Wu Xinyu naturally didn't wake up, and Zuo Dengfeng wasn't too disappointed, he just wanted to try again one last time, hoping that a miracle could happen, although he knew that a miracle wouldn't happen.

Zuo Dengfeng hugged Wu Xinyu, endless sadness welled up in his heart, a few days ago, the two of them were discussing the storage of winter rations, but now everything has come to naught, Wu Xinyu can no longer hear his call, and he will not speak again, he has completely lost her.

There is an idiom called "self-cherishing of the broom", everyone does not want to lose what belongs to them, even if it is just a broken broom. The loss is disappointing, Wu Xinyu is Zuo Dengfeng's love and his only, Wu Xinyu's death makes him feel that his heart has been stripped of his heart, and his heart is empty. Wu Xinyu is like a lamp in his heart, and now this lamp has been extinguished, and his world is dark.

The place where the two of them were lying was not very far from Qingshuiguan, and it didn't take long for Thirteen to come back, holding a teapot in his mouth, and most of the water in the pot had been spilled, and there was not much left.

Zuo Dengfeng took the teapot and took a sip of water, the water was cold, Zuo Dengfeng cried, this pot of water was the hot water boiled by Wu Xinyu before his death, and now it is cold.

"Are you thirsty?" Zuo Dengfeng handed the teapot to Wu Xinyu, but Wu Xinyu did not move.

After a long time, Zuo Dengfeng put down the teapot and sat next to her and stopped talking. Thirteen slowly walked over and lay down beside him.

In the afternoon, Thirteen left, returned to Qingshuiguan and brought him a sweet potato, seeing the sweet potato, Zuo Dengfeng remembered the scene when he saw Wu Xinyu for the first time, looked at the sweet potato in his hand, and then looked at Wu Xinyu lying beside him, Zuo Dengfeng howled and cried again.

Night fell again, Zuo Dengfeng felt the cold, the thirteenth Qingshuiguan dragged the quilt, and Zuo Dengfeng fell asleep with Wu Xinyu in his arms.

The next morning, Zuo Dengfeng accepted the fact that Wu Xinyu was dead, and began to dig on the spot with a spatula brought by Thirteen, he wanted to bury Wu Xinyu, but he had injuries in his back and legs, and he couldn't use a shovel, so he could only use a spatula to dig little by little.

Seeing this, Thirteen ran over to help, its digging speed far exceeded Zuo Dengfeng, with its help, the tomb had a prototype at noon, Zuo Dengfeng let the Thirteen Taoist Temple drag the basket and rope, Zuo Dengfeng sat down to fill it, and Thirteen dragged it on it.

Zuo Dengfeng was seriously injured and dug with great effort, but even so, he still insisted on digging a deep grave for Wu Xinyu, until he felt that he couldn't breathe at the bottom of the pit, and he barely managed to climb out.

"Thirteen, go around and take a look, and kill all the animals that eat meat." Zuo Dengfeng was eating sweet potatoes indifferently, the cooked ones had already been eaten, and the one in his hand was raw.

Thirteen was very puzzled when he heard this, and stood still and did not move.

"We're going back to pulling the coffin, and I don't want something to hurt her during the time we're away." Zuo Dengfeng stretched out his hand and pointed to Wu Xinyu who was sitting next to him.

Hearing this, Thirteen immediately turned his head and ran away, Zuo Dengfeng finished eating the sweet potato, chopped two branches with a kitchen knife as a crutch, and then sharpened two wooden sticks of about one foot, one end sharpened, and used it to crawl.

After doing this, Thirteen came back with blood at the corner of his mouth.

Zuo Dengfeng covered Wu Xinyu with a quilt, and then sat on the ground and ate a few sweet potatoes, he couldn't feel what sweet potatoes tasted like at all, but he knew that if he didn't eat, he wouldn't have the strength to drag the coffin in the north room of the east wing.

