After taking out all the grimy things, Luo Qiu grabbed handfuls of mud and filled up the pit.
Then he stood up.
When You Ye saw this, she fished two bottles of water out from the bags thrown away by the man. Walking to Luo Qiu’s front, she poured water for him to wash his hands and fetched a square handkerchief to wipe them dry.
The man kneeling in front of the tombstone had been making uncountable kowtows. He pressed the stone hard using both of his hands, the muscles in his forearms became swollen but his body couldn’t stop.
The Confucius teachings taught a man to kneel down ahead of Heaven, motherland and his parents. But now, he had to bear the humiliation to kneel in front of a dead man with kowtows. This further deepened his hatred compared to what he had to endure physically.
He tried to hold his body up frantically, using all his might to face his head upward, even gritting his teeth. His face turned bright red as if caused by blood congestion.
