Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough.
Right after they finished eating here, someone outside started calling.
"Qin Ye, Qin Ye, we are here..."
Qin Ye immediately stood up and walked outside.
Mr. Qin also said to Luo Cheng, "Let’s go out and see."
He turned his head and looked at Madam Rong and Wenming, "Uncle, aunt, we’ll head out first. You should sleep early tonight, don’t wait up for us. Just keep a room for me and Luo Cheng. If there are no spare rooms, then we’ll squeeze in with Qin Yu."
Qin Yu, who was about to stand up and follow, wondered...
Why was it always him getting hurt?
He didn’t seem to like sharing a room with strangers.
Fortunately, Madam Rong spoke up in time, "There’s a spare room, I’ve prepared it for you already."
Mr. Qin smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, aunt. Then tonight, I’ll sleep in one room and let Luo Cheng sleep with Qin Yu."
Qin Yu:...?
He thought he had escaped a disaster, but it seemed he hadn’t after all.
He watched the two of them leave and was just about to follow.
However, he was stopped by Rong Yan, who grabbed the collar of his back, "Where are you going?"
Qin Yu: "I, I’m also going up the mountain to help out."
Upon hearing this, Madam Rong’s attention immediately shifted to him, "Oh dear, you’re still a child, what help can you provide? Go to bed early tonight. Those... leave them to your brother and the others."
Children have fragile fates, what if something influences him?
Qin Yu bit his lip, "My brother also said that they would cremate our parents’ ashes... I want to go and see."
Hearing this, Madam Rong couldn’t stop him.
Who could obstruct a son’s filial piety?
But letting him go up the mountain in the middle of the night to watch them dig graves seemed completely inappropriate.
What if he got scared?
So, she looked up at her daughter, hoping her daughter’s quick wit would stop him.
After all, Yu seemed to really listen to his sister-in-law.
Upon receiving her mother’s look, Rong Yan made an ’OK’ gesture with her hand.
Then she looked at Qin Yu, "Then later, I’ll take you there."
Qin Yu’s eyes instantly lit up.
Madam Rong was nearly angered into a heart attack.
She meant for her to help persuade him, not to accompany him as a spectator.
"Mum, he wants as a son to see his parents off on their final journey, we can’t stop such filial piety, and I’ll be there, nothing will happen to him."
Madam Rong:...
Exactly because you’ll be there, she felt even less certain.
At this moment, Wenming spoke up, "Don’t stop him, since Yu wants to go, let Yanyan accompany him. But..."
He turned his head towards his daughter, "Be back early."
Madam Rong nodded with a smile, "Got it."
As soon as she responded, a faint voice said, "I, I also want to go."
This time Rong Yan refused, "It’s dark outside, and it’s slippery. It’s not safe to walk. Meizi, just stay at home... Your parents know your heart, and they will feel it from heaven, there’s no need to go specifically."
Qin Mei blinked, "Really?"
Rong Yan patted her hair, "Of course it’s true. Big sister-in-law wouldn’t lie to her sister-in-law."
Madam Rong:...
Right, you don’t lie to your sister-in-law, because you lie to children.
She should just go and wash the dishes!
Qin Yu and Qin Mei wanted to help, but Madam Rong refused. She was idle every day, just cooking and washing dishes, no need to have the siblings help.
Seeing there was nothing for her to do, Rong Yan prepared to go back inside.
Qin Yu quickly followed, "Big sister-in-law, when are we going?"
Rong Yan glared at him, "What’s the rush? Let’s wait until they’ve dug for a while."
"When will that be? We don’t know."
Rong Yan, seeing his insistent expression, felt she needed to give him a definite answer, otherwise the boy would keep pestering her.
So she threw out a time to him, "We’ll go after an hour."
The Qin remembered this time.
Rong Yan remembered something else and added, "Once we get there, that’s your filial piety. We’ll stay for about ten minutes and then head back. Later, when the ashes are transferred to Jing City for burial, you can be involved throughout."
She still had to consider this thirteen-year-old boy’s psychological impact.


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