But Su Changsheng just doesn't believe it.
"Xiao San," he leaned back on the backseat of the car, speaking to his grandson driving in the front, "there's something fishy about this. No matter how I think about it, this whole thing feels too coincidental."
Coincidental?
Isn't it you who just refuse to believe the truth?
But Su Xiaosan doesn't dare to say that.
"Why do you say that, Grandpa?" The correct way for the good grandson to start.
"Intuition." Just after Mr. Su finished speaking, he received an eye-roll from his grandson.
Looks like the old man won't be satisfied even when he's seen Grandma's grave; he still believes Grandma isn't gone.
However, he also seems to find something strange.
As for why it's strange, Su Ziqiao can't quite put his finger on it for the moment.
"Don't you find that man a bit strange?" said Mr. Su. "He doesn't seem like a farmer at all."
Yet, his clothes and dwelling are all in the rural style.
