The grave is located on a platform about thirty meters above the ground, with several small steps leading up to it.

The tombstone is approximately one and a half meters tall, with a mound about two meters in diameter behind it, surrounded by some trees.

In front of the tombstone are some incense holders, seemingly intended for tourists or descendants to pay their respects.

He stands before his own grave, looking at the names of the descendants on the tombstone.

A touch of sentiment gradually appears in Old Su's eyes.

After gradually adapting to the environment earlier, he had actually asked Xu Yun to check the information on his descendants.

He wasn't sure if it was considered fortunate.

Among his six sons.

Xiaosu Number One and Number Two, due to their advanced age, passed away before the outbreak of the Jingkang Incident.

Lived to the ages of 78 and 74, both died of natural causes in bed.

The remaining Xiaosu Number Four died at the age of 47 at the brothel due to CPU overload.

Aside from that.

Old Su's other three sons and their descendants lived on smoothly to the Southern Song period and managed to proliferate a good number of clan members.

Old Su's bloodline has continued to be passed down to the present day, with branches in Zhenjiang, Tong'an, and even Southern Sichuan.

Truth be told.

This can already be considered a good ending, deserving of the term "flourishing branches and scattered leaves."

After a while.

Old Su reached out to touch the tombstone, his fingers gliding over the rough texture, and suddenly asked:

"Xiaoxu, do you know what the old man was thinking about the night you appeared?"

Xu Yun frankly shook his head:

"I don't know."

Old Su turned around to look at him with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and said:

"At that time, the old man was thinking that he didn't have much time left, probably couldn't live for many more years, and wondered how people would evaluate him after a thousand or hundred years."

"Originally, the old man thought that, even if I weren't compared with Zhang Heng or Gongshu Ban in the history books, at least I would have the fame of Li Daoyuan, wouldn't I?"

After saying this, he sighed and looked at the pathway they came from.

His gaze seemed to want to penetrate through layers of obstructions, locking onto that pair of dog-like... small couple figures:

"As a result, after a thousand or hundred years, there are very few who know of the old man, with even some doubting the authenticity of my works."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But Old Su waved his hand ahead of him, interrupting:

"There's no need to say things like 'only those who truly know can understand how great you are.' That's essentially a malformed theory, just a form of comfort."

"Even though the looks and demeanor of that couple just now aren't the best, the texture of their clothing is quite fine, and they don't have signs of toil, likely representing a couple from a reasonably well-off family."

"What they can represent is the mainstream thinking of ordinary people—'Who is Su Song?'"

After saying this, Old Su suddenly turned around, seriously looking at Xu Yun:

"But fortunately, the old man has now lived a different life, and everything is not the same as before."

"This represents another kind of possibility, a possibility where the old man can prove himself to himself."

"Xiaoxu, back then, I thanked you once, but that was for the common people of the Great Song."

"Now I must thank you again, but this thanks is for myself."

"Thanks to you, the old man no longer has to be like the dry bones under the ground, staring bleakly at the surface in a dark coffin, listening to the doubt of later generations without any way to explain."

Then he paused for a moment, shifting his tone, and continued:

"The old man understands, in this day and age, bowing is no longer in fashion, and given your personality, you surely wouldn't be receptive to it."

"However, today the old man heard there is a song 'Let Me Say Thank You' that seems to be quite popular on the internet, so...."

"Stop, stop!"

Before Old Su could finish speaking.

Xu Yun quickly grabbed him, cold sweat trickling down his face:

"If you don't want me to end up buried on the spot, then please don't. If you really want to help, you should focus on studying harder, try to work your way into my team sooner, that's way more useful than any thank you...."

"You don't know how catchy that song is, singing it out would really make the reader bash me as a fishing girl...."

And so.

Xu Yun persistently persuaded Old Su for several minutes before finally dispelling Old Su's notion.

And just as the two were conversing.

Seven or eight middle-aged people suddenly appeared not far behind them.

These people, both men, and women, looked somewhat travel-worn.

As they approached.

The leader, a chubby man, proactively stepped forward, smiling as he asked Xu Yun and Old Su:

"Two young fellows, may I ask, are you here for sightseeing or worship?"

Xu Yun glanced at the other people who were taking things out, without replying to him, but instead asked:

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

The chubby man took out a business card from his body, handed it to Xu Yun, and explained:

"It's like this, we're from the Zhenjiang Su Family Ancestral Association, and I'm the director, Su Hua."

"Isn't today December 10th, which happens to be the birthday of our Su ancestor, Su Song."

"Although our clan's main ancestral worship site is in Tong'an, Min Province, since Zhenjiang is the resting place of Su Zu, we also organized some representatives to come for a visit."

"If you two are tourists, we ask for your understanding in moving to another spot for a while."

"If you are Su Family members from out of town, you are welcome to join us in worshipping Su Zu, after all, we share the same roots."

Xu Yun nodded in understanding.

Then he glanced at Old Su, intending to speak before leaving.

But he saw Old Su take a step forward, pulling out his ID card and handing it to Su Hua:

"I am also a descendant of the Su Family here to worship my ancestors. Here's my ID card."

Su Hua took the ID card, looked at it for a few seconds, and immediately raised his eyebrows: