“Xiao Luo, you’re almost twenty, right” Uncle San watched Chen Luo work diligently, his eyes filled with pride.,After finishing the burial, Chen Lao San took out a jar of watered-down cheap liquor from the box behind him and poured it onto the blank tombstone.,Chen Laosan packed up his things, putting the wine bottles and some cheap sacrificial props back in the box, and with Chen Luo, he walked down the mountain.。