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.,But as soon as they got up, Lin, who had been kneeling before the tombstone, raised his hand again.,"Mom, my child is unfilial, clamoring at you…" Lin didn't look back, muttering to the tombstone.。