Meng Jiangnu looked at so many bones, but how many of them belonged to her husband? She bit her finger and used her bloody finger to pull it off. If it is the bones of his husband, the blood from his fingers will stick to it; If it weren't for the husband's bones, the blood from his fingers would have flowed away. In this way, she was finally able to gather her husband's bones, wrap them in her dress, and go home crying.

Meng Jiangnu hung her skirt bag on her chest. Along the way, thinking all the way, thinking of her love with her husband, thinking of her husband dying of exhaustion on the Great Wall. Tears dripped down the skirt like beads with broken threads. Fan Xiliang's corpse

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