On New Year's Day, after breakfast, a continuous stream of people came to the Ning household to give New Year greetings.
Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue weren't familiar with these people and didn't enjoy socializing, so they told the elders at home they wanted to go out for a stroll.
The place they ended up strolling to was the cemetery in the suburbs.
On New Year's Day, many people came to the suburban cemetery to offer sacrifices.
Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue were carrying flowers, holding paper money, and carrying a fruit basket, walking among the mountains, without feeling out of place.
The day was gloomy and indeed cold.
"I wonder if it will snow later." Ning Youguang looked up at the cemetery, which appeared even more eerie under the overcast sky.
"Let's move a bit faster." Shi Wangyue's hands were full.
