Chapter 642 Tragedy, Tragedy



A moment later, several people stood up.

"You're right, it's not time to be sad yet."

"Yes, we should also do our part. Who knows..."

They might know everything, but they also know that Li Yan is truly at her limit, and anything she says or does now is just to comfort herself.

However, some things are ultimately regrets that cannot be overcome.

Li Yan ultimately couldn't hold on any longer. On the morning of the third day after the educated youth visited her, she passed away at the age of twenty-six.

The educated youth who received the news were shocked, yet not surprised. Jian Dan's heart sank, and she also felt that it had finally come to pass.

When the educated youth arrived, the child, perhaps sensing something, was still crying loudly. Chen Jianguo held and rocked him for a long time without calming him down. Tan Yajun watched for a while, then couldn't help but go over and reach out to him.

"Give it to me."

It's quite amazing, really. The little girl had been crying all morning and her tender voice was almost hoarse. But when she was in Tan Yajun's arms, she sobbed a few times and then slowly calmed down. After being fed a few sips of water, she frowned and fell asleep peacefully in Tan Yajun's arms.

The educated youth silently gathered around. Under the old lady's guidance, the female educated youth helped tidy up Li Yan's body, while the male educated youth assisted Chen Jianguo.

Villagers from nearby also came to help. That's how it is in the village; no matter how far or near, if one family has an emergency, their neighbors will come to help enthusiastically.

In the countryside, it's not appropriate to have a grand wedding for a young bride of this age. So, Li Yan was quickly put in a coffin, stayed for a day, and was buried the next day in a beautiful place on the back mountain.

After the villagers left, the educated youth silently followed behind. This was the closest they had come to losing a life during their years in the countryside.

Jian Dan and Tan Yajun walked behind, watching Chen Jianguo squatting in front of the grave with the child in his arms. His back was hunched, but he was still very careful in holding the child.

"So, this can be considered a farewell?"

The group reached the foot of the mountain. After hesitating for a long time, Liu Jiefang stopped, grabbed Tan Yajun, and looked at the group with conflicted expressions.

"I have something to tell you, um,"

Jian Dan, Su Honglin, and Dongfang exchanged glances, all with a bad feeling in their hearts.

“Last night, Jian Guo came to see me and said,”

"What did you say?"

Tanya was so anxious her hair was practically flying off.

"Stop dawdling and tell me quickly, what did he say to you?"

"...He wants to give the child to us."

"What?"

The couple had the idea of ​​having a child after their last trip back home, and they even went for a check-up. Neither of them expected that fate would be so unfair.

Liu Jiefang was abused by his parents since childhood, and the excessive dosage of the drug he was given that time caused functional impairment.

Tanya Jun, while fleeing after being sold, bumped her abdomen in her panic.

In other words, the simple wish of the unfortunate couple to have a child could not be fulfilled.

So when they heard this news, not to mention Tanya Jun, even Jian Dan and the others were shocked. After all, who would be willing to give their own flesh and blood to someone else unless absolutely necessary?

Especially since this child was born at the cost of Li Yan's life.

These words, coming from Chen Jianguo, sounded completely out of place.

Lin Dongfang thought for a moment,

"What else did he say?"

"No,"

Liu Jiefang readily recounted the entire conversation from the previous night.

He said he believed we would treat the child well, and that once the child was given to us, it was ours.

"Why does that sound so strange?"

He always said that he and Sister Yan were both abandoned souls, left behind by their families, relying on each other for survival. Shouldn't he cherish the child Sister Yan gave birth to at the cost of her life even more?

Mingzhu was worried, so she waited for them in the simple courtyard after they left. As she watched them come down the mountain, she had just led the child to the door when she saw the group of people turn around and rush back up the mountain.

The militiamen patrolling the village entrance also thought something had happened, and two of them followed them up the mountain.

The higher they went, the more uneasy the educated youth felt. Liu Jiefang also regretted not saying it sooner.

As they got closer to the back of the mountain, they could faintly hear the cries of children mixed with animal calls, which made the group shudder.

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?"

He was so angry that he started swearing, and he ran inside with all his might.

The most striking feature of the newly built grave is the several tall shadows with wagging tails, with a human figure leaning on the grave and a small baby lying on top of him.

Seeing this, Jian Dan was the first to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Little Grey! May you have good fortune and all your wishes come true!"

Perhaps it was the child's body, or the graveyard itself, that carried a faint scent, for the wolf cub merely sniffed around without taking any further action.

However, this almost scared the people who arrived later out of their wits.

Among the educated youth, only Lin Dongfang and his wife, Ling Weidong, and a few others knew about the wolf cub. Tan Yajun had seen it, but she always thought that the little gray dog ​​was a more ferocious one and wasn't particularly afraid.

Liu Jiefang was a native of the village and had been in the mountains many times, so he could recognize wolves. He immediately shielded Tan Yajun behind him and adopted a defensive posture.

Lin Dongfang and the others who knew the situation didn't dare to be arrogant and immediately gave the venue to Jian Dan.

"Little Grey, auspicious, how are you?"

"Woof!"

"Awoo!"

In other words, even after knowing it for several years, I still can't understand the language of wolves. However, judging from its expression and voice, I felt that the wolf cub wasn't in a state of rage, so I walked forward with peace of mind.

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