Zheng Tong held Wang Mo's hand tightly, tears falling unconsciously, "Thank you so much, you don't know, you have helped us a lot!"
"Yes, thank you so much Wang Mo." Jiang Biyun next to her also echoed.
"You are just too polite. Zheng Tong and we are from the same compound. Although I have not known you as long as Yue Min, my feelings are the same. If you continue to do this, I will no longer be your friend." Wang Mo pretended to be angry.
said.
"Okay, okay, okay, we said the wrong thing, how about we don't get drunk or go home tonight!" Zheng Tong said happily.
"Okay, as long as you're not afraid of delaying your class tomorrow." Wang Mo responded with a smile.
The next day, Wang Mo took the two of them to the county Educated Youth Office to register in the morning. The people from the Educated Youth Office still remembered that he came with the secretary of the county magistrate yesterday, so they were very polite throughout the process.
After they came out, Wang Mo and Zheng Tong said, "Okay, just wait. I will be able to return to Beijing next month. I won't go back to you. I'll go to the village while it's still early." "You have to leave now. I even said I would treat you to dinner at noon!" Zheng Tong said quickly.
"Hey, when can we eat? When we return to Beijing, we will have plenty of time to eat." Wang Mo and Zheng Tong held hands tightly and did not separate for a long time.
By the time Wang Mo returned to Shihezi Commune, it was already afternoon. The people in the educated youth area were very happy to see him back and entertained him warmly. After all, anyone who knew such a promising friend would be enthusiastic. Even now
I can't help you, but maybe I can use it in the future.
After the educated youths finished work in the afternoon, they brought out all kinds of delicious food and entertained Wang Mo warmly. No one had any objections to bringing out so many things, because he was Wang Mo, and Wang Mo was now in Mizhi County.
It’s very face-saving.
There are no Wang Mo things here long ago. Wang Mo just came back to see Song Wenxuan and take a look at these people who have gone through hardships together.
After dinner, Wang Mo said goodbye to everyone and came to Song Wenxuan.
When Wang Mo walked outside the door, he felt something was wrong, because it was already dark and there were no lights here, which was very abnormal.
Wang Mo was afraid that Song Wenxuan would go out to herd sheep, so he didn't come in the afternoon and waited until the evening.
The door of the house is not locked. When Song Wenxuan was here, it was often left unlocked because he really had nothing to steal here.
When Wang Mo opened the door and saw no one in the room under the moonlight, Wang Mo thought that Song Wenxuan had gone far away today, so he had not returned at this time.
Wang Mo found the oil lamp and after lighting it, he saw that there was already a thick layer of soil on the kang and the table. It was obvious that no one had lived here for a long time, and the clothes Song Wenxuan had left here were gone. Wang Mo turned off the lights and went straight to Party Secretary Ma's house. Party Secretary Ma, who was already preparing to rest on the kang, was startled when he saw Wang Mo coming in.
"Wang Mo, when did you come back?" Ma Zhishu asked in surprise.
Wang Mo shook his head and said: "Don't talk about me yet, Party Secretary Ma, is Song Wenxuan who was herding sheep in the village no longer in the village?"
Hearing Wang Mo's words, Party Secretary Ma was also stunned. Then he remembered that he had heard that Wang Mo had a very good relationship with Song Wenxuan, and they had often been together before.
"Hey, you were looking for him, so you came back too late. He left half a month ago." Ma Zhishu sighed.
"Gone? Where did you go?" Wang Mo guessed the bad outcome, but he still wanted to hear other answers.
"Where else can I go? I'm dead. I remember it was also night that day. An old man in the village came to me in a hurry and said that Song Wenxuan was dying. When I passed by, he was already holding on for a breath, barely
After explaining a few words, he let go. He is a good man, but it is such a pity!" Ma Zhishu took out a wrapped book from the cabinet at home and handed it to Wang Mo.
"This is what he asked me to give to you. He said it was the last thing he would give to you."
Wang Mo tremblingly took it and opened it and saw that it was an ancient manuscript with no name on it. Wang Mo stroked the book, the last thing Mr. Song left for him, and tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously. "Where is his tomb?"
"In the back hill of the village, he left in a hurry, not to mention there was only one person. I rolled up a mat for him and buried him. However, I set up a piece of wood for him, which was quite easy to find."
"Then could you please take me to have a look?"
"There's nothing wrong with this. As long as you ask, anything can happen."
Secretary Ma quickly put on his shoes and took Wang Mo out.
When you get to the back mountain, there is a cemetery here. It is estimated that all the tombs in the village are here.
Walking to a tombstone with only wood, Party Secretary Ma pointed at the small mound and said, "This is it."
Wang Mo looked at the tombstone of this transaction. It couldn't be called a tombstone. If it weren't for the writing on it, it couldn't be used as a tombstone.
I thought that Song Wenxuan was at least a capable person, but he ended up in such an end that he didn't even have a decent place to stay after his death.
"Thank you, Party Secretary Ma, please go back and let me stay alone here for a while." Wang Mo said lonely.
Ma Zhishu hesitated to speak, but in the end he could only say: "Well, people can't be resurrected after death, so please forgive yourself!"
After saying this, Ma Zhishu went back along the way.
Wang Mo was alone in this mass grave and was not afraid. Maybe he would have been afraid here before there was a system, but now he was just sitting next to Song Wenxuan's tombstone, thinking about how Song Wenxuan looked when he taught him.
On this summer evening, there was a man sitting on a hillside in northern Shaanxi, with his cigarette butts flashing. It was really scary from a distance.
Wang Mo sits here and talks about what happened when he returned to Beijing.
"You still don't know that I'm not from this world. I'm afraid you don't know that this world is not the only one. There are many similar worlds. I used to be an atheist, but now I'm not sure. Maybe this world is really the same.
There are gods, and maybe there really is a hell underground. I hope you always go to heaven, where there won’t be so many hardships..."
Wang Mo was chattering incoherently. He didn't know what he was talking about, but he just wanted to say it.
This secret of the system, no matter which world it is in, Wang Mo can't tell others, even in reality. He has been holding it in his heart. In front of Song Wenxuan's tomb, Wang Mo revealed the biggest secret in his life.
After telling the secret, it was like a heavy burden was lifted off, and Wang Mo felt relieved.