Fan Yin rushed forward, hugged the tombstone, and tried to pull it up with force. However, with the power of the nine ox and two tigers, the tombstone had not moved. The tombstone was erected by Mu Ren of the Northern Tang Dynasty. At that time, he rushed to the Youren Village from Dongling North. It was too late. He was so sad and angry that he erected this monument for the fifth couple. How capable was Mu Ren of the Northern Tang Dynasty? How could others easily shake the tomb of his brothers?

Fanyin cried and pulled out while pulling out, and finally crawled on the ground and dug the cemetery with his hands.

"No, my dad won't die! My mom won't die!" Fanyin stared at her eyes, forcing a force to dig continuously with her soft little hands. She worked hard and was crazy, digging out two meters of deep pits.

As soon as she stopped her fingertips, she touched something soft. She wiped her tears and looked at her. The light pink sleeves were covered with dust, her fingers were ulcerated, and a delicate golden ring with bonds was worn on her ring finger. It was made by her father for her mother.

"Mom..." Fanyin's voice trembled timidly, and tears fell down. She stretched out her bloody little hand and gently touched her mother's arm. It was her mother's arm, and even if it changed, it was her arm. Fanyin could no longer bear it. With a bang, she fell to the ground and burst into tears.

"And dad...and dad...where is dad..." Fan Yin's head pressed against the ground, his body was arched, his whole body was stiff, and his hands were still digging. But after digging for a long time, he still couldn't find it.

Fanyin sobbed and silently said, "Dad..." Dad died with Lingmei. He penetrated his body and was gone where there were any remains.

Thinking of this, Fanyin wailed to the sky, and a slutty and broken voice burst out from her chest, heart-wrenching pain. She roared, as if she was about to scream her throat and her body. Fanyin cried so hard that she was about to die, but she kept on her eyes, her eyes glaring at the sky, and her voice was ruthless. I don’t know how long it took, but she was as angry as if she was dying.

Hongluan was so anxious that she flew around the Fanyin, and she kept crying.

Suddenly, a hand passed by Fanyin, slowly covering her eyes.

The darkness in front of Fanyin's eyes was suddenly blocked, and her voice slowly slowed down. Another hand was brought up, wrapping her shoulders from behind, allowing Fanyin to lean on him.

Slowly, a mellow spiritual power slowly extended from her side. From the earth to the sky, an infinitely expanded defensive barrier surrounded her, a radius of hundreds of meters, separated the extremely painful dark night, and the world of Fanyin quieted down.

She sat on the ground, panting, leaning against the man. The man was not much taller than her, but his backbone was straight, and it was Bei Tang Beiming who came. In this way, the two children depended on each other all night.

In the early morning, the sun rose. Bei Ming still didn't dare to let go. He was wet with tears all night and his hands had just dried up. Suddenly, his palms felt itchy. It turned out that Fan Yin was blinking, and his slender eyelashes stroked across his palms.

Fan Yin leaned against Bei Ming, looked at the sun rising in front of him, and grinned down. He leaned behind him again, Bei Ming's silk was not moving.

After a while, Bei Ming turned to look at her. Fan Yin subconsciously wanted to hide aside. But next to her was her mother's arm and Lei Luo's arm. When she touched her, she felt a palpitation in her heart and shivered suddenly.

"I'll help you settle them, okay?" Bei Ming whispered from the side. His originally cold and handsome face has now become very gentle. He is a twelve-year-old child who is the same as that.

Fanyin lowered her head, not knowing where to look. Beiming slowly reached her hand in front of her, Hongluan stood on his palm, raised her head, and looked at Fanyin worriedly. Fanyin looked at Hongluan, and for a long time, he pressed his head against Hongluan's little head. The fiery red phoenix standing above Hongluan's head was put away and whisked down.

Two burning tears fell out of Hongluan's eyes and dripped on Beiming's hand. Fanyin looked down at it and cried, and the cold tears also fell on Beiming's hand. Fanyin nodded.

Beiming helped Fan Yin fill in the cemetery of his parents and erected Lei Luo's tombstone next to him.

"I want to go home..." In the past ten days, Fanyin took the initiative to speak for the first time and said what he wanted to say.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." Bei Ming replied.

Fanyin barely stood up, but staggered a few more steps, and was about to fall. Before she could stand firm, Bei Ming had already leaned over and carried her on his back.

"Walk to this side?" he asked. Fanyin found that he could not hear it, so he lay on Bei Ming's back, opened his mouth, and after a while, he reached out and pointed the direction for Bei Ming.

Bei Ming was looking for Fanyin on the dilapidated path with Fanyin on his back. Fanyin turned his head back and forth, looking around, the house collapsed, and there was no way, and there was no way left, but there was no way left. Finally, Fanyin buried his head in Beiming's back and cried again.

Beiming asked in a low voice: "Hongluan, is it here?"

Hongluan flew down from Fanyin's head and helped Beiming lead the way in front. Beiming stopped in front of a collapsed hut. Without seeing Fanyin's movement, Beiming walked towards the ruins with her on her back.

He lowered his head and searched, and found a photo under a pile of rubble. Bei Ming leaned over and picked it up. There was a little girl and her parents on it. Bei Ming suddenly felt extremely sad and tears fell down. He held up his back hard, and he carried the Fanyin more stably. He carefully lifted up every piece of gravel.

Fanyin slowly stood up from Beiming's back, and Beiming put her down and handed her the photo. Fanyin looked at it, put the photo on her chest, and then turned to the ruins. Beiming and she looked for it separately and picked up a photo. There was a boy on it, looking a few years older than him, with a little girl sitting on her shoulder, smiling happily.

The two children remained silent in the ruins, searching for a whole day without eating or drinking. In the evening, the autumn wind blew slightly and it was a little cool. Fanyin ran over from a distance and approached Beiming. She was a little scared. Seeing her breathing rapidly and her eyes flashed, Beiming pulled her little hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm there." Fanyin nodded and approached him a little closer.

"Do you want to eat?" Bei Ming asked in a low voice, not sure if she could hear it. Fanyin didn't respond.

"Do you want to take a rest?" Bei Ming tentatively said again.

"Do you want to sit for a while?" Bei Ming tilted his head and looked at her. "Do you want... to drink water?" After a long time, he thought of this sentence. Fanyin nodded.

"Uh... I didn't bring a kettle..." Bei Ming suddenly said in a daze. "I'll go and scoop some for you, wait." Bei Ming said as he was about to leave. Fanyin suddenly followed two steps forward and grabbed the corner of his clothes, his little hands trembling.

"I'll take you with me."
Chapter completed!