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Shen Zijing bought a thin-skinned coffin from a nearby town, and buried Shen Ziqi in it.

The coffin is not very good, but it is very good for wrapping clothes. The tailor in the town rushed to make it overnight, and it fits very well.Shen Ziqi was usually up and about, and he looked like a big kid, but now he was lying obediently in the coffin, but he looked very thin, a lonely little boy.

The corpse stayed in the room for three days. During these three days, Shen Jiali never touched his teeth. He just sat beside the coffin and looked inward, without blinking his eyes.Shen Zijing also went to persuade him several times, but it was useless, he couldn't hear anything.

On the fourth day, Shen Zijing asked the soldiers to carry out the coffin.Shen Jiali didn't stop him or make a fuss, and obediently followed behind.But at the moment when the coffin was closed, he rushed forward and bumped into the corner of the coffin!

A soldier with sharp eyes and quick hands rushed to block him, so he didn't smash his skull, but only got blood all over his face.Seeing that something was wrong, Shen Zijing quickly ordered someone to help him back into the room.Shen Jiali quit this time, knelt on the ground and wailed loudly, crying vaguely while crying: "Why did I let him come... He came to the world, and he ended up like this... I knew he was If he left like this, I should have strangled him early...he is clean and I am clean..."

Shen Zijing gave Xiaobing a wink, and then pushed and hugged Shen Jiali to the room.The sound of nails being hammered into the coffin lid seemed to shake Shen Jiali again, he tried hard to look back, but Shen Zijing forced his head back to the front.

"What are you looking at?!" Shen Zijing scolded him viciously: "How many people's children have died, why can't your family die? You are the emperor and raised a prince? Stop crying like a bitch Like!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the soldiers in the courtyard lifted the coffin and hurried out of the courtyard gate.

Shen Zijing has a way to rectify—or to put it another way, to save, Shen Jiali.

He stayed by Shen Jiali's side day and night, Shen Jiali could cry, but he didn't stop him, but at the same time he must utter vicious cynicism; when he scolded until his tongue was dry, he would make up for it with actions—not occasionally pushing Shen Jiali A few times, that is, hug each other from behind and rub.

All in all, he refused to let Shen Jiali concentrate on grief.

When Shen Jiali was tired from crying, and he was about to cry, but he became gentle again.He brought food to Shen Jiali's mouth, coaxing him to eat and drink.

"It's all over in the Northeast." He bombarded Shen Jiali with all the new news he knew: "Peking said it would be impossible to defend. Third Uncle, how do you think Xiaochun is doing now?"

Shen Jiali stared at him in a daze, barely able to comprehend the meaning of his words.After a while, he sighed desolately, and said hoarsely, "Zijing, Ziqi is gone, and the hope in my heart is gone."

Shen Zijing smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, I heard that many teams over there have surrendered, Xiaochun probably lives more securely than us now!"

Shen Jiali lowered his eyes dumbly, thinking that his hot, chubby son was already lying in the cold soil—the fat son, a good boy who can eat, drink, talk and laugh, sleeping alone in the dark How miserable it is in the little coffin!After a long time, the rain invaded him, the grass roots entangled him, and the insects gnawed at him. A once so lively little life turned into bones and ashes, as if he had never been in this world.

Shen Jiali had no more tears, only the throbbing pain in his heart.He raised his hand to cover his chest, he felt a congested throat in a daze, and suddenly vomited out, his mouth was full of sweet and bloody, his chest became more relaxed when he stood upright.

He didn't know how to be afraid, and he no longer spared his life.He vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood one after another, and he thought indifferently: "My son is hurting to death! He has never committed any evil in his life, how did he end up in such misery?"

Shen Zijing watched from the side, but was shocked.Qiang calmly brought the water glass, but he didn't dare to say more, and only asked Shen Jiali to rinse his mouth.

After Shen Jiali bumped into the coffin once, because she had been guarded by Shen Zijing, she didn't have the chance to seek death again.

After a few days like this, he seemed to have recovered a lot, but he obviously lost his soul.He would often go to Shen Ziqi's small tomb and sit there for a long time without speaking or crying, just staring blankly at the front, as if everything in front of him was beyond his expectation, and he was very concerned about the whole situation. The world is inexplicable and dumbfounded.

In the evening, he should eat and eat, and he should undress.Lying on the kang and closing his eyes for a moment, he sat up abruptly - stunned for a long time, thinking: "It's so late, why hasn't Ziqi come back? You brat likes to run around so much, he should be beaten up!"

Then, after an unknown period of time, he came to his senses and told himself: "Ziqi is gone, and I will never come back."

Then an invisible big hand reached into his chest and took out his heart.He sat blankly for a long time, neither feeling dark nor cold, until Shen Zijing got up and pulled him into his blanket.

Shen Zijing doesn't love children, he didn't love children when he was young, and now he's in his forties, he still doesn't love children.He didn't quite understand Shen Jiali's long and deep grief, he was afraid that Shen Jiali would die too.

Shen Jiali couldn't die, his parents died early, and they came to Shen Jiali's side when he was 16 years old.From teenagers to middle-aged, now they are going to be old—how can the word "grievance" be able to be easily explained?

If Shen Jiali died, then half of his life would also be wiped out.

After hearing that Gu Yunzhang had fled quickly with his cronies, Shen Zijing decided not to stay any longer and continue to go south.

He didn't have a clear route to take, but he just wanted to run south.At the time of departure, Shen Jiali was still in a daze, but he was very obedient, getting in the car as soon as he was asked to get in, and sitting still when asked to sit still.After the car had driven more than 20 miles, he suddenly asked, "Zijing, what's the name of that village?"

Shen Zijing was taken aback for a moment, but was stopped by his question.The driver and the adjutant in the front row looked at each other when they heard this question—really, after living in that small dilapidated village for so long, no one paid attention to the name of the village.

Shen Jiali became uneasy, kept turning his head to look back, and murmured, "How can I not know? Ziqi stays here, and I will come back to take him away in the future... I should know, I don't know." no……"

The road in the mountainous area was rough, and Shen Zijing was determined not to let the team turn around and retreat to find out the name of the village.After calming Shen Jiali a few words casually, he pushed open the car door and jumped out, went to the rear team and asked around, and was surprised to find that the soldiers didn't know anything about it.

Quickly walking back to the car, he opened the car door and got in. He said with a relaxed tone, "I asked, Wujiazhuang—Henan, Pingtao County, Wujiazhuang. Remember it, wait for the future...the future Ah, let's go back to this place and move the children out and send them back to Tianjin, okay?"

Shen Jiali was expressionless, but nodded seriously, and whispered to himself: "Henan, Pingtao County, Wujiazhuang...Wujiazhuang, remember, remember."

Shen Zijing chuckled happily, thinking you should remember to go!

Then he fell into deep depression and despair—he suspected that he might never have the chance to return to this place.No matter what kind of village that village is, he may not be able to come back.