Jia Er was finally buried in the dense forest when they were in an ambush, the hole dug by Wei Lin and Zhao Zhinan and filled with soil. Jia Da has been chanting a few words that can't even make a sentence. Anyway, he couldn't understand what he was talking about. Jia Da didn't want to tell others. Lots of unfinished words.
But what is the end of the story
Everyone didn't dare to talk much, and just silently let Jia Er go to the ground for peace of mind.
Just being a dirt bag, Wei Lin always felt like a grave. No matter how people's graves are located, there will be a stele with the name engraved on it, as well as the name of the person who erected the stele. He didn't know what was said in it, and he was not sure that it was like an enclosure. He had to write his name before admitting that the land belonged to this person. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to make a brand so that Jia Er could sleep at ease and not let the ghosts bully him.
Jia Da sat in front of the bunker and kept talking softly. Zhao Zhinan filled the bunker and knelt before the bunker, intending to pay his respects to Jia Er and mourn. He was about to bow when Wei Lin suddenly reached out his hand to stop him: "Wait, wait, I can't just bow like this."
Zhao Zhinan was puzzled and said, "I can't buy incense here..."
"That's not what I meant, let's erect a monument for Jia Er." Wei Lin explained, "We will definitely not be able to fix the stone one, but the wood one. You go and cut down the tree, and I will repair it, let Ye Er lettering."
Jiang also had some doubts about this: "Why did I engrave?"
Wei Lin lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "It should be written by relatives, but if you look at Jia Da, it's another matter if the words look good or not. It must not work."
Jiang Yeben stood aside, hearing this, he looked down at Jia Da, he seemed to have lost his soul, and he would definitely not be able to do anything now. Wei Lin was right. But Jiang had never organized a funeral, and didn't know what to do, so he asked, "Which one of you has done a funeral? Or just follow the rules, for fear that we will mess up and be bad for the dead."
Wei Lin shook his head: "I've been there to beg for food at a funeral..."
"You can really do it." Jiang also glanced at him with disgust, and then looked at Zhao Zhinan with anticipation, "How about you?"
Zhao Zhinan also shook his head: "I used to do it at a neighbor's house. My parents are there, my grandparents have gone long ago, and I don't know..."
Jiang was also a little helpless, he sighed deeply, but Zhao Zhinan said again, "But that's probably what happened, wearing hemp and filial piety, and putting on incense sticks or something."
"Pai Ma Dai Xiao must come from Jia Da, but there are no conditions right now." Wei Lin said with a frown, "Let's do this first, let's cut down a tree, and you can accompany Jia Da here."
"Okay." Jiang also nodded in agreement.
Wei Lin and the two moved very quickly, and within half an hour, they actually made a piece of flat wood and handed it to Jiang Ye. Wei Lin added a sentence to him: "It's written in a cultural way."
"Oh, good." Jiang also lowered his head, took the wood, found a random tree, and sat down against it. Wei Lin also gave him a dagger very thoughtfully, so as not to be inconvenient to have a long knife.
It took a lot of time to write the lettering, and it took Jiang an hour to complete it.
He shook off the sawdust left by the lettering on the wooden sign, looked up and saw that Jia Da was still sitting on the ground, Zhao Zhinan and Wei Lin were a little farther away, and the two of them squatted on the ground without speaking. They are each thinking about their own things.
Jiang also stood up, only to realize that his hands were sore. He took the wooden sign and walked to Wei Lin lightly and handed it to Wei Lin: "Well, it's done."
Wei Lin came back to his senses, took the wooden sign and looked at it in his hand.
There are four simple characters engraved on the wooden sign: "Jia Erzhi's Tomb", that character is still engraved in a frizzy way, and it is not good-looking at all. He looked at it carefully with some disgust, and Chongjiang also whispered: "You are too ugly at the moment..."
"You can do it." Jiang also looked calm, no matter how picky Wei Lin was, he would not re-engrave it. Besides, being good at writing is completely different from being good at engraving. He can write, but he never said that he can write.
Wei Lin was helpless, and if he wanted to do it again, he might not be better than this. He had no choice but to get up with the wooden sign and walk to the small dirt bag where Jia Er was buried. Zhao Zhinan followed and took the lead in digging another small hole in front of the earth bag. Wei Lin put the sign in and filled it with soil.
Jia Er's grave is also finished.
Wei Lin walked beside Jia Da and patted his shoulder lightly, unable to say a word of comfort.
On the other hand, Zhao Zhinan knelt down in front of Jia Er's grave very naturally.
"Brother, you have a good journey!" He said, clasping his fists with both hands, and bowed towards the wooden sign. Wei Lin looked at him and walked over, imitating Zhao Zhinan, and said, "Big brother Wei will take good care of you in the future."
Although Jiang also felt that it was a bit strange to clasp his fists with both hands, but in this situation, everything is simple, and it's all right. He also knelt down beside him: "You rest in peace..."
These words are weak and perfunctory to listen to.
But Jiang also had a thousand words in his heart for a while. No matter how he chose, he felt that it was not good. In the end, the thousand words came to his mouth and became these simple four words.
Perhaps this was not addressed to Jia Er alone.
