"I was originally staying with my third son, but it was too dark at night, and the soldiers were shooting arrows everywhere, and the refugees were in chaos. Soon, I couldn't find my third son."
"That night, the soldiers continued to shoot. Only after dawn did the soldiers on the city wall stop. By then, the square was littered with the bodies of refugees. The ground was stained red."
"Only a small number of the injured refugees are still alive. It was very dark that night, and the refugees were running around everywhere. Some were trampled to death by others. Not all of them died from arrow wounds."
As Old Man Wu spoke, he couldn't help crying.
"I noticed that the arrows were no longer being fired from the city walls, so I secretly crawled out from under the pile of dead bodies and went to look for my third son."
"I searched for a long time, and finally found the body of my third son near the city gate."
"You don't know, my third son was shot with arrows all over his body, he died such a tragic death. It's all my fault that I didn't persuade him back then, it's my fault." Old man Wu sat down on the ground with his body limp.
"Uncle Wu, I think if your third son knew this would happen, he wouldn't blame you. You have to accept my condolences." Hunter Zhang advised in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, Old Man Wu. The children will definitely not blame you. Think about the remaining children and your wife, and you have to cheer up too." The village chief patted Old Man Wu on the shoulder and said.
"No one wants this to happen. If I want to blame someone, I'll blame the officers and soldiers who shot people to death with arrows. If it weren't for them, so many refugees wouldn't have died." Yun the Butcher also advised.
"Grandpa Wu, don't be too sad. If Uncle Wu knew you were like this, he would be sad too. If you ask me, it was those officers and soldiers who killed Uncle Wu." Yun Yiyi squatted down and comforted Old Man Wu.
"You don't know how sad I was at that time. I thought it would be better if I died. After all, I am already very old and I don't have many years left to live." Old man Wu cried.
"My third son has been sensible and obedient since he was young. He's only twenty this year. If he hadn't fled the famine this year, he would have been married this year."
"My wife and I had previously discussed that once we escape to a safe place, we would find him a beautiful wife so that our family could live happily together."
"Who could have thought that in the end I would be the one to send off the young. My poor third child, Dad shouldn't have let you join them in making trouble. Dad should have persuaded you better." Old man Wu's hoarse and sad crying continued.
Yun Yiyi, Yun the Butcher, the village chief, Zhang the Hunter, and Li Xiucai couldn't help but turn around and wipe the tears from their faces. As a father, he must have been very sad to lose his young son.
Parents invest countless efforts in raising a child from the moment they are held in their arms, to the moment they begin to speak, to the moment they learn to walk, to the moment they can feed themselves, dress themselves, and even play mischief. And then, after growing up to the age of twenty, they suddenly die. This is like tearing out the parents' hearts.
At this time, a white-haired old woman came over with several young men and women, as well as several boys and girls.
The white-haired old woman squatted down and helped Old Man Wu up.
"Boss, please stop crying. It hurts my heart." After the old woman said this, she also lowered her head and wiped away her tears.
"Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore, and you don't cry either. You see, when you cry, the children start crying too." Old man Wu wiped his tears and pointed to his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren who were crying quietly beside him.
"Master, I feel sorry for my poor third son. He hasn't even married yet. I, this old immortal, am still alive, but he is gone." The old woman's words broke the hearts of those who listened to her.
"Grandma Wu, don't cry. You have to take care of yourself. If Uncle Wu were still alive, he would definitely want you all to be well. If he knew what's going on between you and Grandpa Wu, he would be so sad." Yun Yiyi wiped her tears and comforted the old woman.
The old woman looked up at Yun Yiyi, who covered her mouth and began to cry. Yes, the third child was the most filial. He must not want to see his parents so sad.
The old man Wu next to him also squatted down, covered his head with his hands, and cried softly.
A young man next to her who looked very similar to Old Man Wu walked up and hugged the old woman.
"Mom, don't cry. Normally, my third brother is the most filial to you and dad. If he knew what's happening to you now, he would be so sad. I think my third brother must want you and dad to be well." The man persuaded the old woman while crying.
"Mom, what my eldest brother said is right. You and my dad have to take care of your health. Besides, you not only have me and my eldest brother, but you also have your daughter-in-law and grandchildren. If anything happens to you and my dad, how will my eldest brother and I live?" Old Man Wu's second son also cried and advised.
Several boys and girls nearby also surrounded the old woman and Old Man Wu.
After more than ten minutes, the old woman and old man Wu finally stopped crying.
"Wife, these are people from Yunjia Village. At that time, this young man asked me for news at the city gate. Because they left early, they don't know what happened afterwards. Let me tell them." Old man Wu pointed at Zhang the hunter and said.
The old woman nodded to everyone.
"Uncle Wu, did you leave after dawn, or did something else happen?" Hunter Zhang asked with red eyes.
"After daybreak, the officers and soldiers stopped shooting arrows. I crawled out from under the dead body and looked everywhere for my third son. At that time, in addition to the dead bodies, the square was filled with refugees looking for their relatives. It took me a lot of effort to find the third son at the city gate, but I didn't expect that he was shot to death by the officers and soldiers." Old Man Wu paused as he spoke.
"I touched my third child's body and it was already cold. It seems that he died not long after the chaos last night."
"He was hit by so many arrows, and the arrowheads were all made of iron. The blood that flowed out soaked all his clothes. He must have been so scared and in so much pain at that time. Why didn't I catch my third son at that time!" Old man Wu pounded his chest with regret.
The old woman next to her also covered her chest and started crying.
Everyone present was moved to tears. A young man in his prime, enjoying meals and conversations with his family during the day, was gone overnight. It was so sudden, so hard to accept.
Everyone listened to what Old Man Wu said and thought about it with empathy. If it was their own child who died, wouldn't that be like tearing out the parents' hearts? It would be so heartbreaking.
Everyone's face turned pale.
Yun the Butcher hugged Yun Yiyi in fear. He couldn't bear to think that if he had encountered such a thing, he would have cried his eyes out.
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