Zijin just carried the old lady staggeringly and walked forward. As for the death of the old lady, Zijin, as Xinwei, did not feel the sadness of losing a loved one.
What's more, I feel grateful and sad to face the stranger who risked his life to save me.
Yes, for Xinwei,
The old lady was indeed just a strange old lady whom she met for the first time.
But for Zijin,
She is her mother and her closest relative.
Sad, painful...
A hundred flavors of sadness welled up in my heart,
But Zijin just shed tears dryly,
Drop by drop until the tears flowed back into a river on her face.
Seeing Zijin crying sadly,
Yu Wenmingxuan sighed softly,
He picked up the shovel next to him and started to bury it.
Zijin, who was kneeling aside, silently looked at the old lady who was gradually buried in the loess.
Tears dripped, leaving deep and shallow marks on the dry yellow earth.
When the pile of loess rises high in front of me,
Zi Jin suddenly discovered that
She actually couldn't remember what the old lady looked like.
She and she were just acquaintances for the first time,
She knew nothing about the old lady.
The old lady died for her,
Although she said she would die for her daughter,
But when the loess buried her face,
Zijin unexpectedly discovered that she really couldn't remember what the old lady looked like.
Zijin closed his eyes tightly and tried hard to remember,
Tears kept falling from the corners of my eyes.
Yu Wenmingxuan sighed lightly and said:
"Zijin, if you have anything else to say to the old lady, just say it.