Whether it was before or this time, too many people died on the battlefield. as if ever
Lin Zu, who had lived together for a while, didn't know where to go after the Battle of Hanzhou, and most of them died. The people you meet on the way to join the army, whether they are enemies or friends, can’t say that they will die one day, and they may not even be able to bury themselves in the ground. They can only be cremated in mass graves. Their relatives are far away from home. Who could have said "rest in peace" at that time.
I don't know whether this worship is to appease the soul of the dead under the knife, or to appease the living heart.
After a long while, Jia Da, who always seemed to be too sad and delirious, suddenly spoke: "You all go back to the camp first, I will be back before dark."
Zhao Zhinan was straight, and immediately said, "I don't worry that you are here alone."
"Yeah, the deceased has passed away, don't torture yourself." Jiang also comforted.
Wei Lin didn't speak, Jia Da shook his head and said again: "You go back first, I'll be alone for a while."
Zhao Zhinan wanted to say something else, but Jiang Ye looked at Wei Lin—Jia Da always listened to Wei Lin's words very much. At this moment, when Jia Da was watching alone, he was really a little afraid that Jia Da could not think about it or encounter any danger.
But Wei Lin said: "Let's go, let him be alone." "But..." Jiang also wanted to say something, Wei Lin grabbed his hand and dragged him back. Jiang didn't pay attention for a while, and the whole person was dragged away by Wei Lin. Seeing this, Zhao Zhinan shook his head and sighed, patted Jia Da on the shoulder again, and followed.
After walking out a little distance, Jiang also began to struggle, trying to shake Wei Lin's hand away, while saying, "What are you doing, what if you left him there alone and something happened?"
"Shh!" Wei Lin slowed down, and Zhao Zhinan followed the two of them. Wei Lin looked at the two of them, then looked at Jia Da's back, and explained in a low voice, "If he wants to be alone, let him He's alone, don't worry, let's just hide and accompany him quietly, it's all men, he was embarrassed to cry when we were there."
"He won't cry." Jiang also said, "He hasn't cried since he woke up."
Wei Lin pulled Jiang Ye and Zhao Zhinan, and the three of them hid behind a big tree in the jungle and sat down. As soon as they sat down, the three heard Jia Da's heart-wrenching cry.
"It's my fault, I'm not qualified to be your eldest brother..." Jiang could also vaguely hear a few words, and Jia Da cried and shouted.
It turned out that as Wei Lin said, Jia Da didn't dare to cry when they were beside them.
He whispered: "Everyone is dead, so embarrassed to cry?"
Wei Lin shook his head, his tone was also a little depressed, and explained to Jiang also: "If he cried just now, you must comfort him."
"nature."
"But what if he doesn't want to be comforted?" Wei Lin asked back.
Jiang also looked at him, waiting for the next paragraph.
"People are alive, happiness and sadness are all there, and they cannot be avoided. Sometimes, it's good to vent this emotion, but if someone else comforts it, isn't it like forcing others to take it in?" Wei Lin said. , "As a friend, I always hope that he will be well. But if I hope this trivial matter can't be realized, then I can just open my mouth and talk about it. But he can realize it. If he doesn't realize it, it's his fault. So, You comfort Jia Da and tell him not to cry. If he still wants to cry, is it not his fault? But he is not wrong. My good brother is dead, who doesn't want to cry."
"That's not true," Jiang also retorted. "Even if I comfort him, he still cries, and I won't blame him."
"But he treats you as a brother, so naturally he doesn't want you to worry."
When Zhao Zhinan heard this, he nodded and said, "I think Big Brother Wei is quite right. Sometimes it's like this. When others comfort you, if you don't listen to the comfort, you always feel sorry for others, and it will be even more uncomfortable."
"… "
Jiang couldn't help but reflect. He didn't agree with this principle, but he couldn't pick the wrong one. He thought that if he was uncomfortable, someone would come to comfort him, which would naturally be a heart-warming good thing.
Wei Lin guessed that he still didn't understand, and said: "If I die, you feel uncomfortable and want to cry, but Jiang Min comforts you and tells you not to cry. You cry, Jiang Min feels uncomfortable when he sees you crying, look at him You feel even more uncomfortable, does that mean you can't cry anymore?"
Jiang Ye didn't understand a word, he just understood "want to cry", and got the wrong point: "I won't cry even if you die."
"Go, go, don't cry if you don't cry, superficial brother."
Jia Da's heart-wrenching cries continued for a while before gradually getting smaller.
The three did not speak, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Wei Lin looked up at the sky, only to see the orange sunset in the sky, and guessed that it would be dark in a while.
Jia Er's death is reasonable, but unexpected. Everyone knew that fighting could lead to death, but everyone avoided thinking about what would happen if their brother died. But it’s not that if you don’t think about it, it won’t happen, so you’re still caught off guard when it happens.
"People, being strong is for others to see. If others can't see it, there is no need to be strong." Wei Lin sighed.
Jiang Ye felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but not to the point of crying. He looked at Jia Da's back, twitching from time to time, knowing that he was silent now, because he was tired of crying.
He kept looking at Jia Da, but Jia Da suddenly stood up, bowed deeply towards Jia Er's humble tomb, then turned and walked towards them.
"Jia Da is here!" Jiang also hurriedly said.
Wei Lin and Zhao Zhinan quickly got up, and the three quickly withdrew.