The icy rain flowed down Han Xin's sturdy arms, and the sluggish shovel was kicked down again and again by him with his right foot, digging continuously in the muddy ground.

Han Xin held a shovel in his hand, and had been turning over the muddy land for more than two hours, and only then did he barely dig a huge pit that could allow the dead people in this village to settle down.

There were no living people in the village, and as I had already said, the miserable scene was unbearable to look at.

The despicable and cruel dirty and obscene methods of the Japanese aggressors can be imagined.

In a village, hundreds of people were brutally murdered at home, mercilessly persecuted in the middle of the road, and some were directly gathered together to carry out a tragic massacre.

Some of the people's houses were also bombarded and fell, while others simply suffered a fire and burned only their shells.

In addition, just to collect the corpses of the villagers, Han Xin spent more than three hours.

Yang Yiling held an umbrella for Han Xin, but under the heavy rain, this small oil-paper umbrella was simply dispensable.

It didn't take long for both of them to become soup chickens, but the delicate Yang Yiling gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, just quietly accompanying Han Xin, who was immersed in grief.

Until 12 noon, the sky was still dark, and Han Xin finally collected the corpses of the villagers and buried them in the muddy soil.

The large grave bag, with a striking wooden plaque standing on it, the text: 275 compatriots in the nameless village died at the hands of the Japanese invaders, and the attachment: Chinese Han Xinli.

Boom!

Han Xin knelt down, and his knees were instantly immersed in the torrential rain that had already submerged the soil.

The cold rain brought him a clear and heavy weight, which was a shock, but also a kind of sadness.

Nanjing Massacre, Han Xin also grieved, but not so unforgettable, some things are like this, only if you have experienced it yourself can you really feel the shock.

The bloody and painful scenes kept flashing in Han Xin's mind, and the thrust that emerged made his hatred of the Japanese invaders reach its peak.

Han Xin resolutely kowtowed, his forehead collided with this deep earth, and he roared with tears: If the Japanese invaders are not removed, how can they be home?

In a hoarse voice, Yang Yiling threw away the oil-paper umbrella, threw herself in front of the man who made her heart sink, and hugged him hard, wanting to bring him a little comfort......

…… The rain has not weakened, the pain has passed, life has to go on, and the struggle still cannot be stopped.

Han Xin is a reasonable person, but he is not against occasional indulgence, and this indulgence should be regarded as a remembrance and mourning for these innocent compatriots.

Han Xin got up gently, shook his body, and pulled Yang Yiling back to the villagers' homes.

has been in the rain for so long, and Yang Yiling has always been with her, which makes Han Xin moved and a little worried about her body at the same time.

Han Xin smashed a few wooden stools in the villagers' homes and lit a bonfire, perhaps because the relationship between the two had been established, or maybe it was the arrogance that existed in Han Xin's personality, he took off all his shirts without seeing anything else, revealing his sturdy body, and then wrung out his coat.

Yang Yiling blushed and said with some anger: "You, what are you doing?" ”

"Of course it's a change of clothes, we don't have a change of clothes, if you don't wring out your clothes, you'll catch a cold!" Han Xin said naturally.

Yang Yiling was stunned, and then her face became more and more red, but fortunately, the room was dim, and it was not particularly obvious to see.

"I ...... You, then how about me? ”

Yang Yiling's sudden question made Han Xin stunned, and even quickly put aside the grief in his heart for the time being.

Oh, yes! He's naturally nothing as a man, but how can a girl be good?

Han Xin thought about it and felt that if Yang Yiling wore soaked clothes for too long, she would definitely catch a cold, so she asked tentatively:

"That'...... We've been like this, hey, you're just going to be like me for a while! I'll help you wring your clothes ......."

"Get out!"

Before the word "dry" could be spoken, Yang Yiling's soaked shoes had been thrown out by her as missiles, and with a sound of anger, Han Xin fled in despair.

As a result...... "You, you closed the door!" ”

"Oh, oh!"

Han Xin closed the wooden door in a hurry, and when he arrived at the courtyard next door, his somewhat impetuous heart was still pounding.

Han Xin was very helpless, what kind of woman he couldn't get in his previous life, and what kind of woman he hadn't seen in his later life.

But the present body of this leading idea, although the peach blossom luck is good, it is a proper emotional intelligence imbecile, if it is not for the fusion of the memories of the three lives, I am afraid that I can't even grasp the beauty in front of me.

But Han Xin also knows that love in this period cannot be rushed, and everything can only wait until the water is completed.

"That's it!"

Just when Han was a little anxious, Yang Yiling's voice suddenly came out of the room, she was afraid that Han Xin's heart would freeze if she left the fire.

Crunch!

Han Xin pushed open the door, and then he was stunned, and his surprise was no less than when he saw the tragic image just now, and even more so.

In front of me, several chairs next to the bonfire were side by side by Yang Yiling, and a thin white sheet, like one that could barely be used in this family, was placed on it evenly.

Under the reflection of the bonfire, Han Xinmeng felt his nose hot...... This slender figure behind a transparent sheet almost made Han Xin "snort", directly turned into a wolf, and then pounced directly.

Han Xin almost exerted his iron will to the extreme, swallowed his spit unconsciously, and said:

"Yi, Yiling, what are you doing?"

Behind the sheets, Yang Yiling's somewhat weak voice came out: "The clothes are too thick, I ...... I can't screw it. ”

"Oh, okay, I'll help you!"

Han Xin took a side look, and sure enough, the clothes that Yang Yiling had taken off were placed in the wooden basin next to him.

The clothes were very simple, and they were indeed very thick, and it took Han Xin some effort to barely wring out seven or eight points of the moisture inside.

But suddenly, Han Xin was stunned, and then couldn't stop looking at the slender figure behind the sheets.

Really ...... No wonder it's so slender and wonderful...... All the clothes I can take off are here.

Han Xin doesn't think he is a saint, and besides, the master has said, "Sex is also sexy!" "Coupled with the memories of later generations, to be honest, he really wasn't conservative.

What's more, in front of him is the love of his life......

Yang Yiling was suddenly a little puzzled, and under the reflection of the firelight, she couldn't see Han Xin's expression clearly through the sheets, she just felt that Han Xin's breathing seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and even quickly filled this silent room.

Lonely men and widows, ambiguous and suddenly born, Yang Yiling suddenly remembered the "shameful things" that her American classmates did that surprised her at first......

"It won't be so embarrassing!"

"Yiling, I can't blame it, it seems to be a matter of course, well, that's it......"

Han Xin jumped into the body, and the two of them melted together tightly in the spring of a night......

(To be continued)