Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

At this time, Xiao Lingchen rushed over, his face full of anxiety, and he stammered, "Brother...Brother, you...save...him..."

Since he had not spoken for many years, Xiao Lingchen's language expression was a little not smooth, but Jiang Jiyuan and others could still barely understand what he meant.

It was obvious that the "he" Xiao Lingchen was referring to was the person who was being rescued.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all understood Xiao Lingchen's request, but they were powerless to do anything.

The specific medicine has been given to the doctors, and the current situation seems to be beyond their control.

Zhang An lowered his voice and cautiously asked Jiang Wenming, "Can that medicine really cure it?"

Jiang Wenming knew what he was talking about and turned to look at Jiang Jiyuan, whose face was flushed.

He sighed helplessly and replied, "Xiao Yuan only took a tiny amount of medicine, the size of a rapeseed. If it weren't for Mr. Zhu's acupuncture and ice compresses, plus his good physical condition, he would have exploded and died long ago."

After a pause, he continued, "That man's body is too weak, and his head was suffocated by the impact. He simply can't withstand the effects of the medicine. What's worse is that without Mr. Zhu's help, even if he takes the medicine, he will definitely die."

Jiang Wenming muttered to himself, he really couldn't understand what kind of medicine his niece was making, and she actually made such a big pill.

If the dosage cannot be accurately controlled, it will be difficult to say whether the medicine will save lives or kill people.

Xiao Lingchen knew very well that his request was a bit too much. After all, they had tried their best, and he could only turn around and leave in frustration.

Xiaotian noticed that Xiao Lingchen was a little unsteady when he walked, so he hurried forward to support him.

Xiaotian sighed helplessly, then squatted down, picked up Xiao Lingchen and walked towards the tent not far away.

The next morning, when Jiang Jiyun slowly woke up, she found that she was the only one left in the tent.

She stretched, then walked into the space to wash up, and then walked out of the tent.

As soon as Jiang Jiyun went out, he saw his uncle and Peng Yongyan not far from the door.

She looked up at the sky curiously and found that the sun had not yet risen. She asked in confusion, "Uncle, why are you all up so early? The sun hasn't even risen yet, and my brothers have already gone to work?"

Jiang Wenming, who was concentrating on mending clothes, heard Jiang Jiyun's voice and turned around to look at her.

He replied, "Your brother took Zhang An and Chen Meng into the city, saying he was going to find a way to bring that Qiu back."

Peng Yongyan came over and handed Jiang Jiyun two vegetable cakes, explaining with a smile, "Everyone else went to the deserted village to clean up the house, and Xiao Lingchen went with them to bury his friend."

Jiang Jiyun asked in confusion, "Who are you burying? Which friend? Wasn't he fine yesterday?"

Jiang Wenming told her everything that happened last night. When Jiang Jiyun heard that it was suicide, she didn't say anything and just lowered her head and ate the cake in silence.

Normal people can't survive in this war, let alone people who have lost their limbs. They may have survived until now because they are unwilling to accept it.

Now that their revenge has been achieved, they may commit suicide in order to avoid dragging down their companions.

Jiang Jiyun followed her uncle and the others to the vicinity of the deserted village, where they saw two new graves. She saw Xiao Lingchen sitting in front of one of the graves with red eyes.

"Why...why? It was so hard...so hard...to get through it."

"I...I will support...support you..."

"Why...why did you throw us down?"

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Jiang Jiyun and the other three stood quietly behind Xiao Lingchen, listening to him crying and telling every word, without interrupting him or leaving.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a long time, Jiang Wenming finally couldn't help but walked forward.

He comforted them softly, "Don't cry, they just went to another world where there is no illness or suffering. They are healthy and have all their limbs intact. They will definitely live happily there."

Xiao Lingchen did not stop crying. His hand slowly reached out to the grave, as if he wanted to touch the person inside.

He murmured to himself, "Over the past few years...we have always been...encouraging and helping each other..."

His voice trembled as he recalled those difficult days.

"When I went to find someone... to save them, they didn't believe me... and they almost beat me to death."

Xiao Lingchen's tears flowed out like a flood, and his body trembled slightly because of crying.

"No one believed me, so I had to find a solution on my own. I stayed away from those people and looked for food. We finally made it through, so why did he have to die? Wuwuwu..."

Jiang Jiyun slowly squatted down and said to the person in front of him, "He must miss his parents very much. Didn't you say before that his parents have passed away? Maybe now, his family has been reunited in heaven."

After hearing this, Xiao Lingchen slowly turned his head, stared at Jiang Jiyun, and asked softly, "The sky? Sister Yun, do you mean he turned into a star too?"

Jiang Jiyun smiled and nodded, explaining, "Yes, my mother and many relatives and friends have passed away. Whenever I miss them, I look up at the starry sky at night. If a star suddenly twinkles, I think they must be missing me too."

Xiao Lingchen listened to Jiang Jiyun's words thoughtfully, then turned his head and looked at the ten people sitting not far away.

He noticed that they were also looking at him with worried eyes, as if they were silently concerned about his emotions.

Jiang Jiyun also followed Xiao Lingchen's gaze. After seeing those people, she quickly said to Xiao Lingchen, "Look, you still have so many companions waiting for you there. You must support each other and live a good life together in the future."

Xiao Lingchen took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

He once again cast his gaze towards the new grave and said firmly, "We will definitely live well and watch for Brother Zhen and the others how the Japanese are defeated and destroyed."

Jiang Wenming smiled and stretched out his hand, gently pulling them both up. He said gently, "Okay, stop dawdling. Let's go see how the house is doing."

"If everything is almost packed, we'll go to the city this afternoon to buy some daily necessities so they can move in smoothly."

Jiang Jiyun stood aside, his eyes fixed on them, thinking secretly in his heart.

She wanted to leave them more money, but she was also worried that having money in the hands of her teenage children would cause unnecessary trouble.

So, she silently planned in her mind how to properly arrange the money so that the children would have enough living expenses without attracting the covetousness of others.

Jiang Jiyun said, "Uncle, I have an idea. Why don't we take Xiao Lingchen with us when we go to the city this time? I can take him to meet Uncle Yan and Mr. Qi and let him get to know them. If they encounter any difficulties in the future, they can also ask these two for help."