Using a wooden stick as a crutch, it took more than half an hour to return to the Qingshui Temple, the gate of the Qingshui Temple was still open, and the corpse of the soldier inside was gone.

Seeing Qingshuiguan and thinking about people, Zuo Dengfeng felt sad again, but he was already a little numb, and after a short stop, he returned to the East Chamber.

The coffin lid is not very heavy, put on a rope, Thirteen can drag it by himself, and when Thirteen transports the coffin lid, Zuo Dengfeng tied Wu Xinyu's clothes and the bedding she covered to his back.

After the thirteenth came back, a man and a cat began to drag the coffin, although Zuo Dengfeng had been mentally prepared before, but dragging the heavy coffin still made him suffer, he couldn't walk, he could only climb, the pointed wooden stick that he had sharpened earlier was prepared for this moment.

Approaching dawn, the coffin was finally dragged to its destination, Zuo Dengfeng sent Thirteen, lit the fire to heat up, and changed his clothes for the stiff Wu Xinyu, Wu Xinyu was wearing the Taoist robe left by her master, the two had been together for so long, Wu Xinyu had not purchased new clothes, which made Zuo Dengfeng feel extremely guilty.

After laying out the mattress from the coffin, Zuo Dengfeng dragged Wu Xinyu into the coffin and covered it with a quilt.

"I'll give you one last chance, and if you don't open your eyes, I'll bury you." Zuo Dengfeng said to Wu Xinyu.

Wu Xinyu didn't open his eyes.

"If you become a ghost, let me know that I'm not afraid." Zuo Dengfeng made a final effort.

There was a dead silence all around.

"The heavens are above, if there is really a god, please let her come back to life, no matter what price I pay, I am willing." Zuo Dengfeng knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"As long as she comes back to life, we will find a place where no one is around, and never let outsiders know, and we will not divulge your secrets." Zuo Dengfeng is still kowtowing. But he didn't get any response.

Zuo Dengfeng was desperate, completely desperate, glanced at Wu Xinyu affectionately again, and closed the coffin lid with difficulty.

The burial work was carried out with Thirteen, and by the time the sun rose again, Wu Xinyu had already slept in the ground.

"No matter what I do in the future, no matter where I go in the future, eventually I will come back here, back to you." Zuo Dengfeng turned around and walked away with a branch, the appearance of Wu Xinyu had been engraved in his heart, and he would never be blurred or forgotten.

The sun rises in the east, but Zuo Dengfeng is walking to the west, Wu Xinyu is gone, there will be no more light in his world, his only thought at the moment is to take revenge as soon as possible, and then return here to commit suicide and go to the underworld to find his beloved woman. It was a torment for him to live in the world, he didn't want to live, but he couldn't die, at least not now.

The villagers under the mountain saw him as if they had seen a ghost, and they avoided it one after another, and the paper money scattered on the street showed that there was a funeral here not long ago, this scene made Zuo Dengfeng sneer secretly, although Cui Baochang was not the culprit, but he brought him to Qingshuiguan, and it was better to be killed by himself, and he did it later.

Zuo Dengfeng no longer has the concept of good and evil at this moment, people's surnames are evil, how can they be good? He is also not bound by the law, and he is born in troubled times, how can he have the law?

After leaving the mountain, Zuo Dengfeng found a doctor from another village, took out the bullet in his body, and returned to Qingshuiguan with the herbs to treat his wounds.

On the way back, Zuo Dengfeng wanted to cry all the time, and the reason why he wanted to cry was not because of the pain of the wound, but what the doctor said to him, "Fortunately, your robe is thick, otherwise you would have been hit by this gun on your back." ”

The robe that Zuo Dengfeng wore was made for him by Wu Xinyu, with a large amount of cotton and fine stitching, and it was this robe that saved his life.

Even if there are bullet holes in the back, even if the front chest is worn out, Zuo Dengfeng will not dislike it, he will always wear it, because this robe is the only thing left to him by Wu Xinyu, there is her love in it, and there is her blood on it......

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