"It seems your grandfather just has a couple of days left. Let him go peacefully."
Mo Jingchun turned his head to look at the direction from which the crying was coming, shook his head, and said, "Uncle, I'm not a child anymore."
"I can still tell what can be said and what can't."
Zhou Xing, holding a cigarette, nodded and said, "That's the way it is, that's the way it is."
In the next second, Zhou Xing spoke again, "My brother and I still want to ask if you have any suggestions."
To the disappointment of the Zhou brothers, Mo Jingchun shook his head and said:
"Uncle, I have no suggestions. Just follow the old traditions, or rather, that is my suggestion."
"You and your brother surely know grandpa's temperament better than I do. Grandpa liked tradition; otherwise, he wouldn't have been an Incense Master for so many years."
"Okay, my brother and I will discuss it. You go in and see the old man first."
