Chapter 600 Xian Yan and Xi Yan_1

"Before you pick up Yan Yan, go to the Chenghuang Temple and buy some offerings."

"Okay."

"Right, don't buy any paper figures, especially not females!"

Although your father had died nineteen years ago, the thought that your mother could still be so jealous made you chuckle, but at the same time, you felt a deeper sense of melancholy.

Sweeping tombs during Qingming is a Chinese tradition, as well as the day for descendants to mourn their ancestors.

Words like father, dad, and papa were very vague and unfamiliar to you, even though as a child you often asked your mother why you didn't have a father, leading you to feel sentimental and sad; but as you grew older, you became more concerned about the relatives still alive in this world—one was your mother who often whipped you, and the other was Mother En, deep in the Minnan mountains.