Era: The naive beauty charmed the villain!

After scaring Xu Fengjuan away, Lin An'an hid in the house and laughed for a while.

This man is usually quiet and unassuming; I never expected him to have this skill.

With his outstanding acting skills, even if he doesn't win Best Actor, he'll probably at least get a nomination.

Seeing his wife smiling broadly, Gu Qingsong also smiled.

After laughing, before it got dark, Gu Qingsong did one last check of the things he would need for the evening's worship ceremony.

Lin An'an laughed to her heart's content in the room until her stomach ached so much that she couldn't breathe.

"Brother Qingsong, shall we go at midnight like last time?"

Lin An'an walked out of the room and saw Gu Qingsong closing the courtyard gate and tidying up his things. She stood aside and asked.

Gu Qingsong nodded and said, "Yes, we'll go quietly later and tell Grandpa and the others the good news before we come back."

Lin An'an pursed her lips and said nothing.

These days, when even paying respects to relatives have to be done secretly, won't last much longer. In a few more years, we'll be able to fully open up to the world.

Since they planned to go out in the early morning, Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an finished washing up and went to bed soon after dark.

"Honey, go to sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time," Gu Qingsong said softly, tucking the blanket around Lin An'an.

Lin An'an obediently lay in the quilt, responded, and closed her eyes.

Although they didn't have an alarm clock, she trusted Gu Qingsong's sense of time completely.

Gu Qingsong didn't know how he did it; it was as if there was a precise clock inside his body.

He usually relies on the sky to tell the time, but even when he's asleep, Gu Qingsong will automatically wake up at the exact time.

In Lin An'an's mind, this was practically comparable to a superpower.

With Gu Qingsong's assurance, Lin An'an slept soundly and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Gu Qingsong turned his head to look at his wife's adorable sleeping face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, his eyes full of doting and tenderness.

He reached out and gently stroked Lin An'an's cheek, feeling her warm body temperature and soft touch, and a sense of peace settled in his heart.

Gu Qingsong closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth and tranquility, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Gu Qingsong woke up on time in the early morning.

At this moment, the village was completely silent, and the people who had worked hard all day were already immersed in a deep sleep.

A few barks from afar broke the stillness of the night, but the silence quickly returned.

Suddenly, a door creaked open, and two dark figures, one tall and one short, quietly stepped out.

Under the moonlight, one could vaguely make out a tall man and a petite girl walking quietly, as if afraid of waking the neighbors.

The man was Gu Qingsong. His steps were light and steady. While carrying food and offerings, he also made sure to keep an eye on his wife.

Following behind Gu Qingsong was Lin An'an.

Lin An'an followed closely behind Gu Qingsong, carrying a small bamboo basket filled with fruit.

Although he has rarely visited his family's graves over the years, Gu Qingsong knows the way to the graves even with his eyes closed.

When they came back this time, Gu Qingsong only planned to go to his grandfather's grave to inform him. As for his father and grandmother, he would have to trouble his grandfather to make the trip to inform them.

After all, going up the mountain too often would attract too much attention. Over the years, Gu Qingsong has tried to visit his father and grandmother as little as possible in order to protect their burial place.

Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an didn't speak a word the whole way, just kept their heads down and walked forward.

Fortunately, the village itself is not very big, and although Grandpa Gu's grave is remote, it is not far away.

The two quickly arrived at their destination for the night.

Gu Qingsong arranged all the prepared items in front of his grandfather's grave, and then poured a glass of his grandfather's favorite wine.

Gu Qingsong stood calmly in front, looking at the small mound where his loved ones were buried.

Lin An'an knew that Gu Qingsong must have a lot to say to her grandfather, but she didn't expect that when they actually arrived at her grandfather's grave, the man would fall silent.

He stood there quietly, gazing at the small mound of earth in front of him.

Years have passed, and the mound is now overgrown with weeds.

In order to avoid attracting attention and prevent anyone from realizing that they had come here to pay their respects to Grandpa Gu, Gu Qingsong was not even allowed to help with the cleaning.

Not to mention tombstones.

In the chaos of that time, no tombstone was erected in front of Grandpa Gu's grave.

It's not appropriate to erect a monument for my grandfather now; we'll have to find a more suitable opportunity later.

A gentle breeze rustled through the resilient weeds.

All around was quiet; even the birds were asleep.

Time passed second by second, and Gu Qingsong remained silent. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak.

Perhaps, the words in Gu Qingsong's heart were too heavy to be expressed in words.

Perhaps he needs more time to sort out his thoughts or find a suitable way to express his feelings.

Lin An'an knows that everyone has their own way of communicating with the deceased.

Some people like to confide in others, while others prefer to cherish memories silently.

Gu Qingsong chose the latter, perhaps because this was the best way to release his inner pain and longing.

Lin An'an decided to give him some time to process these emotions on his own.

She didn't disturb Gu Qingsong, but stood quietly to the side, keeping him company without saying a word.