Su Shu nodded at the words, "Yes, you become like the person you marry. Auntie, don't cry. Mom is watching from the other side, and if you're upset, that will make her upset too. We are a family, and no matter where we go, we are a family. We all need to be happy and move forward together."
"Indeed, Mom, Cousin Zhan is right, let's stop crying. Otherwise, Auntie will feel even worse seeing us like this," Zhan Yue said as she wiped away her mother's tears.
"Okay, no crying, no more tears."
Everyone sat together in front of Mother Song's grave for a while, wanting to keep her company a bit longer.
Tang Husheng chattered away to his wife about various things that had happened at home, Su Shu found the old man's "complaints" endearing.
Because those "complaints" were about seventy or eighty percent related to his son, Tang Zelin; they were either about not listening to his father or running wild outside all the time.
