Chapter 205

Zhang Fei didn't care about his aching neck. He picked up his rifle and aimed at the direction of the sound.

Wang Yi Mu ran got up, waved his hand, motioned that they should not act rashly, and listened carefully.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang,

Although there was no rhythm, Wang Yi was sure that it was a human voice.

"Zhang Fei and I will have a look. Yang Ze will stay here and watch Li Hu."

Wang Yi whispered, and took the lead in walking towards the miscellaneous woods where the sound came. Zhang Fei grasped his rifle and followed Wang Yi step by step. If he found something abnormal, Zhang Fei was ready to shoot at any time.

As they slowly entered the woods, the sound of the clang became clearer and clearer, until Wang Yi came to the Bush in front of him and saw that the slender figure was digging something on the ground with a dagger in his hand.

"Brother Yi, it's xiaoxiangya!"

Zhang Fei saw the figure and immediately exclaimed, but he did not interrupt xiaoxiangya.

Although there was still some distance, Wang Yi saw xiaoxiangya's mountaineering bag at a glance, because it was too obvious. The gray black in the open bag mouth should be the poor child's ashes.

Beckoning Zhang Fei back, Wang Yi came out of the woods and walked slowly behind xiaoxiangya.

"When did you come here?"

Wang Yi's deep voice made Xiaoxiang Ya's thin body pause.

"Before the sun rises."

With a weak voice, xiaoxiangya didn't stop her hand. It seemed that she felt that the speed of digging the dagger was too slow. Xiaoxiangya put the dagger aside and dug it in the earth pit which had been broken.

The mud mixed with blood, was held out by xiaoxiangya, the wound on the finger did not affect xiaoxiangya's movement, even did not frown, as if the hands were not his own.

Wang Yi looked at the moving figure and sighed from the bottom of his heart. No matter what, this woman is a mother after all.

Taking off his camouflage clothes, Wang Yi walked into the shallow pit with his strong muscles naked.

"Take a break and let me do it."

Regardless of xiaoxiangya's expression, he pushed xiaoxiangya aside. Wang Yi also held the soil with his hands.

One by one, bit by bit.

The rough palm took away the wet soil. After a while, a pit nearly one meter deep was dug out by Wang Yi.

During this period, xiaoxiangya had no action, sitting beside the pit, with a touch of sadness in her eyes, moving with the figure of Wang Yi.

"Well, give me... Her."

Wang Yi wiped the sweat on his forehead and stretched out his arm to xiaoxiangya. The earth pit was constantly excavated by Wang Yi, which was enough to bury the small climbing bag.

"Thank you."

Xiaoxiangya looked at Wang Yi's hand covered with mud. Tears burst into her eyes in an instant. She whispered her thanks and held the mountaineering bag in her arms, whimpering constantly.

"Child, Wuwu... Mom, mom can't accompany you... You must be happy in heaven in the future."

Speaking of the back, xiaoxiangya couldn't go on. She held the climbing bag tightly in her arms and kept wailing.

Wang Yi's face was happy and carefree. He looked at the woman who was about to collapse peacefully. Tears had gathered into a river, interwoven with the gray black soil on his face.

It's not about ugliness, it's about endless maternal love.

But what can Wang Yi do now? Give the poor mother a strong arm, or coldly say to her, "your child is dead, it's no use crying, this is the fact, facing the next life, is what you should do."

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Wang Yi had no choice. Wang Yi knew that the mountaineering bag full of ashes could be buried in soil, but maternal love could not be stopped by anything in the world.

Cry hoarse, voice has been hoarse, eyes have been red, tears, also have run out.

Xiaoxiangya stops crying, reaches out her hand and wipes it on her face. She wants to wipe away the residual tears, but brings the soil on her hand to her face.

"Wang, Wang Yi, please bury her. She is afraid of cold, she is afraid of loneliness."

Xiaoxiangya handed the climbing bag in her arms to Wang Yi, but she tugged hard and didn't dare to let go.

How could Wang Yi not know that she was afraid that once she was buried, she would not meet her all her life.

There is only one word difference between parting and farewell, but the result is totally different.

Since farewell can't be changed, Wang Yi has to be a villain.

Breaking off his pale fingers, Wang Yi, regardless of xiaoxiangyu's cry, resolutely put the mountaineering bag full of ashes in the pit.

"Bury her. If you don't want your daughter's last trace to disappear in this world, build her home, and don't let her bear the wind and the sun."

Wang Yi grabs xiaoxiangya's damaged shoulder and stares at her dodging eyes.

Until xiaoxiangya nodded slowly, Wang Yi released his hands and left alone.

Zhang Fei and his wife are sitting next to the tent and smoking. When they see Wang Yi coming over with mud, Zhang Fei asks quickly.

"Brother Yi, how did you do that? Xiaoxiangya

Wang Yi shook his head and interrupted Zhang Fei.

"I remember there was a thick wood section in the firewood you brought back yesterday. Go and find it for me."

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what Wang Yi meant, he went to the pile of firewood and tossed it up.

Deep pit has been buried, in addition to the fresh soil is still telling, here once buried a young soul.

Xiaoxiang elegant face expressionless, holding a collection of stones, gently on the soil.

It's a smiling face. It's her favorite pattern.

"Whoa, whoa!

Wang Yi's strong figure separated the bushes, holding a machete in one hand and a log on his shoulder in the other. Wang Yi walked behind xiaoxiangya.

Xiaoxiangya put the last stone in place, smiling face intact, looking back at Wang Yi, sharp chopper and thick log, let xiaoxiangya eyes flash a trace of doubt.

Wang Yi immediately put the round wood on the ground, clenched his machete in both hands, and crossed a dangerous arc in the air.

"Click!

With a crisp sound, the log with thick legs opened, and a heavy chopper passed through the center of the log. Wang Yi bent down to pick up half of the log and asked xiaoxiangya, who was puzzled.

"What's her name?"

Xiaoxiangya also knew what Wang Yi meant at this time. She sighed and said in a quiet voice.

"She, her name is xiaoyinger."

Like xiaoxiangya, her surname is Xiao.

Wang Yi nodded, sharpened the bottom of the half log, and then laid it flat on the ground. With his right hand, he drew out the dagger that Yang Zena wanted. Without hesitation, Wang Yi made a knife in the palm of his left hand.

(the first shift begins!)