Chapter 79:

Jia Er was finally buried in the dense forest when they were ambushing. The pits dug by Wei Lin and Zhao Zhinan and the soil filled by them. Jia Da has been confusing some words and phrases that he can't even understand. Anyway, he can't understand what he's talking about. Jia Da didn't want to talk to others. Many unfinished words.
But what can be said?
No one dared to talk much, only quietly let Jia Er settle down.
Just a dirt bag, Wei Lin always felt like a grave. There will be a stele where people's graves are engraved, with the name engraved on it, and the name of the person who established the stele. He didn't know what was said in it. It was like a rodeo if he wasn't allowed. He always wrote a name before acknowledging 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 well, so as not to let the lonely spirits and bullies bully him.
Sitting in front of the earth bag, Jia Da kept whispering softly. Zhao Zhinan filled the earth bag and knelt down in front of the earth bag. He was about to worship, and Wei Lin suddenly reached out to stop him: "Wait, wait, you can't just worship."
Zhao Zhinan puzzled: "I can't buy incense here ..."
"I don't mean that, then give Jia Erli a stele." Wei Lin explained, "We must be able to fix the stone, just the wood, you go to cut the tree, I will smooth it out, let it be Lettering. "
Jiang also had some doubts about this: "Why am I lettering?"
Wei Lin lowered his voice and whispered: "It should be written by relatives, but look at Jia Da like that, if the words look good, I will say that there must be no work."
Jiang Yeben stood aside. He heard that he looked down at Jia Da with his eyes down. He was as if he had lost his soul. Now he certainly can't do anything he does. Wei Lin makes sense. But Jiang did n’t even have funerals, and did n’t know how to do it. He asked,
Who did you have funerals? Or do you follow the rules? I ’m afraid that we ’ll be messed up and not good for the dead.

Wei Lin shook his head: "I've been to the funeral house to beg for me ..."
"You can do it." Jiang also gave him a disgusted look, and then looked at Zhao Zhinan with some expectation, "What about you?"
Zhao Zhinan also shook his head: "I used to do it in my neighbor's house. My father and mother were there. Grandpa and grandma had gone long ago. I don't know ..."
Jiang was also helpless, sighing for a long time, but Zhao Zhinan said again: "But that's probably what happened, wearing filial pie, wearing filial pie, and so on."
"Dai Xiao must be Jia Dalai, but now there are no conditions." Wei Lin frowned and said, "Let's do this first, let's go to cut down a tree, and you are here to accompany Jia Da."
"Okay." Jiang nodded and agreed.
Wei Lin and the two acted very quickly. Within half an hour, they really made a piece of wood that was flat and even, and gave it to Jiang Ye. Wei Lin also added a sentence when he gave him: "Writing is cultural."
"Oh, good." Jiang also lowered his head, took the wood, and casually found a tree and sat down. Wei Lin also gave him a dagger very intimately to avoid the inconvenience of a long knife.
It took a lot of time for the lettering to work, and it took Jiang one hour to get it right.
He shook the sawdust left on the wooden sign cleanly and looked up. Jia Da was still sitting on the ground. Zhao Zhinan and Wei Lin were a little farther apart. The two of them squatted on the ground and did not speak. They looked like It's their own thinking.
Jiang also stood up, only to realize that his hands were sour. He took a wooden sign and walked to Wei Lin lightly and handed it to Wei Lin: "Hey, get it done."
Wei Lin came back to him at once, took the wooden sign and took a look at it.
The wooden sign is engraved with four simple words: "Jia Erzhi's Tomb". That word is also engraved with frizziness, which is not pretty at all. He looked at it a bit disgustedly, and Chong Jiang also whispered: "You are too ugly at this moment ..."
"You do what you want." Jiang Ye was calm, anyway, Wei Lin wouldn't re-engrave him if he criticized him. Besides, writing is good-looking, and it ’s totally different from engraving. He can write, but he never said that he can write.
Wei Lin had no choice but to ask him to make another one, he might not be better than this. No way, he could only get up with a wooden sign and walk to the small earth bag where Jia Er was buried. Zhao Zhinan followed the past and took the lead in digging a small hole in front of the earth bag. Wei Lin put the sign in and filled the soil.
Jia Er's tomb is finished.
Wei Lin walked beside Jia Da and patted his shoulder lightly, unable to say a word of comfort.
It was Zhao Zhinan who knelt down in front of Jia Er's grave naturally.
"Brother, go all the way!" He said, clenching his fists in both hands, and prayed to the wooden sign. Wei Lin looked at him and walked over to learn what Zhao Zhinan looked like, saying, "Big Brother Wei will take good care of you in the afterlife."
Although Jiang also feels weird about clenching his fists with his hands, in this situation, everything is simple and simple. He knelt down beside him: "You rest in peace ..."
These words are weak, and they are perfunctory.
But Jiang also felt a thousand words in his heart for a time. It didn't feel good to pick and choose. In the end, a thousand words came to his mouth, which became these simple four words.
Perhaps this was not the case for Jia Er alone.
Whether before or this time, too many people died on the battlefield. Like once
Lin Zuo, who lived together for a while, did not know where to go after the Battle of Hanzhou, and most of them were dead. The people they met on the road from the army, no matter if they were enemies or friends, could not say that they would die one day, and maybe they would not even be able to enter the earth for peace, and they could only be cremated in the mass graves. Who could say "rest" at the time?
I don't know whether this worship is to appease the soul under the sword, or to appease the living heart.
After a long while, Jia Da, who always seemed to be sad and unclear, suddenly said: "Go back to the camp first, I will definitely come back before dark."
Zhao Zhinan is a rectum, and immediately said, "I don't worry that you are here alone."
"Yeah, the dead are dead, don't torture yourself." Jiang also comforted.
Wei Lin didn't speak, Jia Da shook his head and said again: "Go back first, I'll be alone for a while."
What Zhao Zhinan wanted to say, Jiang also looked at Wei Lin-Jia Da has always listened to Wei Lin. At this moment, letting Jia Da alone watch here, I am a little afraid that Jia Da could not think about it, or what dangers he might encounter.
But Wei Lin said: "Go, let him be alone." "But ..." Jiang also wanted to say something, Wei Lin took his hand and dragged it 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 again on Jia's shoulder, and followed.
Going out a little distance, Jiang began to struggle. He wanted to shake off Wei Lin's hand and said, "What are you doing, what if you leave him alone and have an accident?"
"Hush!" Wei Lin slowed down, and Zhao Zhinan followed them. Wei Lin looked at the two, and then looked at Jia Da's back over there, explaining in a low voice: "He wants to be alone, just let He was alone, and he did n’t worry that we were hiding and staying with him. They were all men, and we were so embarrassed to cry there.

