They had prepared the incense for the Qingming Festival offerings themselves, along with all the flower baskets.
Even the white chrysanthemums in the baskets had been grown by Qin Yan herself. They were especially beautiful.
When they visited the cemetery again, it did not look like a cemetery at all.
Flowers were in full bloom everywhere, and there were fruit trees on the hillside. Birds chirped as they landed in the cherry trees, making the place quite lively.
Naturally, Qin Yan had planted the flowers in the cemetery. There were Chinese roses, roses, clusters of all sorts of little flowers, and peach blossoms...
In short, at first glance, the place did not look like a burial ground at all. It looked more like a garden.
There were also people specifically tasked with tending it, so the surroundings were lovely, without any of the gloom a cemetery ought to have.
"Your grandmother and mother would definitely be happy to see this."
"They loved beautiful flowers when they were alive."
Qin Yan placed the basket of white chrysanthemums before the headstone.
Together with her grandfather and uncles, she burned incense, paper money, and gold ingots folded from gold paper.
Her little mouth murmured away, without the reserve and sadness of her first visit.
She still missed them, of course.
The Fu Family was taking very good care of Qin Yan now. Although she was not as mischievous as children from ordinary families, she had grown much bolder. She no longer hid at the slightest thing or looked as timid as she had at first.
"Grandma, Mom, I'm doing really well now."
"Grandpa really, really likes me, and so do my uncles..."
"I have lots of little friends too. Meimei is an important part of our family, and Jinbao can turn really big..."