Chapter 202: The Rosary Waters Our Fields with the Dirty Blood of the Wicked
There was no blizzard, the temperature was warming up, and there were still traces of melted snow on the cemetery, but this did not stop people from coming to see him off wearing thick fleece rain boots.
What was once the front line is now the rear.
The vehicle pulling the coffin was borrowed from the military. The wheels were tied with anti-skid chains, which made a clanging sound as it moved, making a musical sound.
Tombstones were erected one after another, and the coffin shop owners and their husbands were busy running around.
They took the relatives of the deceased through the maze-like paths, looking for the most special person among the neat and ordinary tombstones. "Here he is, your lover, our good neighbor, Mr. Jin Gong."
This is the 76th funeral held today.
They only had twenty minutes to pay their respects because there were people queuing to enter and they had to control the flow of people.
The priest held the Bible and read the words of death. He was not very fluent in reading and stumbled over the words, causing everyone to look up.
Someone nearby explained in a low voice: "This is a trainee priest."
"What about the formal one?"
"Here, it is, right at your feet."
The man quickly turned around and greeted another tombstone, "Amitabha."
The surviving priest in front heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.
Not all mourners were religious, and many of those at the grave were not baptized. But at a moment like this, having a decent person standing here praying can bring some comfort.
“…May you have full feathers in your next life, spread your wings and fly again.”
Closing the book, the priest completed his task and rushed to the next prayer.
At this time, he was stopped by the coffin shop owner.
The shy middle-aged man dressed all in black squeezed out of the crowd, holding on to his hat that was about to fall off, followed by his lively wife.
"Father, please stay," the boss straightened his hat and explained his purpose. "I want to ask you about someone. I wonder if you have seen his tombstone when you walked around the cemeteries these days."
Facing the priest's inquiring expression, the proprietress of Fengyeying added: "It was the drunkard, the drunkard, who booked a coffin at our house. But he didn't leave a contact person, and we haven't heard from him since. I don't know if he is..."
The leaf warbler lowered his voice and did not utter the cruel word.
The priest runs around all day long and is considered to be the go-to person for information here.
He recalled the various rumors he had heard at the funeral recently, and suddenly said:
"Oh, him. He's not here."
The couple looked at him nervously, "Which cemetery is it?"
The priest smiled for the first time today: "He was transferred to the second field hospital because of his serious injuries."
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The field hospital is close to the salt-alkali beach, and the wards have large clear windows, through which one can enjoy the high clouds over the sea and the golden corona anytime and anywhere.
The howling tide hit the shore, wetting the seabirds flying in the wind, making their feathers sparkle.
Outside the corridor window, dozens of seagulls flew across the waves and circled towards the coastline. They passed through the friendly-enemy scanning array, dived into the open window, opened the door and walked out, they had turned into a group of young people with gray-silver hair and freckles.
"Where is our boss?"
"He's in the ICU."
“I heard the food there is very bad.”
"It's all right. The sailor will feed him bread crumbs."
The brothers came to the intensive care unit with a lot of noise, and waved excitedly through the glass, with different levels of silliness on their faces. "Boss, your treatment cabin is made of transparent laser quicksand."
"Idiot, this is a healing ray!" Kidd cursed inside.
After finally driving them away, Kidd lay back down exhausted. By the time he had a good sleep, a new occupant had moved to the bed next to him.
Kidd listened attentively for a while. The nurse was telling the man not to eat:
"The artificial stomach and intestines that have just been replaced need to be treated with medicine before they can be used. You won't be given any food today. Also, we have taken your cells and are preparing to grow new digestive organs. You will be back to normal in half a year at the latest."
Replacing an organ is indeed a major operation.
The man next door said: "Thank you. My medical insurance card number is..."
Nurse: "The account is under Commander Bai's name."
The wineskin slept here all night. When he woke up the next day, he found that the baffle wall next door had rolled down and his fellow patients were looking at him.
He had just undergone a major surgery to replace his original external artificial stomach and intestines with an internal simulated organ that cost more than ten times the price. Now, he needs to undergo a week of anti-rejection treatment to adapt to this new, expensive organ. Then prepare for the transplantation of fleshy organs.
You cannot eat during this time. He should have been weak due to hunger, but after looking at the scenery in front of the window for a while, he felt much better.
Even when the person in the next bed tried to chat with him, he only responded in a vague manner.
