Yang Yimiao's face was completely disfigured, and his head and neck were still broken. No wonder he felt a swaying motion when he was lifted up earlier.
Yang Yijing's two eyeballs were pressed out, and a sharp stone was stuck on the top of his head.
Yang Guohua felt as if his heart had been twisted and shattered. He bit his lip tightly, trying to keep from crying out, but tears kept flowing uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Wang Jingyi no longer cared about stopping Grandma Yang and the others. She squatted down and, with trembling hands, lifted the mat to look.
"No, he is not my child."
Looking at Yang Yimiao, Wang Jingyi's tears flowed uncontrollably, and she murmured to herself, "He's not like this, my child isn't like this..."
As she spoke, she lifted the covers on Yang Yijing's side, suddenly letting out a piercing scream, collapsing to the ground, her expression blank and utterly distraught, waving her hands repeatedly as she said:
"Guohua, no, they are not our Yimiao and Yijing. They don't look like this at all."
Seeing their son and daughter-in-law like this, Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang already knew in their hearts that this was their grandson.
No matter what they become, they must watch.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Su Shizhong sighed inwardly. He had already said that they would definitely not be able to handle it if they saw it.
Especially the child with a stone stuck in his head, most of the stone was embedded in his head, with only a little bit sticking out. He had tried to pull it out before, but he couldn't.
Yang Guohua and Wang Jingyi were on the verge of collapse and were completely unaware of Grandpa Yang and the others.
After the two elderly people saw it, they fainted immediately. Yang Guohua shouted in a panic:
"Mom and Dad."
Su Shizhong had been keeping a close eye on the movements behind him. When he heard Yang Guohua shout in a panic, he quickly went over and skillfully pinched Yang's philtrum to try to wake him up.
Grandma Yang's first words upon waking were weak and filled with guilt: "Guohua, Jingyi, I'm sorry, it's our fault that Yimiao and Yijing were hurt."
Yang Guohua pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Mom, it's not your fault."
He had a vague feeling that it was related to someone, but it definitely wasn't because of his parents.
Grandpa Yang said weakly, "It's all our fault. Yi Miao and Yi Jing were forced to go to the countryside because of us."
At this moment, the captain came out and said in a serious tone, "Now is not the time to talk about right and wrong. Look up at the sky, it's about to rain."
Su Shizhong looked at him, his face full of doubt, and asked, "Captain, what brings you here?"
The brigade leader said solemnly, "Can I not come? Everyone at the foot of the mountain knows what you're doing. If the Red Guards find out you're digging graves in the middle of the night, see how they'll convict you."
Just as he finished speaking, a blinding flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky.
Su Shizhong looked up at the gloomy sky and said urgently to Yang Guohua, "Brother, the brigade leader is right. We can't let the Red Guards know about this. Let's bury the two children first, and we can talk about it when we get back. Look, it's about to rain."
Yang Guohua was not someone who didn't know his place, but looking at the stone on his youngest son's head, his heart was filled with reluctance and pain.
He wanted to remove the stone from his youngest son's head; he couldn't protect him in life, and he didn't want to see him suffer after death.
Seeing Yang Guohua remain silent, Su Shizhong asked, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Yang Guohua said with deep sorrow, "I want to pull the stone off Yijing's head."
Su Shizhong said helplessly, "I tried to pull it out, but I couldn't."
The brigade leader looked at Yang Guohua and said, "You can pull it out, but you'll have to use a hoe to smash the stone hard against his face or the back of his head. His head might split in two, or even more than that. Are you willing to do that?"
Su Shizhong had this idea when he was pulling out the stone, but the other person's parents were not present, so he could not do it, nor did he dare to do it.
The deaths of the two educated youths were not simple; he couldn't afford to offend those lurking in the shadows.
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