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Zhang Fei ignored his aching neck, picked up his rifle, and aimed in the direction where the voice came from.
Wang Yi got up muranously, waved his hand, signaled the two not to act rashly, and listened carefully.
"Clang, clang, clang,
The sound sometimes disappears, sometimes heavy and sometimes slow. Although there is no rhythm, Wang Yi can be sure that it is the sound made by human beings.
"Zhang Fei and I went to have a look, and Yang Ze stayed here to watch Li Hu."
Wang Yi said something in a low voice, and took the lead to walk towards the miscellaneous forest where the voice came from. Zhang Fei held the rifle tightly in his hand, and followed Wang Yi step by step. If something abnormal happened, Zhang Fei was ready to shoot at any time. .
The two slowly entered the woods, and the clanging sound became more and more clear, until Wang Yi turned to the bushes in front of him, and saw the slender figure digging something on the ground with a dagger in his hand.
"Brother Yi, it's Xiaoxiangya!"
Zhang Fei immediately exclaimed when he saw the figure, but he didn't interrupt Xiao Xiangya who was concentrating on digging.
Although there was still some distance, Wang Yi still saw the mountaineering bag next to Xiao Xiangya at a glance, because the mountaineering bag was too obvious, and the gray and black exposed from the open mouth of the bag should be the ashes of the poor child.
Signaling Zhang Fei to go back, Wang Yi got out of the woods and walked slowly behind Xiao Xiangya.
"When did you come here?"
Wang Yi's deep voice made Xiao Xiangya's thin body pause.
"When the sun hasn't risen yet."
A weak voice came, Xiao Xiangya did not stop the movement of her hands, as if she felt that the speed of digging with the dagger was too slow, Xiao Xiangya put the dagger aside, and put her bare hands in the pit that had already broken through the hard layer on the surface. digging up.
The soil was mixed with blood, and was held out by Xiao Xiangya. The wound on her finger did not affect Xiao Xiangya's movements, and she didn't even frown, as if those hands were not her own.
Wang Yi looked at the figure who kept moving, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. No matter what, this woman is a mother after all.
Taking off the camouflage uniform on his upper body, Wang Yi stepped into the not-deep pit with his strong muscles naked.
"You take a break and let me come."
Regardless of Xiao Xiangya's expression, Wang Yi squeezed Xiao Xiangya aside, and Wang Yi also held the soil bit by bit with both hands.
One handful at a time, one drop at a time.
The rough palms took away the wet soil, and after a while, Wang Yi dug out a deep pit that was nearly as deep as a calf and one meter square.
Xiao Xiangya didn't move during this period, she sat blankly beside the pit, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, she followed Wang Yi's figure.
"Okay, givegive her to me."
Wang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stretched out his arms to Xiaoxiangya. Wang Yi kept digging the pit, which was enough to bury the small mountaineering bag.
"Thanks."
Xiao Xiangya looked at Wang Yi's outstretched hand covered in mud, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, she said thank you in a low voice, hugged the mountaineering bag beside her in her arms, and sobbed continuously.
"Son, woo woo Mom, mom can't accompany you anymore You must be happy in heaven from now on."
Speaking of the latter, Xiao Xiangya couldn't go on talking anymore, she hugged the mountaineering bag tightly in her arms, and kept wailing.
Wang Yi had no joy or worry on his face, and calmly looked at the woman who was about to collapse. Tears had already converged into a river, intertwined with the gray and black dirt on her face.
It has nothing to do with ugliness and beauty, only endless maternal love.
But what can Wang Yi do at this time? Give this poor mother a strong arm, or say to her coldly, "Your child is dead, and it is useless for you to cry. This is a fact. Facing the rest of your life, that is what you should do."
No!
Wang Yi has no choice for either. Wang Yi knows that the mountaineering bag full of ashes can be buried in the mud, but maternal love cannot be stopped by anything in the world.
The cry was hoarse, the voice was hoarse, the eye sockets were red and swollen, and the tears had all flowed out.
Xiao Xiangya stopped crying, stretched out her hand and wiped her face vigorously, trying to wipe away the remaining tears, but brought the dirt on her face.
"Wang, Wang Yi, please bury her well, she is afraid of the cold, she, she is afraid of loneliness."
Xiao Xiangya handed the mountaineering bag in Wang Yi's hands, but she grabbed it hard and dared not let go.
How could Wang Yi not know, she was afraid, fearing that once she was buried, she would be buried for the rest of her life.?will meet her.
Parting, and farewell are only one word away, but the result is completely different.
Since farewell cannot be changed, Wang Yi has no choice but to be a villain.
Breaking away his already pale fingers, Wang Yi ignored Xiaoxiangyu's cries, and resolutely put the mountaineering bag full of ashes in the deep pit.
"Bury her. If you don't want your daughter to be in this world, and the last trace disappear, then build her a home and don't let her suffer from the wind and the sun."
Wang Yi grabbed Xiaoxiangya's damaged shoulder and stared at the eyes that kept dodging.
Until Xiaoxiangya nodded slowly, Wang Yi let go of his hands and left alone.
Zhang Fei and Zhang Fei were sitting beside the tent and smoking boredly. Seeing Wang Yi walking over covered in dirt, Zhang Fei hurriedly asked.
"Brother Yi, how did you do this, that Xiaoxiangya
Wang Yi shook his head and interrupted Zhang Fei.
"I remember that there was a relatively thick piece of wood in the firewood you brought back yesterday. Go and find it for me."
Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. Although he didn't know what Wang Yi meant, he still walked towards the pile of firewood full of doubts and began to churn.
The deep pit has been buried, except for the fresh soil that still tells that a young soul was once buried here.
Xiao Xiangya remained expressionless, holding the collected stones and gently placing them on the soil.
It was a smiling face, her favorite pattern.
"Wow! Huh!
Wang Yi's strong figure separated the bushes, with a machete in one hand and a log on his shoulder with the other, Wang Yi walked behind Xiaoxiangya.
Xiao Xiangya placed the last stone, her smiling face intact, looking back at Wang Yi, the sharp machete and the thick log made Xiao Xiangya's eyes flash with doubt.
Wang Yi immediately stood the log on the ground, clenched the machete with both hands, and drew a dangerous arc in the air.
"Crack!
With a crisp sound, the log as thick as a human leg split open, and a heavy machete passed through the center of the log. Wang Yi bent down to pick up half of the log, and asked Xiao Xiangya who was full of confusion.
"What's her name?"
Xiaoxiangya also knew what Wang Yi meant at this time, sighed and said in a low voice.
"Her, her name is Xiaoyinger."
Like Xiao Xiangya, her surname is Xiao.
Wang Yi nodded, sharpened the bottom of the half of the log, and then laid it flat on the ground. With his right hand, he drew out the dagger that Yang Ze had asked for. Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yi slashed at the palm of his left hand.
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