205: C205 Distance from Forever

C205 Distance from Forever

Zhang Fei didn't care about his aching neck. He picked up his rifle and looked towards the direction of the sound.

Wang Yi suddenly stood up and waved his hand, signalling for the two not to act rashly. He pricked up his ears and started listening carefully.

"Clang, clang, clang."

The sounds came and went, sometimes heavy and sometimes slow. Although there was no rhythm to it, Wang Yi was sure that it came from a human.

"Zhang Fei and I will go take a look, Yang Ze will stay here and watch over Lee Hu."

Wang Yi said in a low voice and walked towards the woods. Zhang Fei held his rifle tightly and followed behind Wang Yi. If he found anything wrong, Zhang Fei was ready to shoot at any time.

The two of them slowly entered the forest, and the clanging sound became clearer and clearer until Wang Yi pushed the bush in front of him and saw the slim figure digging something out on the ground with a dagger.

"Bro Yi, it's Xiao Xiangya!"

Zhang Fei immediately exclaimed when he saw the figure, but he didn't interrupt Xiao Xiangya who was focused on digging.

Although there was still some distance between them, Wang Yi still saw the climbing bag beside Xiao Xiangya with a glance. It was too obvious, the opening of the bag revealed a dark grey color, it should be the poor child's ashes.

With a signal for Zhang Fei to go back, Wang Yi came out of the woods and slowly walked behind Xiao Xiangya.

"When did you arrive?"

Wang Yi's deep voice made Xiao Xiangya's thin body pause.

"Before the sun rose."

Xiao Xiangya's weak voice could be heard, but she didn't stop. Seemingly sensing that the dagger was moving too slowly, Xiao Xiangya put the dagger aside and started digging with her bare hands into the hard surface of the hole.

The dirt and blood was taken out by Xiao Xiangya. The wound on her finger didn't affect her movements at all. She didn't even frown, as if her hands weren't even her own.

Wang Yi looked at the figure that kept moving and sighed from the bottom of his heart. No matter what, this woman was still a mother.

Taking off his camouflage clothes from the upper part of his body, Wang Yi walked into the not-so-deep pit with his muscular body.

"Take a break and let me handle this."

Ignoring Xiao Xiangya's expression, Wang Yi pushed Xiao Xiangya to the side while he also used his hands to hold the dirt.

One spoonful after another, bit by bit.

The rough palm took away the wet soil. Not long later, Wang Yi dug out a pit that was nearly as deep as his calves.

Xiao Xiangya didn't make a single move during this entire time. She just sat blankly next to the pit with a hint of worry in her eyes as she followed Wang Yi's figure.

"Alright, take... Give her to me. "

Wang Yi wiped the sweat off his forehead and stretched out his arm towards Xiao Xiangya. Wang Yi was constantly digging the pit and it was enough to bury the small climbing bag.

"Thank you."

Xiao Xiangya looked at Wang Yi's hands covered in mud, tears instantly gushed out of her eyes. She whispered a thank you and hugged the mountaineering bag to her side, sobbing nonstop.

"Child, wuu..." Mommy, Mommy won't be able to accompany you anymore … You must, must be happy in the future in heaven.

Xiao Xiangya could no longer carry on as she spoke. She hugged the backpack tightly and wailed in pain.

Wang Yi looked at the woman who was about to collapse calmly. The tears had gathered into a river and interweaved with the black soil on his face.

It had nothing to do with ugliness. There was only endless motherly love.

But what could Wang Yi do now? Giving the poor mother a sturdy arm, or coldly saying to her, "Your child is dead, it's useless even if you cry. This is the truth. In the face of the next life, that's what you should do."

No!

Wang Yi had no other choice. He knew that the backpack full of ashes could be buried under the earth, but motherly love was not something that could be stopped by anything in the world.

The sobs were loud and his throat was hoarse. His eyes were red and swollen, and tears were running down his cheeks.

Xiao Xiangya stopped crying and used her hand to wipe her face. She wanted to wipe away the remaining tears, but the dirt on her hand was brought to her face.

"Wang, Wang Yi, please bury her well. She is afraid of the cold, she, she is afraid of being alone."

Xiao Xiangya passed the backpack to Wang Yi, but didn't dare to let it go.

How could Wang Yi not know? She was afraid, afraid that once she was buried, he would never meet her again in this lifetime.

There was only one difference between parting and parting forever, but the result was completely different.

Since he couldn't change it, Wang Yi could only be a bad person.

Breaking open his slightly pale fingers, Wang Yi ignored the cries of the rain and resolutely placed the mountaineering bag filled with ashes into the deep pit.

"Bury her. If you don't want your daughter to disappear from this world with the last trace of her life, then make her home. Don't let her endure the sun and wind."

Wang Yi grabbed Xiao Xiangya's injured shoulder and glared at the constantly dodging eyes.

Only when Xiao Xiangya slowly nodded her head, Wang Yi finally let go of his hands and left on his own.

Zhang Fei and Zhang Fei were sitting beside the tent and smoking out of boredom. Zhang Fei hurriedly asked when he saw Wang Yi walking towards them covered in mud.

"Bro Yi, how did you do it, that Xiao Xiangya …"

Wang Yi shook his head and interrupted Zhang Fei.

"I remember that there was a relatively thick section of wood in the firewood you brought back yesterday. Go and find it for me."

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what Wang Yi meant, he still walked towards the pile of firewood with a puzzled expression.

The deep pit had been buried, and apart from the fresh soil, there was still a story of a young soul that had once been buried here.

Xiao Xiangya's face was expressionless as she gently placed the collected stones on the ground.

It was a smiling face, her favorite design.

"Hualala!"

Wang Yi's strong figure separated the bushes. He held the machete in one hand and the log on his shoulder with the other. Wang Yi walked behind Xiao Xiangya.

Xiao Xiangya put the last piece of rock away and looked back at Wang Yi with a smile on her face. The sharpness of the machete and the thickness of the logs made Xiao Xiangya a little confused.

Wang Yi then put the log on the ground, held it with both hands and drew a dangerous arc in the air.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the thick log broke and a heavy machete cut across the center of the log. Wang Yi bent over to pick up half of the log and asked the confused Xiao Xiangya.

"What's her name?"

At this moment, Xiao Xiangya also understood Wang Yi's intention. She sighed and said softly.1

"Her, her name is Xiao Ying'er."

Like Xiao Xiangya, her surname was Xiao.

Wu Tie nodded, sharpened the bottom half of the log, and then laid it flat on the ground. His right hand pulled out the dagger Yang Ze was about to get.

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