"What are you doing?" Li Xiufang was startled and hurried to help him up. "Hurry up and tell me what's going on."
Su Congwen didn't move, and Li Xiufang couldn't pull him away. She could only watch him take out a square box from his bag.
When Li Xiufang saw the box, her heart shuddered and a bad premonition came to her mind. She looked at Su Congwen's hesitant face and seemed to realize what he would say next.
"Sister-in-law, Brother Zhang died on the battlefield five days ago." Su Congwen said painfully, "Brother Zhang died saving me. It's my fault. You can hit me or scold me if you want."
"These are his ashes that I brought back. Please keep them."
"What did you say?" Li Xiufang felt dizzy and her body became unstable, falling to the ground.
"Mom!" Huahua screamed and went to pull her up, "What's wrong with you?"
Su Congwen quickly helped Li Xiufang up and asked her to sit on a chair. "Sister-in-law, don't get excited."
Li Xiufang's eyes were dull and she couldn't hear clearly what Su Congwen was saying. She only knew that her husband was gone and the father of her children was gone. This was a devastating blow to a woman who relied on longing and expectation to support her life.
Three years ago, Qingshan stood under the yellow horn tree, said goodbye to her and his daughter, packed his bags and left home, saying that when he came back from the war, they would be able to live a good life and he would never leave them again.
So she waited and waited. No one could imagine how difficult life was for a woman with a child.
Whenever she couldn't hold on any longer, she would go to the yellow horn tree and sit there blankly, hoping that the next second, the person she was thinking about would stand under the tree again.
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