"He won't cry." Jiang also said, "He didn't cry anymore after he woke up."
Wei Lin took Jiang Ye and led Zhao Zhinan. The three of them hid behind a big tree in the jungle and sat down. As soon as they sat down, the three heard the cry of Jia Da tears.
"I'm not good, I'm not qualified to be your elder brother ..." Jiang Ye could also hear a few words, Jia Da crying out.
It turned out that as Wei Lin said, they were beside, and da da didn't dare to cry.
He asked in a low voice: "Everyone is dead, so sorry to cry?"
Wei Lin shook his head, and his mood was somewhat depressed. He also explained to Jiang: "If he cried just now, you must comfort him."
"natural."
"But what if he doesn't want to be comforted?" Wei Lin asked rhetorically.
Jiang also looked at him, waiting for the following.
"Well, if you are alive, you can be happy and sad, and you can't avoid it. Sometimes, it's good to let this emotion out, but if someone else comforts it, isn't it like forcing others to accept this emotion?" Wei Lin said , "As a friend, I always hope he is good. But I hope that if this can not be achieved, it is just to open his mouth to talk about it, but he can achieve it. If he does not realize it, he is wrong. So, You comfort Jia Da so that he should n’t cry, he ’s still crying, but he ’s not wrong? But he ’s not wrong, good brother is dead, who does n’t want to cry.

"It's not the reason," Jiang retorted. "Even if I'm comforted, he still cries, and I won't blame him."
"But he treats you as a brother, naturally he doesn't want to worry you."
When Zhao Zhinan heard this, he nodded and said, "I think Brother Wei is right. Sometimes this is the case. Others comfort you. If you don't listen to comfort, you always feel sorry for others, and it's even more uncomfortable."
"..."
Jiang couldn't help reflecting. He did not agree with this principle, but he did not make mistakes. He thought that if he was uncomfortable, someone would come to comfort him.
Wei Lin estimated that he hadn't understood it yet, and said, "If I die, you feel uncomfortable and want to cry, but Jiang Dan comforts you so that you don't cry. You cried, Jiang Dan looked at you crying and felt sad, you look at him You feel even more uncomfortable. Does it feel like you ca n’t cry anymore? "
Jiang Ye didn't understand a word, so he understood a "want to cry" and caught the wrong key at once: "I won't cry even if you die."
"Walk and go, if you don't cry, don't cry, you are brother."
Jia Da's heart-breaking cry continued for a while before it gradually subsided.
The three did not speak, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Wei Lin looked up at the sky and saw the orange sunset on the horizon. He felt that it was going to be dark after a while.
Jia Er's death was unexpected in reason. Everyone knows that it is possible to die in war, but everyone avoids thinking about what happens when the brothers around die. But it's not that it won't happen if you don't think about it.
"Human, strength is for others to see, others can't see it, there is no need to be strong." Wei Lin sighed.
Jiang was actually very uncomfortable in his heart, but he wouldn't cry that way. He looked at Jia Da's back and twitched from time to time, knowing that he was silent now and was crying.
He kept looking at Jia Da, but Jia Da suddenly stood up, bowed deeply towards Jia Er's humble grave, then turned and walked towards them.
"Jia Da is here!" Jiang also said quickly.
Wei Lin and Zhao Zhinan got up quickly, and the three quickly evacuated.