-aged man looked away from the photo on the tombstone. The next second, his eyes paused and said, "Huh?"

He shouted in surprise, "Two small flower baskets?"

Then he smiled bitterly, "So this little flower basket is a tribute?"

"I'm so sorry."

He bent slightly towards the tombstone and said, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry for taking your tribute without permission."

...

The grave ghost took the small flower basket in his hand again and glared at the middle-aged man angrily.

This little flower basket belongs to him!

...

The middle-aged man looked at the flying little flower basket in amazement.

Words cannot.

After a while, he turned to look at the quiet young man beside him, "Classmate Xiao?"

The middle-aged man didn't ask anything yet, but Xiao Xiao already understood what he wanted to know.

"The grave ghost said this little flower basket belongs to him."

"This tombstone does not belong to the owner."

"..."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and then responded dryly, "Oh."

"That's right."

"This little flower basket belongs to the tomb ghost."

He didn't see that after he said these words, the tomb ghost nodded seriously.

...

Xiao Xiao couldn't help laughing.

"The two little flower baskets are exactly the same."

The middle-aged man looked at the small flower basket in the air, then looked at the small flower basket in front of the tombstone, and murmured.

The grave ghost looked stunned.

It lowered its eyes and looked at the small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

Of course.
Chapter completed!