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----His mind was still foggy.

It was not until they came down the mountain and entered the house, until he set down the basket and his father saw how absent-minded he looked, that Li Anshan finally came back to his senses after his father gave him a couple of pats.

"Kid, what are you thinking about? Why do you look like such a dumb goose?"

Huh, how had I gotten home? Wasn't I sweeping the graves----oh, I'd finished already?

Only then did the college student vaguely realize that he had already paid respects at all the graves on the mountain along the way.

Though he faintly felt that something was off, as if he had accidentally skipped the step of lighting incense before some grave----

No, it seemed he had seen several wisps of blue smoke curling upward, long incense sticks burning without end----

That wasn't right either----what had he seen again?

----Had I skipped lighting incense?

Yet very quickly, that slight feeling of discomfort faded away as well, and all his impressions and understanding became reasonable once more--

He clearly remembered that he and his father had just returned from sweeping graves on the mountain. Everything seemed just as it had been before.

----There was no problem.

"Looking so dazed, you must've offended the ancestors up there----forget it. Go upstairs and wash up. I'll close the courtyard gate. Unless you have to, don't go out and show your face for now. Stay out of sight from those people outside."

7

Looking at his youngest son, the old father had no idea how many times he had sighed today.

He did not say much else.

After most of the day had passed, it was only after dinner that the college student called both his parents upstairs.

Two bowls had already