"Spreading the ······" When Sun Qi saw this scene, he muttered, wanting to wake up Yang Zhanyi. But she herself is not willing to face reality.

Li Mu is also her comrade-in-arms, and she usually receives a lot of favors from Li Mu.

They are not so much comrades-in-arms as family.

When a loved one leaves, who wants to face it?

Sun Qi looked at Li Mu, who had closed his eyes and was no longer breathing, and it took a lot of effort to turn his head away from him.

But she couldn't help but turn her head and look at him again.

Because she knew that she would never see him again in the future.

Brother······

Sun Qi said silently in his heart, but the moment these two words resounded in his heart, Sun Qi couldn't help crying.

She is the youngest in the army, and she is usually spoiled by them.

Brother Muzi will always tease her, but he will always spoil her.

He kept asking himself to call him brother, and she always felt that he was too scoundrel and took advantage of her, so she sent him away with a smile every time.

But now, when she wanted to call him brother, it was too late.

No matter how many times she called her brother, the brother who had been teasing her would never hear the two words he had always wanted to hear again.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sun Qi cried quietly on the side.

Today she has lost two of the most important people in her life.

One is Sister Guozi, and the other is Brother Muzi.

From now on, no one will call her 'Sister Kiki' with a smile, and no one will spoil her and call her 'Sister Kiki'.

Sun Qi also slowly squatted down, hugged his head and cried.

"Sun Qi, stop crying." And Yang Zhanyi, who was crying bitterly, suddenly spoke, "Muzi doesn't like people to cry for him." ”

He would think it was mourning······

Yang Zhanyi endured great sorrow, slowly helped Li Mu up, stared at Li Mu affectionately, and finally leaned over and dropped a kiss on Li Mu's lips.

"Shepherd, I'll take you home."

I'll take you home, and the disturbances outside have nothing to do with you in the future.

I'll take you home, and the cumbersomeness outside has nothing to do with you in the future.

I'll take you home, there is no deceit, only a warm home.

Yang Zhanyi picked up Li Muheng and stood up steadily.

Li Mu's blood continued to flow out from the muzzle on his heart, left on Yang Zhanyi's hand, followed Yang Zhanyi's arm, flowed into the sleeve, crossed the strong muscles, and mixed with the blood in Yang Zhanyi's abdomen.

Yang Zhanyi hugged Li Mu and walked up slowly from the pile of stones step by step.

With every step, Yang Zhanyi's face turned pale.

The wound in the abdomen has been completely cracked.

It is the pain of the heart.

But even if it hurts again, can it hurt Muzi?

No.

If you can't, then what's there to care about.

"Muzi, when I was injured in the past, you carried me back like this."

"Now, it's time for me to hold you and let you go home for treatment."

"Don't leave me, shepherd."

"Okay, let me wait for you to come back."

"So, please, come back·····"

Yang Zhanyi's voice gradually dissipated in the wind.

All the police could see was an emaciated man standing on a pile of rocks with a man no longer breathing.

Although the thin man was thin, he always gave people a feeling of trust.

A rare ray of sunshine in winter shines on the two of them impartially, stretching the backs of the two infinitely.

This scene deeply stung the eyes of everyone present.