Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,He suddenly rushed over, knelt on the ground and cried to Chonglin, "Please, save my grandfather!",He glanced back at the child, hesitated for a moment, and said in a soft voice: "We don't need to hold a wake. Just renovate my mother's grave site for me. That's how I show filial piety."。