Now let's say that Zi Qi is holding Shen Xinyi's corpse, his eyes are cold like eternal ice. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe morning light was dappled from the leaves, and it was messy and full of children, but it did not bring her a shallow warmth.

The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the sad do not sleep. It is difficult to know that the fragrant leaves of Xinyi are rare.

"Mother!" Suddenly, Ziqi looked up and sighed, a misty smile cracked at the corner of his lips.

Ziqi carefully placed Shen Xinyi's body on the ground, and dragged his weak body to staggered up. His knees, which had not moved for a long time, made a crackling sound, and he took two steps forward tremblingly, and was restrained by the shackles at his ankles, and fell to the ground again.

Ziqi clenched his fists with his hands, pounding the humus and mud in the forest heavily, and the heavy shackles were like boulders, heavily suppressing Ziji's weak body, and ruthlessly restricting all of Ziji's actions. The hunger, cold, and rush of the past few days had exhausted all the strength of the child, so she had to crawl on her knees and move slowly through the forest with the strength of her elbow.

The soil is wrapped in the morning dew, and the child period is wrapped like a ball of mud. She was as sore as a fire, if it weren't for the support of the obsession hanging high in her heart, she would have been overwhelmed by this series of sorrows. But even so, the sub-period is still stubborn. She carefully glanced at the surrounding woodland, trying to choose a clean place for Shen Xinyi, so as to fulfill her last bit of filial piety as a child.

But autumn has arrived, and all the flowers have been scattered, and even the smallest wildflowers that are most common in the mountains have been lost. After all kinds of choices, the child only found a lush sycamore in the forest. The golden-colored leaves of the sycamore trees drooped from the branches and spread densely all over the ground.

Ziqi looked up at the thick body of the tree, and the corners of his lips raised lightly: "As the old saying goes, the sycamore is a male tree, and the tung tree is a female tree, with the same elder and the same elder, and with the same life and death." Mother, you must like it here. ”

The voice was about to fall, as if a gust of wind drifted leisurely, disturbing the thin leaves of the sycamore between the branches, and the rustling sound slowly poured out, as if murmuring, as if sighing.

"The phoenix is singing, and it is in the high post. The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun. Ziqi chanted softly, knelt down respectfully, she grabbed the ground with her head, slowly made a big salute, and said respectfully: "Planting the tung leads the phoenix to soar for nine days, and the Xinyi flowers fall to the king." May the king of the sycamore tree lead the phoenix to come, and invite the old man to ride the crane. ”

With that, Ziqi used her hands as a shovel, desperately picking at the dirt in front of her, the dead branches pierced her delicate fingertips, and the gravel broke her smooth nails. The heavy shackles on her wrists rattled under her movements. Blood flowed out of her fingertips, gradually dyeing all her palms red, and even the thin leaves of the sycamore mixed in the mud were stained with blood red.

The sub-period dug a pit without knowing the hard work and suffering, and it was only at the setting of the sun that the sub-period dug a shallow pit that could be used to place Shen Xinyi.

At that time, Ziji's hands were already blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't see the slightest trace of his original appearance. Ziqi stared blankly at the dirt pit in front of him, silent. It's been a long time, and the child period trembled and took out half a piece of coarse grain cake from her bosom, which she carefully hid for Shen Xinyi the night before, preparing for Shen Xinyi's body to be used for her stomach. But who knew that it would take less than one night, and the two would be separated forever, and there would be no time for each other to see each other again.

Ziqi clenched his hands and swallowed the coarse grain cake in his hand with blood. Today, it's not the same as it used to be. Ziqi knows that only by living can there be a chance for revenge. Ziji forced himself to swallow one bite after another, and the tiny stones mixed in the cake grinded Ziji's delicate throat again and again, painful as a bone.

Finally, Ziqi swallowed the last bit of bread in his mouth with difficulty, and before he could slow down his spirits, he slowly moved back to Shen Xinyi's side. Ziji found the hard stone he had just chosen, and struck the shackles on his wrist on the boulder beside him. Fortunately, the iron shackles have been used for a long time, and a thick layer of rust has grown at the joints, which have long been fragile. After a few moments of hard beating, the child disconnected from the rusty joint, and could no longer be used.

In this way, Ziqi gasped for breath twice, rested for a long time, and then picked up the stone again and hit the shackles on his body fiercely. It wasn't until the middle of the moon that the child period removed all the shackles on himself and Shen Xinyi.

The old custom of "the dead are great, and the earth is safe" in the sub-period, and he couldn't bear Shen Xinyi's body to be destroyed by the wind and rain again. So even if the child collapsed to the ground weakly, he was not allowed to rest for a moment. She looked sideways at Shen Xinyi's body parked beside her, biting her lower lip desperately to prevent herself from falling asleep.

When Ziqi vomited the last bit of turbidity in his chest, he gritted his teeth, carried Shen Xinyi's body to the side of the shallow pit, and carefully put her into the pit.

"Mother, this life is over, and the next life is peaceful." Ziqi raised his hand to brush Shen Xinyi's messy hair between his sideburns, glanced at his mother deeply with affection, and then covered Shen Xinyi's face with the rags torn from his underwear coat.

Zi Qi filled the soil little by little, pressed a circle of fine gravel around the mound, and used all his strength to raise a low small grave for Shen Xinyi.

Without a tombstone, it is a lonely soul. The child had to break a handful of dead branches from the side and insert them in Shen Xinyi's grave.

Seeing that everything was over, Zi Qi ripped off the clothes on his body, wrapped his flesh and blood ten fingers at will, and carefully sorted out his clothes and face, before he knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed to Shen Xinyi a few times.

"From now on, there will be no more children in the world." Zi Qi grabbed the ground with his head, let the tears in his eyes fall into the dust, and he could no longer find a trace. With that, Ziqi staggered up with a branch on the side, and left this sad place without looking back.

The long road of escort has long figured out the character of the errand leader. After she and Shen Xinyi rolled down the ravine, no one came to look for them for a long time, and they had already pointed out the attitude of the errand leader. I'm afraid that by this time, she has already removed her name from the head of the errand. At this moment, in the eyes of the world, the child is already a dead person. A bold decision popped up in her heart.

With her mind set up, she no longer hesitated, she supported her scarred body and slowly embarked on the road back to Beijing.

Needless to say, if it weren't for the fact that he had to meet a medicine collector in the mountains halfway through the sub-period, he would have lost his life. and was taken in by the kindness of the medicine picker, and the child would have to work in his place for nearly half a year before he could walk on the ground.

Zi looked forward to his body getting better, and politely declined the silver taels given by the medicine picker. After thanking the medicine picker for his great kindness, he disguised himself again and went straight to Shengjing.

As for what stories will be after the sub-period, I will listen to the details later.