Fifteen minutes later, breakfast was finished.

Liang Cheng walked out of the cabin. Chu Pingqiu was half-kneeling on the ground, with a bucket-shaped piece of iron between his feet, and a plastic pipe was erected on the iron sheet, and Chu Pingqiu was using copper wire to fix the plastic pipe and the iron sheet together.

Hearing Liang Cheng come out, Chu Pingqiu raised his head and glanced at Liang Cheng lightly, and then after wrapping the copper wire in his hand twice, he straightened up with the plastic pipe.

"Here's for you." Chu Pingqiu put the things he had just made in front of Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng hesitantly stretched out his hand to take it. In an instant, a heavy weight caused the plastic tube to slide from Liang Cheng's palm to the ground, and Liang Cheng hurriedly stabilized it.

"A makeshift shovel." Chu Pingqiu gently lifted his glasses and explained.

Looking at the strange "shovel" in his hand, an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

"Let's go." Chu Pingqiu leaned down and picked up another improvised "shovel" from the ground, and Zhao Youjing also carried the unconscious Chen Xiaojing out of the cabin.

Liang Cheng stepped back into the dense bushes.

Today's forests are solemn and quiet. The towering and upright ancient trees stretched out their strong arms, like in dark brown suits, silently lined up beside us, watching our steps.

The morning sun was particularly cold under the shade of the foliage, and the heavy shadows hit the roots of these ancient trees buried deep in the shrubs.

The murmur of the night insects, and the chirping of several elongated birds and beasts set off the forest that was not empty. The only colors left around are lush green and rich black, which is probably the unique hue of the funeral in the primeval forest.

The world is silent at this moment, without hatred or sorrow. Weeds and thorns rub against our clothes and whisper mourning.

The branches on both sides of the head seem to converge into a long arch, opening up a path to life for us. Flowers gather at our feet, weaving together into a carpet of light colors, and we are stepping on this carpet.

Chu Pingqiu didn't speak, and Zhao Youyu also remained silent, and the simple shovel shook with our hands.

We walked through the clearing.

Re-entering the forest, after another twenty minutes of walking, we reached the front of the cave.

Zhao Youyu stopped, and we also stood behind him with shovels.

Surrounded by large trees centered on the open space in front of the cave, they wrap around us in a semicircle, like a group of mourners with their heads hanging down, deeply mourning for the hero who has been sleeping in the cave in front of us.

The cave has collapsed, and the entrance to the cave is filled with a mess of broken rocks.

The remains of the python in front of the cave are gone, but on the floor of the cave, the deep pit that the python's head pushed out of when it died is still on the ground.

Chu Pingqiu and Liang Cheng simply exchanged glances, and then began to pick up the shovel and dig deeper into the ground on the foundation of this pit.

The shovel made a soft clatter on the hard earth. The earth cracked into lumps, and the lumps shattered into powder, which was thrown out of the pit with the swing of a shovel.

The pit grew longer, then widened, and finally it was able to accommodate a person's body.

We put down the shovels.

Zhao Youyu glanced at Liang Cheng coldly, put Chen Xiaojing on Liang Cheng's back, and then turned around and walked towards the cave alone.

Liang Cheng and Chu Pingqiu stood quietly at the entrance of the cave, silently watching Zhao Youyu half-kneeling in front of the messy stone pile, moving the rocks away one by one with their hands.

The removal of one rock will lead to the collapse of another rock - just as the departure of one life will affect the sublimation of another life.

Heroes buried deep in the rocks, our companions who once fought side by side.

Chen Qi, who once had a conflict with Liang Cheng and was once judged a threat by Chu Pingqiu, is now a hot-blooded hero who is full of men.

He still deserves the title of hero.

A scorched arm of wreckage appeared in our sight after Zhao Youyu moved away a cracked rock, and Liang Cheng covered his sobbing mouth.

Zhao Youyu also paused, but continued to move the stone covering Chen Qi's body.

This is the person who once hurt Liang Cheng, this is the person who once saved Liang Cheng!

Zhao Youyan gently lifted his body from the rocks, but he hung down weakly and stiffly.

"Are you leaving...... Liang Cheng said silently to Chen Qi's wreckage, "your sister...... Your sister hasn't woken up yet......"

"Do you really want to go......

Zhao Youyu put Chen Qi's body in the dirt pit, and the soil covered his wreckage layer by layer.

Liang Cheng knelt next to the dirt pit, and Chen Xiaojing behind him was still lying quietly on Liang Cheng's back.

"Take care of... Take care of... Sister..."Chen Qi's trembling voice projected in Liang Cheng's mind again, and then turned into a blinding fire.

The last layer of soil was covered, and Chu Pingqiu built a pile of rocks on top of the soil pit.

With our heads hung deeply, we stood beside this improvised mound of earth.

"There are many heroes in the world, some of them are recorded in history, and some of them are unknown." Chu Pingqiu said lightly, "But it doesn't matter whether it is recorded or not. ”

"It's important to have people who remember heroes."

"Even his share will live well."

On the fourteenth day of the midday air crash, there was no rescue.

The coldest thing is the human heart...... But...... Although there are only a few of us to see you off...... Your wish should be fulfilled......

Rest in peace, Chen Qi...... Your sister will definitely take care of it for you......

At noon, the fiery sun is scorching the earth, today is the fourth of July, and the hot summer has arrived.

We sat in the thick shade of the trees at the edge of the bushes, holding Chen Xiaojing in our arms, Liang Cheng's back resting against the shady trunk.

The rocks piled up on Chen Qi's grave reflected the nearly white glare of the sun, and the entire clearing in front of the cave was exposed to the sun, abruptly dividing a line from the surrounding shady trees.

The heat wave is blowing, the summer cicadas are roaring, and the forest is peaceful at noon.

Liang Cheng wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead repeatedly, and the feeling of being hot in midsummer really made Liang Cheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Chu Pingqiu took off his glasses from the bridge of his sweaty nose, wiped them on the cloth in his hand, and after a while, he asked, "Liang Cheng, where is the remains of the python at the entrance of the cave you said?" ”

Liang Cheng raised his head in a daze, looked at Chu Pingqiu and replied, "I don't know either." ”

"The pit we saw in the ground earlier was the one that the python pushed out with its head when it fell." Liang Cheng turned his head and pointed to the open space and explained.

Chu Pingqiu frowned, squinted at the clearing, and kept wiping his glasses in his hands.

"Based on the previous pit beam in the clearing, we can roughly determine the size of the python." Chu Pingqiu said lightly, "But where did its wreckage go?" ”

"Is it a vanished wreckage again......" Liang Cheng muttered softly.

"Maybe it's Monty Python itself." Zhao You, who had been silent on the side, spoke coldly.

"Do you still remember the day Chen Xiaojing was kidnapped by a python?" Zhao Youyan said coldly, "That nearly seven-meter-long giant python ......"