"Old man, I've come to see you..." Looking at the somewhat lonely grave in front of him, Liu Hun slowly walked forward, murmuring softly in his heart.
He lit some incense, burned some paper, and then Liu Hun opened a bottle of sorghum wine and gently poured it in front of the grave.
In his previous life, the old man's favorite drink was sorghum wine. To this day, Liu Hun clearly remembers the old man once said: In this world, only wine made from sorghum truly has the best aroma.
At that time, Liu Hun used to mock the old man for not being able to afford high-end alcohol, telling him not to pretend to be what he was not; the result was a heavy scolding in return.
Liu Hun used to find this kind of life somewhat annoying, always complaining about why the old man wouldn't let him go down the mountain. It wasn't until now that he realized going down the mountain might not be a good thing; the mundane world is tempting, but how can it compare to this piece of tranquility?
