With a bang, something fell from the bottom of the wall.
The villagers at the bottom of the pit were startled and were about to scold the person who had pulled up the tent when...
Suddenly, I heard someone shout.
"A shoe, there's a shoe!"
A black cloth shoe rolled out from a pile of fabric.
The villagers standing at the bottom of the pit suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and dared not look down for a long time.
After a moment of pause and regaining their composure, they scrambled out of the pit one by one.
When Zhao Zhiwei saw the shoe, he collapsed to the ground; he knew those shoes all too well.
The soles of the shoes were sewn with red thread; these were shoes that Madam Yuan specially made for Ru Mei when she married into the family.
"I was wondering what that big bag was, and it turns out it was..."
The villager was still in shock when he saw Zhao Zhiwei slumped on the ground, almost blurting out the words.
Instantly, the villager seemed to have his mouth covered, and he immediately stopped making a sound.
Something was dug out of the house. The villagers stood inside whispering, and Zhao Zhiwei's tears fell involuntarily.
After he regained his senses, he stumbled and slid to the bottom of the pit.
He then staggered toward the pile of tents and slowly unfolded the tents, which were covered in yellow dust.
The brown clothes were clearly visible, and then Zhao Zhiwei saw that familiar face.
He hugged the pile of tents, unable to hold back his sobs any longer, and his body began to tremble.
Some people are unable to speak when they are overwhelmed with grief.
He was like a fish that had come ashore, only able to feel his own panting, the sounds around him were muffled and indistinct, and he couldn't make a sound.
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