Liu Sisi stepped forward slowly and gently tugged at her sleeve.
"Don't cry anymore. We should go now."
Ms. Zhao still wailed, but there were no tears on her face.
"I said, it's time to leave. You don't want to stay here and miss the hour. If you want to accompany father, tomorrow I can have someone build a hut next to it so you can keep him company every day." At this time, many filial children had the custom of building a hut to guard the tomb for three years.
The three years of mourning here are not the modern three years, but the 25 months of the lunar calendar, equivalent to two modern years.
As for Ms. Zhao, Liu Sisi really couldn't express her feelings, whether to say that she deserved it or that her loved one was not human.
"No! I'm not going, I want to stay here with him, I'm not going!"
Ms. Zhao stubbornly held onto Elderly Mr. Di's tombstone, refusing to let go.