The night, quietly arrived, it was the middle of the night, and Lin'an City had already shed the hustle and bustle of the day, merging into the silence of the night. The once noisy city was now immersed in a neon-lit night, with a serene feeling of tranquility, giving people a sense of peace.
At this moment, in Yixian Public Cemetery, Lu Yu, dressed in a black suit, placed a large bouquet of flowers in front of his parents' tombstone.
At the same time, he respectfully placed an incense burner, inserted three lit sticks of incense into it, slowly knelt down, kowtowed a few times, and slowly began to speak in a deep voice, "Father, Mother, your unfilial son Lu Yu has come to see you!"
Lu Yu's voice was low, tinged with a hint of pain.
Even though five years had passed, seeing his parents' tombstone still stirred up waves of sorrow in Lu Yu's heart.
