The river is cold and the water is cold, and the light rain is scattered.

Bai Xiuying and Liu Yao are investigating the identities and backgrounds of the dead girls.

They had just found a girl's house, and according to the memories of the man's family, they followed the clues.

When the girl was sold, she was just like Bai Xiuying, but at the age of thirteen, she was still a girl with a beautiful cardamom.

If the girl was still alive, she was now twenty-eight years old.

A few years have passed, and the reason why Renya still remembers this girl who was handed down by him is mainly because this girl has a tragic fate of the listener being sad and the listener crying.

The girl's name is Jiuyue. When she was born, her father was summoned to the army and went to Qiang City to guard the border. She left for many years.

My mother pulled her up alone and lived a short life, but she would not starve to death.

But when she was three years old in September, the disaster happened to be in the year of disaster, so her mother had to take her to escape the famine. A weak woman brought a little baby who was good at walking. There is no need to say much about the hard work.

After finally surviving the famine, I came back with a father whose feet were beheaded by the people of Northern Yan.

So the mother and daughter not only did not have a better life, but instead, the mother and daughter had to take care of their disabled father, which made the already difficult life worse.

As September grows older, my mother also becomes ill in bed due to overwork.

When she was ten years old, September took on the responsibility of taking care of her parents. Later, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she took the initiative to find someone's teeth and sold herself.

In order to get more money to treat her mother, she asked the man to sell her to the Xue family.

What happened later?

She didn't know whether her mother was well treated because of this money.

She didn't know whether her father had replaced a softer bedding because of the money.

In this way, it became a nourishment for flowers in pain and regret.

Liu Yao listened to the human teeth's passionate and emotional story, and he was silent throughout the whole process until a person who was too thin to be human was climbed out of the dilapidated thatched house.

The old man was covered in mud, his hair was gray, and he was covered in a ragged dress. The exposed flesh was frozen and cracked and purple.

His body was covered with scars of all sizes, both new and old, and it seemed to be left behind by crawling on the ground.

Because he couldn't walk, he could only put two wooden boards on his elbows, tied them with a strip of ragged cloth, and dragged his unmovable legs and moved little by little.

Liu Yao was startled at first, and then asked: "Are you September's father?"

He is used to being arrogant and can't learn to speak soft words. His arrogant attitude surprised and scared the old man.

Bai Xiuying stitched his arm, and then he stopped what he was going to say next.

Zhang Jin asked Zhou Yi to follow him because he was worried about Liu Yao.

At this time, Zhou Yi immediately spoke and eased the atmosphere: "Uncle, are you September's father?"

The old man nodded, but said nothing, just crawling on the ground with difficulty.

Liu Yao wanted to speak again, but was still stopped by Bai Xiuying.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything, and watched quietly until the old man buried his head in the sink in the yard and drank the dirty and turbid water in the sink.

Liu Yao could no longer hold it back, so he threw the bucket into the well and drew a bucket of clear water.

I wanted to find a cup or bowl to serve water for the old man, but after walking around, I saw nothing.

He was a little angry, but he still took off the cloak on his body and put it on the old man, telling him: "Those are all mud and water, and it will kill people if you drink it. Don't drink it next time."

The old man glanced at the noble Liu Yao in front of him, his eyes passed by Bai Xiuying, and finally stopped on Zhou Yi.

"I lost both legs, my wife and daughter. Now I have a life of surviving. I still have nothing to bear. Just say something."

The old man's eyes were very desolate, as if Liu Yao's warm cloak could not comfort his frozen body.

Bai Xiuying was surprised: "Uncle, aunt...is she gone?"

The old man crawled towards the slightly raised earth bun in the yard with difficulty, grabbed a handful of soil with his hands and placed it on his nose to sniff it. His turbid eyes seemed to be filled with sadness.

"It's gone, it's been gone. On the night of September, I didn't lift it up in one breath and the person was gone."

"I can't move, so I can't move her too far. I can only dig a hole for her in this yard and let her sleep here forever."

The old man said it was extremely calm, and it was precisely because of this calmness that people felt the heart-wrenching pain.

No one can imagine how a crawling man buried his wife here?

They couldn't imagine how the elderly lived until now in the past three years without anyone taking care of them.

Because the Xue family has been removed, Zhou Yi and the others do not have to worry about the relatives of the deceased being retaliated against, and they do not have to hide their actions.

Although it is difficult to speak, he still told the old man the truth: "Miss September, she is gone..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yi choked up.

Seeing the old man's expression, he really couldn't finish his words.

The old man obviously didn't want to hear him continue and raised his hand to stop what he was about to say.

The old man was silent for a long time, and it was not until the drizzle condensed into water droplets on his hair that he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and desolate: "Where is the corpse? Can her corpse go home and be buried with her mother?"

Everyone did not react for a moment. Those who sold the dead contract would have no so-called home.

That's why the old man asked if his daughter could come back and be buried with his mother.

Zhou Yi shook his head: "Sorry, her body is hard to retrieve."

The old man didn't say anything until everyone thought he would remain silent. He suddenly lay on his wife's grave and burst into tears.

"The corpse was not left behind, I couldn't stay..."

"I've been breathing all these years, and I've been working hard day after day, but I don't want my son to waste my efforts. I also think that if one day she can go home and even see her father if she doesn't see her mother."

"But now, people are gone, what's the point of all this? What's the point of it!"

The old man did not ask how the person had disappeared, where he had disappeared, and when he had disappeared.

It seemed that he had already vaguely known his daughter's established destiny in his heart.

But because of blood and close relationships, he thought of seeing his daughter again.

This is his obsession.

Other than that, it seems that nothing else matters.

Everyone was silent for a while, and Zhou Yi bent down to support him: "Uncle, it's cold outside, let's go into the house and say."

The old man cried so hard that he almost turned his back. No matter how Zhou Yi supported him, he did not resist. He was carried back into the house by Zhou Yi.

Yes, it's very cold outside.

However, it's colder inside.

There are no ornaments in the house, but the corner is still dry, with a broken quilt piled up with a quilt that cannot be seen clearly...

Liu Yao even felt that such a house was not as good as the dilapidated temple he and the beggars snatched.

The old man was still crying, beating his chest and mouth with his already calloused hands, while crying about the injustice of fate.

"The legs were lost for Dongling. I have never complained. What do I get in the end if I am sincere to Dongling?"

"Is it a wife who has never lived a good life to death and died of exhaustion or illness, or a daughter who sold herself for her parents, but ended up falling into a dead body?"

"I have been surviving for three years and have been withered for thousands of days and nights. It's not that I don't want to die, nor that I dare not die. I'm holding on for a breath, for the sake of seeing my miserable September again!"

"Just just to see my son again...again..."

The old man vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the side, as if he was so angry.

Fortunately, in order to serve the ninth prince, Zhou Yi prepared everything and accompanied him with a comrade who had been a barefoot doctor for several years.

Seeing this, the man immediately put his hand on the old man's pulse.

But in the end, he shook his head: "Uncle has been exhausted for a long time and has been saved. Even if we don't come today, this will be the result."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man opened his eyes weakly, opened and closed his lips for a long time, but he could not say a complete sentence.
Chapter completed!