He said in tears: "Xia Xia...Xia Xia...You won't die, right? You won't die, you won't, you won't..."

While speaking, he began to constantly pluck the soil behind the tombstone with his hands, trying to open Lin Xia's tomb with both hands.

Ling You was stunned and couldn't help but wonder what he was doing? Is he going to dig Lin Xia out of the grave? No, no, no!

Thinking of this, Ling You could no longer calm down, so he rushed forward and grabbed his hand and said, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? Lin Xia has been buried in peace. She will feel uneasy when you do this. Stop quickly, stop!"

People cannot move easily after being buried, let alone digging like this. This is a great disrespect to the deceased. It will not only make the deceased uneasy, but also be unable to reincarnate. Therefore, it is generally not easy to dig soil, but will only add soil to Qingming Festival every year.

Guo Zimu didn't listen to Ling You's words, because he had collapsed at this time. Over the years, he missed Lin Xia all the time, and was always looking forward to reunion with her, not looking for her, never seeing her again, and promised his parents to study abroad, just because he wanted to be independent quickly and then fulfill the promise he made to her back then. But now Lin Xia is dead, all the forbearance and waiting in these years have become empty. He cares about the death of the girl he loves the most, and he can never fulfill the oath he made in his life. How can he not be sad? How can he not collapse?

Guo Zimu shook Ling You's hand away, looked at her with red eyes and said, "No, she won't die, she won't die. She said she would wait for me to marry her no matter how long she would. She said she would be with me forever, she won't die, she won't..."

At the end of his speech, his voice was approaching the roar, and his whole body shrank together in pain, and his hands were still digging the soil, as if he could only believe that Lin Xia was really dead if he opened the grave and saw Lin Xia's body with his own eyes.

Because he was too strong, Ling You, who was squatting, was pushed to the ground by him. For some reason, he suddenly became angry when he saw his crazy behavior. He stood up regardless of the piercing pain in his hands, rushed up and held his hand hard, not allowing him to dig the soil again, and sneered, "Marry her? I heard it right, you want to marry her, hahaha!"

Thinking of Lin Xiariye's crying face, Ling You couldn't help laughing wildly, the laughter was full of ridicule of Guo Zimu.

After laughing, Ling You looked at Guo Zimu and said coldly, "Don't you want her anymore? Didn't you send a breakup letter? Didn't you study abroad? Didn't you never see her again?"

Listening to the questioning, Guo Zimu roared in pain: "No, no, no, I don't want her, I don't, I don't..."

"No, no, who wrote that letter? Lin Xia has known you for a long time or two. It is impossible for her to recognize your handwriting. Do you know how sad and desperate she was after reading the letter? You are everything to her. How can you be so cruel? How can you?" At the end of the story, Ling You was already crying. Thinking of Lin Xia's crying voice, she wanted to go up and hit Guo Zimu.

At this moment, Guo Zimu's heartache reached the extreme. He pushed Ling You away again and dug the soil desperately. While digging, he said in tears: "I don't, I don't, no, no, my Xia Xia will not die, she will not die, you lied to me, you lied to me..."

Because he could not stand such a big blow, Guo Zimu had lost all his reason and calmness, and even thoughts stopped, and his speech became incoherent. Everything stopped because he heard Lin Xia's death.

Ling You collapsed on the ground powerlessly, and shouted loudly in tears: "She is dead, she is dead, Lin Xia is dead, you wake up, Xia Xia is really dead, woo..."

"She won't die, no!" Guo Zimu roared angrily, his eyes wider than the copper bell, as if he was about to eat Ling You.

After saying that, he began to dig Lin Xia's grave again.

Ling You looked at him as if he was crazy, and he didn't know what it felt in his heart. There was no doubt that the man in front of him loved Lin Xia. If he didn't love him, it wouldn't be so painful. If he didn't love him, it wouldn't be like crazy. Xia Xia, did you see it? Did you see it?

After a while, Guo Zimu finally stopped and leaned on Lin Xia's tombstone and cried bitterly. Lin Xia's face kept popping up in her mind, and her voice kept ringing in her ears.

Brother Mu, will you always be with me?

Brother Mu, please don’t let go of my hands, don’t miss me in the future...

The evil, I want to know you, and my life will never fade away. There are no mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes, summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are united, so I dare to die with you! Brother Mu, this is our oath, an everlasting oath.

Shangxie comes from folk songs of the Han Dynasty Yuefu

Brother Mu, I will wait for you to marry me. No matter five, ten, fifteen or twenty years, I will wait for you all the time, you must come.

Brother Mu...

Brother Mu...

Brother Mu...

Memories poured into his mind like a tide, and pain and sadness wrapped him tightly. Brother Mu all stabbed into his heart like a sharp knife, slashing his heart several times, traumatizing his heart, as painful as bone marrow, and as painful as the soul.

"Ah...ah..." Guo Zimu could no longer bear the long roar towards the sky, venting the sadness in his heart.

Ang Lee, who had just arrived in the grove and was about to pick up Ling You, was stunned when he heard the hysterical roar and ran over hurriedly. Seeing Ling You lying on the ground and crying loudly, he was startled and frightened. He ran to her in panic, hugged her in her arms and said, "Youyou, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Ling You shook her head sadly, pointed at Guo Zimu and said, "He...he's back, but...but...but Xia Xia is gone. Woo...how can this be done? How can it be?"

I have to say that fortune is a mess, God is a mess, Lin Xia has been waiting for so long but hasn't waited for him. Now he is dead, he appears, but everything is too late.

Ten years of life and death are inconsistent, and you can't forget it without thinking. A lonely tomb with thousands of miles away, and nowhere to talk about desolation. (From the "Jiangchengzi·Dream on the 20th day of the first month of Yimao" by the poet Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty)
Chapter completed!