Wang Hai smiled as he looked at Su Qiao. "You're still young, miss. You have plenty of choices, so there's no need to rush."
Su Qiao's eyes curved into a smile. "Hehe, Uncle Wang, some things are destined by heaven.
When I was little, my master read my fortune. He said the man I marry must be weaker than me, so we can complement each other."
Wang Hai had been wanting to find out more about her for a while. Hearing this, he looked surprised. "You have a master?"
Su Qiao remained perfectly calm. "Yes. I secretly became his disciple when I was little, but unfortunately, he didn't live through those years."
Qiao'er, I think you should go burn a few sticks of incense at that old man's grave and pay your respects.
You've been using his name all this time. You should at least meet him and thank him, right?
Can you even find his grave?
444:...
Actually, I can't.
Those old men who died back then were all alone, and they'd been sent down to the countryside because of their bad class backgrounds. Who would have put up a tombstone for them?
They'd just dig a hole somewhere and bury them. That was that.
Regardless of whether the man was actually dead, it was clear from the girl's answer that she didn't want anyone asking more questions.
Wang Hai didn't press her further. Smiling, he said, "I see. I was wondering why you seemed so different from an ordinary girl."
*
After a simple lunch at the Xiao family home, they agreed to go to the county seat first thing the next morning to handle the transfer paperwork. Then Wang Hai and his son drove away from Banyan Tree Village.
"Dad, I think they're just lying.