Camellia oleifera village. "Sister, Qingsong... How is Qingsong?"

When he was sure that all this was not his hallucination, Xiao An began to inquire about He Qingsong's situation.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiao An's haggard and anxious face and wanted to tell a white lie...

"Qingsong has left."

"Leave...?" Xiao An was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of this word.

"When we found you, Qingsong had already lost his breath." Yang Ruoqing added.

Xiao An looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly denied: "How is it possible? When I dragged him out from under the ruins, he was still talking to me. How could he die?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, her eyes full of regret and sadness, "It's true. Judging from the stiffness of his body, he died almost two days ago."

Moreover, the weather already had a faint smell of corpses. Xiao An must have been concentrating on the confrontation and fighting with the wolves at that time, and did not notice it at all.

Xiao An was stunned for several minutes before he came back to his senses.

"Sister, where is Qingsong? I want to see him!" His eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and he was choking.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Did you know that your left leg is fractured? You can't walk yet..."

"Sister, I beg you, let me see the green pine!" Xiao An grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand and begged in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing was still hesitating.

Liu Xueyun and Narisong also came over and stood behind Yang Ruoqing.

That day, Risong also helped to persuade: "Xiao An, you are too injured to move around, otherwise we would have taken you down the mountain long ago. Listen to your sister and lie down and wait for our stretcher to pick you up, ah?"

Xiao An shook his head, "No, I want to see Qingsong. When the house collapsed, I was supposed to be hit, but he pushed me away and blocked the hit for me!"

"He died for me. Wherever he is, I want to see him, I want it!"

The more Xiao An talked, the more excited he became. Tears fell down and got stuck together with the snot in his nose. He struggled to stand up.

Yang Ruoqing tried to hold him down, but unexpectedly, Xiao An, who was so weak, burst out with a huge force, and Yang Ruoqing was pushed aside.

Upon seeing this, Risong and Liu Xueyun quickly took action to hold down Xiaoan.

Xiao An struggled and howled like a trapped animal: "I want to see him..."

Risong was anxious that day: "Why can't you listen to what I'm saying? You can't move right now. If you move your legs and feet again, they will be useless. Besides, everyone is dead. You can't even look at it in such a hurry...

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Xiao An was stunned for a moment.

Then a more intense struggle broke out.

Yang Ruoqing stood up: "Okay, I'll show you!"

Xiao An stopped struggling and looked up at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said to Liu Xueyun: "Go and bring He Qingsong in. He and Xiao An are good brothers who share life and death. They deserve to meet each other."

Liu Xueyun nodded, stood up and left the room.

That day Risong also let go of his hand and helped Xiao An sit up.

Soon, Liu Xueyun came back, holding a jar in his hand.

"This is...?" Xiao An looked at the jar and was stunned.

Risong said: "He Qingsong is here. We burned him and put him in this jar."

This jar was hard to find. He searched all over the Camellia oleifera village and finally found a pickle jar beside the ruins of a house. Although the mouth of the jar was a little broken, it could still be used to hold He Qingsong's ashes.

"You, why do you want to burn him?" Xiao An roared angrily.
Chapter completed!