Based on Zhou Chunhe's experience, Daman and Xiya are often bluffing and making big fuss, so what they say is mostly unreliable.

But he never expected that this time, not only did they not exaggerate, but were conservative.

People in the field heard their shouts, and stopped to hear what big thing happened.

Zhou Chunhe still held a skeptical attitude and looked at the two of them panting like dogs with their eyes squinted. If they couldn't tell the story of being ugly and absent from work, he would be happy to punish them for multiple crimes.

"There is something wrong with Accountant Wang and Liu Weibing."

“Pressed under the ore.”

"Dead..."

Zhou Chunhe looked at the last person, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Who are you?"

"I was sent by the mine to inform me." The man did not dare to look at Zhou Chunhe and shrank.

The whole field became quiet.

But the first thing Lin Wenshu did when he opened his eyes was to find him.

The mine manager who reacted was shocked, "It shouldn't be possible. If there is, it will be a moment, and it shouldn't be possible."

Lin Wenshu began to tremble and began to moan in pain, but just didn't cry.

The mine manager pointed to a tree and said, "That's where we found Liu Weibing. He leaned against the tree, as if he had fallen asleep. However, the expression on his face was really weird, half peaceful, half afraid, and half white ass were still exposed."

Lin Wenshu couldn't cry, and he couldn't even shed a single tear. He struggled to get up and wanted to go to the mine.

But the man didn't look up and saw Lin Wenshu's begging eyes. He just answered truthfully, "It's clear, it's clear, it won't be wrong."

She said that he would build a new house for her and her children in the future, and lay cement for the kind that does not leak rain in summer and air in winter.

Jiang Lu tightly held her hand, "I'll be with you."

The Wang family and the Liu family each sent an elder to go with them, but they did not let the two women go for a life-and-death separation. Jiang Lu thought this was great, so she could take care of Lin Wenshu wholeheartedly.

She said, she said, and arrived at that small hill.

"Will he feel so painful? So...break...scatter..."

"Where are people...?" Lin Wenshu's face was ashamed, and his eyes were even more staring at the man as if he had been descended by the god of death.

"Ah?" The mine manager looked surprised.

Lin Wenshu slid down from Jiang Lu's hand, knelt on the slope, and burst into tears.

"I won't take him there. Let's kowtow when we take his father back."

"Take Ermao there?" As soon as Zhou Chunhe said this, everyone present was silent.

Lin Wenshu bit his mouth and blood came out of it.

Lin Wenshu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly looked at the mine manager, "Does he feel pain?"

No, Ermao should have realized that it was parting, otherwise why did he draw this dream alone? But he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it even if he missed his father. Ermao, Ermao, could only draw it in his way.

He pounced on Liu Weibing and exploded himself, and Liu Weibing guarded the entire body.

In the fields, there was a mess of porridge, crying, screaming, running, and the sound of birds flying away with their wings, which were very harsh.

Zhou Chunhe frowned, saying that he might as well go, but Jiang Lu was worried, "It's more convenient for me to go, and the living people are more important."

Jiang Lu suddenly remembered the painting Ermao painted, and finally figured out what was white on the painting. It turned out that Liu Weibing had already come to Ermao's dream and said goodbye to him. But Ermao just felt that he had a dream.

Zhou Chunhe stopped talking and acquiesced.

"Not good, no good, Teacher Lin fainted..." someone shouted.

The sun above my head is so big that it makes people unable to open their eyes and shed tears.

When the car stopped at the mine with a bumpy bump, Lin Wenshu suddenly grabbed Jiang Lu's hand and asked anxiously, "I don't want to see it anymore. Let's go back? Go back!"

The mine manager lowered his head and sighed, not as if he was pretending. He said that he had applied to the superior for his death in duty and tried to get more compensation.

From then on, this hillside and this land were sprinkled with her husband's blood. She picked up a handful of soil, pressed it tightly on her face, and muttered to herself.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lu wanted to cry out loudly. She studied philosophy and materialist. Why did she break her worldview over and over again? The people in this dream, the people in this painting are Ermao's intentional or unintentional? It's too cruel.

Jiang Lu asked Zhou Chunhe to take the person out, then hugged Lin Wenshu in her arms, patted her on the back, "You cry, you cry, you still have Wang Fang and Wang Rui, you are not alone, you cry."

The mine manager pointed to the explosion and showed them, saying that he really didn't expect that there were people here. He repeatedly emphasized it many times and broadcasted it several times in advance. He really didn't expect it.

She said that the spring in the mine is beautiful, with unknown little flowers everywhere, blooming all over the mountains and fields.

She said that the autumn in the mine is also interesting, and many wild fruits that cannot be named bent over the wind and sprinkled all over the floor.

However, Lin Wenshu couldn't wait for tomorrow, or even after lunch, he had to set off.

Wang Jianguo could have escaped the disaster, but he was killed to save Liu Weibing.

The mountain was almost flat, leaving only a striking big hole, looking at them like a huge and unparalleled one-eyed person, laughing at them.

"Only one hand and leg was found, and the rest... were all..." He dared not say.

When the mine was blowing up the mountain, Liu Weibing squatted behind the mountain bag and shitted. Wang Jianguo didn't see his people, so he went to find him. The radio on the mine reminded him over and over again, but they didn't hear it. When Wang Jianguo found Liu Weibing, the mountain cracked before he had time to pull him out.

Along the way, Lin Wenshu didn't say a word, just staring blankly, looking at a place for a long time and unable to come back to his senses.

"Maybe it's not him, have you seen it clearly?" Lin Wenshu looked at him almost begging.

Teacher Lin fainted when she woke up, and then fainted when she woke up. She repeated several times. Jiang Lu asked the people who came to the mine to report the deceased to avoid it first and let her ease up.

Yes, did you take Ermao there? He didn't know what happened yet, and he was sitting at the door and drawing with the brush that Jiang Lu bought for him.

After getting off the bus to the scene for nearly half an hour, Lin Wenshu suddenly started to talk too much. She said she had never come here to see it. She said she wanted to come and see it several times. She said that she would take the children to take a look after it was holiday.

...

Jiang Lu knew that if she could fight for death on duty, it would be the best result at the moment, so she thanked Lin Wenshu.

"I'll go with you, I'll go with you." Jiang Lu coaxed.

Jiang Lu finally calmed down. She just hoped implicitly. In the dream, Liu Weibing gave his son a good farewell.

Jiang Lu passed by and signaled others not to disturb her. This was her last intimacy with her husband. From then on, she would be separated forever and would be in a lifetime.

The sky was gloomy, the sun hid in the clouds, and a few geese came by, sobbing and flying away again.

Lin Wenshu cried and shed tears. This miserable woman started a miserable journey a long time ago, and she had a lifelong good luck for this willful relationship.

I really want to know, is there any dream in this world? I believe it more or less. At midnight, I dreamed of someone repeatedly. I was afraid of her in the dream, and I missed her again. I owe her a goodbye. We haven't said goodbye yet...
Chapter completed!