"...You are a drunkard? Hahaha," Kidd laughed, "I used to have a nickname called rice bag. Unfortunately, I can't eat anymore. I have cancer."
"You have cancer?" Jiunang straightened up in a daze. He looked at the seagull again, and there was no sign of illness on the other side.
Kidd shrugged, "Yeah, it was in the late stages before, but now it's not alive and kicking."
Jiunang felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a moment.
At noon, when visiting time came, a gentle and amiable young man came to see him with a puppy. The sailor put the meal on the table and complained softly as he fed her:
"You can't be picky about food. The doctor said you need to eat more vegetables. And don't eat things like French fries during the two days of treatment, otherwise I'll be worried."
"Okay, okay." Kidd was in a rare good mood and agreed to his request.
There were people coming and going outside the corridor, it was more lively than before. Jiunan couldn't sit still on the bed, so he got down and walked around slowly.
The medical level here is better than I expected, and light activities after surgery are not difficult.
Kidd saw the forbidden ring exposed on the sleeve of his hospital gown, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is your husband dead?"
"Um."
"How did he die?"
Jiunan's answer was brief but comprehensive: "He was a gigolo, he cheated on me, he cheated on me when I was stationed outside, and later he used my savings to gamble, he beat me up, and I killed him in return."
Perhaps he was in a good mood today, so he added a few more words: "The lawyer said that I acted in self-defense, and according to the Imperial Omega Protection Act, I can be found not guilty."
"But they changed my sentence and sent me somewhere else..."
Ignoring laws and regulations, rituals and music collapsed.
The empire had been rotten to the core when no one cared about it.
"You have a really good temper then." Kidd said vaguely while swallowing chicken breast, "If my partner dared to cheat on me, I would not forgive him from the beginning."
The empty bowl fell to the ground and the sailor hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Kidd looked over with an ambiguous look.
The sailor raised his face, touched the back of his head, and smiled innocently: "Look at me, so clumsy."
Hearing the noise, Jiunan habitually looked at the sailor and surprisingly found that this alpha looked familiar.
He thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "You look a lot like someone I've met. Last year, I ran into an alpha next to the restroom at Duke Swordfish's cocktail party. He looked a lot like you. The gill lines on your necks are both forked, which is not common. It seems to be some kind of genetic trait."
The blood vessels in the sailor's limbs froze. His breathing was hard, and his breath was suddenly suppressed in his chest. The abnormal circulation of blood made his face turn pale.
Although Kidd is face-blind, he can tell that something is wrong with the sailor. He turned his head and explained lightly:
"You must be mistaken. He only had one brother, and he died a long time ago. Isn't that right, Anatole?"
The sailor moved his limbs, picked up a rag, and wiped the non-existent dirt on the table. He turned his back and answered: "...Yes, my poor brother, he died of illness. I handled the body myself. I must have made a mistake."
The wineskin noticed the word "deal with" keenly.
This is not very brotherly.
But the thick-skinned Kidd seemed unaware of it and just let him out and told him to wash the dishes.
When the nurse came to check on the ward in the afternoon and called the name of the patient in the next bed, Jiunang then remembered where he had seen Seagull - on the Empire's wanted list of pirates.
If he had not killed her husband, he would have been ordered by his superiors to participate in the bandit suppression mission in Jinjing as a ship commander.
He and the seagull should have been in a hostile relationship.
But now, by some coincidence, Bai Ling arranged for them to sleep in the same high-end ward.
They are of different classes and have different positions, but they are all Bai Ling’s “friends”.
Jiu Nang suddenly felt his throat dry, and the previously congested breath rushed up his throat to his nasal cavity. He quickly lowered his head and walked into the bathroom against the light. The smell of disinfectant was a bit irritating to the eyes. He rubbed his eyelids and slowly leaned his back against the white bathroom cabinet, putting his weight on it.
The space in a field hospital is limited, and the general-level wards are just a little bigger and have more complete facilities. But compared to the dormitory bed that Jiunang had lived in before in a small hospital with simple conditions, the conditions here are much better.
He even had his own wash cupboard with his personal belongings.
In addition to here, there are also some in the cabinet outside.
Jiunan had no idea how the cripple could find time out of his busy schedule to have someone search the building that had half of it blown up to find his old things and send them over. How he wiped off the dust, washed it, and stuffed it within his reach.
It's not such a great favor.
It is silent.
