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Chapter 277 Death
Zheng Tong held Wang Mo's hand tightly, tears came down unconsciously, "Thank you so much, you don't know, but you have helped us a lot!"

"Yes, thank you very much Wang Mo." Jiang Biyun who was beside him also echoed.

"You guys are too polite. Zheng Tong and we are in the same compound. Although I haven't known you for as long as Yue Minzhang, but the relationship is the same. If you keep doing this, I won't be your friend anymore." Wang Mo pretended to be angry. Said.

"Okay, okay, okay, we said the wrong thing, how about we don't get drunk tonight!" Zheng Tong said happily.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about delaying your class tomorrow." Wang Mo replied with a smile.

The next day, Wang Mo took the two of them to the County Educated Youth Office to register in the morning. The Educated Youth Office still remembered that he came with the county magistrate's secretary yesterday, so they were very polite throughout the whole process.

After they came out, Wang Mo and Zheng Tong said, "Okay, you just have to wait. I guess I can go back to Beijing next month, so I won't go back to your place. I'll go to the village while it's still early."

"You're leaving now, and I said I'm going to invite you to dinner at noon!" Zheng Tong said hastily.

"Hey, when can't we eat? When we get back to Beijing, we'll have plenty of time to eat." Wang Mo and Zheng Tong held hands tightly, and they didn't separate for a long time.

By the time Wang Mo returned to Shihezi Commune, it was already afternoon. The educated youths were very happy to see him back, and warmly entertained him. After all, anyone who knows such a promising friend will be enthusiastic, and it is now Can't help, maybe it will come in handy in the future.

After the educated youths got off work in the afternoon, they took out all the delicious food and warmly entertained Wang Mo. No one had any objection to bringing out so many things, because he was Wang Mo, and now Wang Mo was in Mizhi County. It's very face-saving.

There are no more Wang Mo's things here, Wang Mo just came back to see Song Wenxuan, and by the way, see these people who have shared hardships together.

After dinner, Wang Mo bid farewell to everyone and came to Song Wenxuan.

When Wang Mo walked outside the door, he felt something was wrong, because it was already dark and there were no lights here, which was very abnormal.

Wang Mo was afraid that Song Wenxuan would go out to herd sheep, so he didn't come in the afternoon and waited to come in the evening.

The door of the house was not locked. It was often unlocked when Song Wenxuan was here, because he really had nothing to steal here.

When Wang Mo pushed open the door, he saw that there was no one in the room by the moonlight. Wang Mo thought that Song Wenxuan had gone a long way today, so he hadn't come back yet.

Wang Mo found the oil lamp, and after lighting it, he saw that there was already a thick layer of soil on the kang and the table. It was obvious that no one lived here for a long time, and Song Wenxuan's clothes were gone.

Wang Mo turned off the lights and went straight to Ma Zhishu's house.Ma Zhishu, who was about to rest on the kang, was shocked when he saw Wang Mo come in.

"Wang Mo, when did you come back?" Zhishu Ma asked in surprise.

Wang Mo shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about me, Secretary Ma, is Song Wenxuan, the sheep herder in the village, not in the village anymore?"

Hearing Wang Mo's words, Ma Zhishu was also taken aback, and then he remembered that he had heard that Wang Mo and this Song Wenxuan had a very good relationship, and they used to be together often.

"Hey, you were looking for him, so you came back late, and he left half a month ago." Secretary Ma said with a sigh.

"Gone? Where did you go?" Wang Mo guessed the bad result, but he still wanted to hear other answers.

"Where else can I go? I'm dead. I remember that that night, an old man in the village came to me in a hurry and said that Song Wenxuan was dying. When I passed by, he had already held his breath. After explaining a few words, he let go. He is a good man, but what a pity!" Ma Zhishu took out a wrapped book from the cabinet at home and handed it to Wang Mo.

"This is what he asked me to give you, saying that it was the last thing he gave you."

Wang Mo took it tremblingly and opened it to see that it was a handwritten ancient book with no name on it. Wang Mo stroked the book, the last thing Song Lao left for him, and tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously.

"Where is his tomb?"

"In the back mountain of the village, he left in a hurry, not to mention there was only one person. I rolled a mat for him and buried him. However, I erected a piece of wood for him, so it was easy to find."

"Then can you please take me to have a look?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, as long as you open your mouth, you can do anything."

Ma Zhishu hurriedly put on his shoes and took Wang Mo out.

After arriving at the back mountain, this is a cemetery, and the tombs in the village are probably all here.

Walking to a wooden tombstone, Ma Zhishu pointed to the small mound and said, "This is it."

Wang Mo looked at the tombstone of this transaction, it couldn't be called a tombstone at all, if it wasn't for the words written on it, it wouldn't be able to be used as a tombstone.

Thinking that Song Wenxuan was at least a capable person, but he ended up with such a fate that he didn't have a decent place to live after death.

"Thank you Ma Zhishu, you go back, let me stay here alone for a while." Wang Mo said lonely.

Ma Zhishu hesitated to speak, but in the end he could only say: "Okay, people can't be resurrected after death, so please mourn!"

After Ma Zhishu finished speaking, he went down the way back.

Wang Mo is alone in this mass grave, and he is not afraid. Maybe he would be afraid here before there was no system, but now he is just sitting next to Song Wenxuan's tombstone, thinking about the way Song Wenxuan taught himself before.

On this summer night, on a hillside in northern Shaanxi, there was a person sitting with a cigarette butt flickering. It was a bit scary to see from a distance.

Sitting here, Wang Mo recounted what happened when he returned to Beijing.

"You still don't know that I'm not from this world. I'm afraid you don't know that this world is not the only one. There are many other worlds like this. I used to be an atheist too, but now I'm not sure. Maybe this world is true. There are gods, maybe there really is a hell under the ground, I hope you always go to the sky, there will not be so many sufferings there..."

The rambling Wang Mo spoke incoherently, and he didn't know what he was talking about, but he just wanted to say it.

This systematic secret, no matter which world he is in, Wang Mo cannot tell others, even in reality. After telling the secret, it was like lifting a heavy burden, which made Wang Mo feel relieved for a while.

(End of this chapter)