Chapter 1165: The Fortune Teller Was Making Things up Again

“I can’t go?” Xi Xi asked as she pointed at herself. She looked extremely surprised.

He Xiyan looked at the fortune teller, Mr. w.a.n.g, in confusion and with a deep frown.

“Sir, why can’t my daughter go?” she asked.

She knew that children under five years of age whose luck cycle had not formed could not visit coffins but her daughter was almost 11 years old.

Mr. w.a.n.g’s brows creased as he looked at Xi Xi who stood beside him. He stared at her for some time before he finally turned to face He Xiyan.

“Her yin-energy is very strong and her fate is at odds with the Seven Killings. A place of burial is also a place with very strong yin-energy. If she goes there, she would attract bad luck and bring about bloodshed,” Mr. w.a.n.g enunciated each word clearly as though he was delivering a warning.

Xi Xi wasn’t too bothered by his words. She chuckled, looked at her brother and smacked her brother’s arm. Then, she sidled up to him and said softly, “Did you hear that? Bro… he’s making things up again!”

Xi Xi did not believe the fortune teller’s words. Moreover, there was nothing negative about her, and she was a cheerful and bright girl.

He Xiyan nodded and said politely, “Very well. Thanks for the warning. I will not bring my daughter to the graveyard tomorrow.”

Although she thought that the fortune teller’s words were strange, she would rather err on the side of caution and take his warning seriously.

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He Xiyan brought her two children to stay at her uncle’s place. The next morning, she rose at 6 AM, had breakfast, and went to her parents’ graves.

Her parents were buried on the hill behind her childhood home. It was a simple grave and it was marked by a tombstone that wasn’t very big.

She would come to their graves every year during the Tomb Sweeping Festivals to pay her respects.

One year had pa.s.sed since she had last been back and weeds had grown all around her parents’ graves. The men hired by the funeral services company took several hours to get rid of all the weeds.

A simple ceremony had to be performed before they could s.h.i.+ft her parents’ place of burial.

The men from the funeral services company had come prepared with the firecrackers, joss paper, wine, meat, a rooster and a hen.

After these items needed for the ceremony were laid out on the altar. He Xiyan led Yuan Yuan to kneel in front of the graves.

They had changed into black outfits.

“Yuan Yuan, remember to remain silent,” she said as she patted her son’s back. The relatives of the dead would have to pay their respects by kneeling for some time before their graves could be opened.

Yuan Yuan nodded. This was his first time going through such a ceremony. His paternal grandparents had also pa.s.sed away many years ago but they had both been cremated. Ye City didn’t have such a custom either.

When in Rome, they would have to do as the Romans do, so Yuan Yuan knew he shouldn’t judge their customs.

The ceremony lasted 15 minutes.

He Xiyan placed her hands on the ground and slowly lowered her head.

Her eyes quickly brimmed with tears and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her childhood memories came flooding back and each scene played in her mind’s eye like something out of a movie. She recalled how her parents used to look when they were younger: the small dimples her dad had when he smiled and her mother’s soft and gentle voice. She also remembered how they lived happily as a family of three even though they weren’t doing well financially.

Her parents’ greatest wish had been for her to enter a good university, get a good job, and marry a man she loved to form a happy family unit.

She would never forget how her parents spent their hard-earned savings acc.u.mulated over twenty years to buy a house in the school district in order for her to enter a better school. She would always remember how her parents did not buy new clothes for themselves for three years in order to save money so that they could hire a better tutor to teach her how to draw.