As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a deep voice came. This voice was very familiar to Yang Yi.
"Brother Jiazi, I am Yang Yi, I'm back!"
Yang Yi's voice was trembling a little, and he walked towards the yard step by step, his eyes red.
When he walked to the door and saw the scene in the room, he couldn't bear it anymore. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop, tears streaming down his eyes.
In the room, a man was sitting there with mixed black and white hair. He was obviously only fifty years old, but he looked like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
The once high-spirited man is now sitting in a wheelchair without a leg, with only two fingers on his left hand, holding a long wooden sign in both hands.
At this time, the man was using tools to carefully and religiously carve the wooden sign.
When Yang Yi saw this, he felt even more sad, because he took a quick look and knew that it was a spiritual tablet!
The shadow who was following him took a breath when he saw this, and unconsciously knelt down, lowering his head and remaining silent.
"Xiao Yi is back. What are you doing kneeling down? Get up quickly."
As soon as Brother Jiazi saw Yang Yi, his eyes were filled with nostalgia. He was smiling but his eyes were red.
Moving the wheelchair towards Yang Yi.
Holding Yang Yi with both hands, Yang Yi shook his head firmly, "Brother Jiazi, please let me kneel for a while!"
"I'm late!"
Yang Yi's voice was not loud, but it was very heavy.
"well."
Seeing this, Brother Jiazi said nothing, just shook his head with a heavy expression and sighed.
This sigh contains too much, too much.
"They're all gone."
This sentence made Yang Yi's eyes darken and he almost fainted. Fortunately, Ying Ying's quick eyes and quick hands helped him to hold him. Yang Yi's eyes went dark. He tried hard to calm down his emotions, but the tears couldn't stop flowing. One hand was clenched into a fist, and the veins popped out!
It is said that a man does not shed tears lightly, and a man has gold under his knees.
But at this time, Yang Yi felt like a girl.
After a long time, Yang Yi calmed down and stood up from the ground.
"Help brother up."
Brother Jiazi stretched out his hand with only two fingers. Yang Yi felt a pain in his heart and gently placed it on the bed.
Then he squatted beside the bed, looking painful, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jiaji, what's wrong?"
How could the house be like this?
Brother Jiazi leaned on the bed, closed his eyes, and recalled everything that had happened before, and said slowly, "A year ago, I had a drink with your Uncle Duanmu and Sister Hua. I just made rice wine, and it was very fragrant."
"Halfway through the drink, that afternoon, a group of people broke into the village."
"They were all new faces that we had never seen before. They killed everyone they saw. By the time we arrived, the old people were all dead."
"The three of us resisted desperately, but we couldn't withstand the bombardment. They came prepared, and when the cannons were set up, we couldn't stop them."
Brother Jiazi shook his head, "Uncle Duanmu and Aunt Hua couldn't resist, and in the end, they died in front of my eyes."
"And I was lucky enough to have one of my legs, a few fingers, and a few bones broken, and I passed out."
"Those juniors ran fast and hid in the cellar we dug in the back hill, and they survived."
"When I woke up, the group of people had disappeared, and the village no longer existed."
Hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes turned red and he punched the ground, causing the floor to shatter.
Brother Jiazi looked at Yang Yi and said, "You said at that time that you would definitely come back one day, so I asked them to send me here to wait for you."
"I still have your uncle Duanmu's last wish with me. Everyone is waiting for you."
Brother Jiazi said, laughing at himself, "I didn't expect you would finally come back after six years. It's a pity that I can no longer take you to pick out bird eggs."
When Yang Yi heard this, his heart was extremely painful, accompanied by anger.
"Brother Jiazi, do you know who those people are?"
"Then where did Xiaojie and the others go?"
He must now know who these people are and what enmity they have with the villagers of Longhua Village! How did they find this place!
Why were these innocent villagers killed?
"I have no idea."
Brother Jiazi recalled for a moment, then shook his head, "They were wearing green military uniforms. Some of them were Chinese, and some looked like foreigners. They had long hair, blue eyes, and were not fluent in Chinese."
When Yang Yi heard this, he quickly thought about it in his mind, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find any enemy that met the conditions.
Even so, this blood feud must be avenged!
He wants to personally kill the enemies who killed his family!
"By the way, what about Xiaojie and Brother Yu?"
"They are juniors and still have a lot of time. They went to the city. I don't know what they are doing specifically."
"However, Xiaojie came to see me a while ago. She said that she is now in Tongcheng and living well."
Brother Jiazi sighed at the end. Yang Yi was silent for a long time before asking, "Brother Jiazi, where are Uncle Duanmu and Aunt Hua buried? I'm back and want to see them."
"Let's go, I'll take you there."
Yang Yi supported Brother Jiazi, and the two of them walked slowly deep into the back mountain, chatting a lot along the way.
A few minutes later, the two people came to a simple cemetery, where large and small tombs were everywhere.
A large tombstone has everyone's name engraved on it.
If I count carefully, there are fifty or sixty people.
Yang Yi placed Brother Jiazi in place and knelt in front of the tombstone. Looking at the tombstone, Yang Yi thought of many things in an instant.
Yang Yi read out the name that he had not spoken for several years.
"Xiaoyi is back, Xiaoyi misses you."
Looking at this tombstone, Yang Yi thought of Uncle Duanmu who loved to drink and always asked Brother Jiazi to drink. He thought of Aunt Hua who loved to laugh and made all his clothes. He thought of Sister Ling, who always drank at that time.
Follow me and dig out the eggs yourself
"Under the Nine Springs, be safe."
Silent tears flowed down, and Yang Yi kowtowed heavily on the ground three times.
"Thank you for your kindness in raising me. I will still be your Xiaoyi in the next life!"
The next day, the sun rises.
Yang Yi got up early, had breakfast with Brother Jiazi and then said goodbye.
With determination for revenge and reluctance to leave this place, he left this place that once brought him happiness.
When he reached the entrance of the village, Yang Yi turned back and looked at this place.
Everything in the past, happy and sad, is still vivid in my mind. Now, it has completely disappeared along with the ruins.
Yang Yi's eyes were very cold, and his murderous intent could not stop spreading.
