Wang Jingyi, who had been watching Su Shizhong and Yang Guohua dig the grave closely, and Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang, who had solemn expressions, turned pale instantly when they saw the mat, and Grandma Yang almost fainted again.
Wang Jingyi reacted quickly, enduring the intense pain in her lower back, and reached out with trembling hands to support her.
However, her back was in so much pain that she couldn't exert any strength, and she stumbled, causing the two of them to fall onto the rough ground.
Grandma Yang cried out, tears streaming down her face and her voice choked with sobs, "My grandsons, Grandma has come to see you."
Grandpa Yang was anxious and tried to help her up, but she pushed him away forcefully, crying out, "Old man, go and see our grandson, don't worry about me."
As she spoke, she crawled laboriously on the ground and slowly moved to the edge of the grave.
Grandma Yang stared at the grave pit with tears in her eyes and a sorrowful expression on her face. At that moment, Yang Guohua also dug up a mat.
The family of four watched silently, their expressions sorrowful, without uttering a single word; a heavy, grieving atmosphere filled the air.
The moon was obscured by thick, dark clouds tonight. Seeing this, Su Shizhong quickly went to find a large pile of dry branches and lit them on fire.
The flickering flames made the color of the mat even clearer. Wang Jingyi looked at the mat with a complicated expression in her eyes. She clearly remembered that she had bought the mat herself.
Yang Guohua looked at Su Shizhong, who was intently adding firewood to the fire, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Comrade Su, come and help me carry them out."
Grandpa Yang quickly said, "I'll do it. How could I trouble Comrade Su with this?"
Just now, when he tried to grab the hoe, Su Shizhong quickly grabbed it and hid to the side, saying with a serious expression:
“Uncle, I’ve already tried my best to tolerate my father digging up his son’s grave, but I really can’t stand it if my grandfather digs up his grandson’s grave too. Although we’re destroying the Four Olds now and don’t care about these things, we can’t abandon the rules passed down from our ancestors.”
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Yang was filled with helplessness and grief. Thinking that his grandson was already gone, he couldn't let them live in peace in the afterlife any longer, so he stopped insisting and tacitly approved of Su Shizhong's actions.
Su Shizhong threw the firewood in his hand into the fire and said, "Uncle, it's no trouble."
As he spoke, he strode over, and together with Yang Guohua, one lifted the head of the corpse and the other lifted the feet. They first carefully lifted Yang Yijing up, and then Yang Yimiao, who placed the two corpses wrapped in mats side by side on the ground.
Fortunately, it's October now, and the weather is getting cooler, so the body didn't emit a strong odor.
Seeing that there was nothing for him to do for the time being, Su Shizhong walked to the fire and looked down the mountain.
Sigh, it's really hard to bear seeing the four of them facing the two children's unrecognizable faces.
Wang Jingyi, Grandma Yang, and Grandpa Yang were eager to lift the mat to take a look, but Yang Guohua quickly stopped them, his voice trembling slightly.
"Mom and Dad, wife, wait until I've seen it before you take a look."
Grandma Yang said firmly, "It's alright, we'll watch it together."
Yang Guohua still refused, his voice almost pleading: "Mom..."
Wang Jingyi recalled what Su Shizhong had just said: Yang Guohua might not be able to bear seeing this, and her parents were already at the end of their lives. If they saw their two grandsons in such a miserable state, they probably wouldn't live past tonight.
So she also advised, "Mom and Dad, it's not too late for us to wait until Guohua confirms whether it's Yimiao Yijing before we look at it."
Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang understood their son and daughter-in-law's thoughts perfectly well; they were just afraid that the two elderly people wouldn't be able to handle the shock.
But the more they thought of themselves, the more ashamed the two old people felt. If they had been like ordinary people, knowing a few words would have been enough to make a living, instead of becoming university professors and giving others a handle to hold against them. Their two grandsons would never have had to come to the Great Northern Wilderness as educated youth and lose their lives.
They're the ones who caused all of this.
Finally, Yang Guohua persuaded Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang.
He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, and carefully lifted a corner of the mat covering his head.
Even though he had seen many bloody scenes, he could hardly bear it at this moment, let alone that it was his own son.
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