But it made Jiunan feel vaguely that he treated me as a human being.
The military is a place where individuality is erased, especially in an imperial context.
There are many Eagle Omegas joining the army. It seems glamorous, but it is actually dull and restrictive. They are obedient, submissive, and rigid. They are cold and hard guns on the battlefield and demand to be docile sheep at home.
Marriage is necessary. Because both your boss and subordinates will use different reasons to persuade you, "Match with an alpha, it will make your estrus more stable. And you often go on business trips, and having someone stay at home will make your life more comfortable."
They say that you are an omega, and only with a spouse will it be easier for you to go out and develop your career.
Other colleagues did the same thing, and he agreed. The match result was not surprising, it was an aristocratic class.
At that time, he had just been promoted for his meritorious service and seemed to have a bright future. There were even rumors that if he was lucky, he might succeed the position of Golden Eagle Marshal in twenty years.
Others were also optimistic about his marriage, "You are a civilian officer, and he is a noble. You are a strong combination. When you get promoted, your husband's family will also help you."
Everything is going according to plan.
It is the army's combat weapon and a killing tool that does not require expensive oils and fats for maintenance. He seems to have a need to meet the relevant needs of the organization.
Even after taking off his military uniform, he was not treated as a human being.
Jiunan slowly squatted down with the help of the wall, opened the cabinet below, took out an inconspicuous small box, and picked out the iron sheet stuck to the bottom from under the gray button piece.
He put it in his pocket, went out to find a coat and put it on, then walked out aimlessly.
The door slid open, revealing a strange array of people in the corridor. They did not have the neatness that could be smelled as soon as one walked into the Imperial Military, nor did they have their hair combed back and done meticulously, nor did they have disguise or numbness.
The wounded soldiers spoke with different accents and had different faces; some were grimacing in pain, while others were laughing heartily.
Cry loudly, laugh loudly, everyone comes alive.
The wineskin passed among them, inconspicuous.
Their internal composition is completely different. There are militias, mercenaries, and middle-class people from good backgrounds, but there is no clear class distinction. They do salute their superiors, but it is out of genuine respect, and their shining eyes prove that they do it willingly.
Jiunang recalled the conversation he had with his companions at the base many years ago.
My companions said that when a soldier joins the army, he is entrusting his life to his superiors.
"Man, it's so important to choose a good commander."
A qualified commander can reduce the mortality rate. Every decision he makes determines the future of his soldiers.
Whether it is a miserable death or a glorious sacrifice, the honor and disgrace of a soldier depends on the decision of his superiors.
Jiunan asked, how to distinguish between good and bad?
His companion slyly told him to look at his subordinates.
A good commander makes every one of his subordinates shine in their own way.
But if you follow the wrong superior, it is another form of trusting the wrong person.
He slipped out of the hospital among the crowd, a wisp of wind blowing into the gap of his collar. He tightened his coat and walked along the street.
But in just a few days, the snow had melted away.
The wind blowing from afar has a hint of raw earthy smell, which is the unique smell of plants breaking through the soil and growing in spring.
This road leads to the park, and the shop doors that were once closed are now open. The army used them as temporary supply distribution points. The people queuing up had rosy faces, and it was obvious that they had eaten well in the past two days.
The homeless sheds in the park had long been collapsed by the snow, so they were simply dismantled and simple houses were built using boards.
People lived and cooked there. The nearby soil was heated by the firewood, and a circle of small flowers grew around the stove. Many of the residents who were passing by holding food had such flowers pinned on their chests.
Walking through the park, Jiunang arrived in front of the building where he used to rent.
Most of the building collapsed, leaving a huge crater.
But he inexplicably believed that after two spring rains, the pit would be filled with wild roses, very small, from the Rosaceae family, tough and thorny.
After walking for a while, Jiunang felt tired, and a taxi stopped and asked him where he was going.
"It's free, come on up."
The driver knocked on the door enthusiastically and told him that people all over the city were now spontaneously driving their cars to help transport the military volunteers.
His car is no exception. You can take him to the front to have a look.
Jiunan sat in the car, and the official news of the empire was playing on the driver's car radio.
The anchor did his best to denounce: "Bai Ling and Isu Paraiso, they are committing heinous crimes against humanity. They are using ideological weapons to deceive you!"
The driver curled his lips and said, "I don't know what ideological weapons are. I only know that the ham bread distributed to me smells delicious."
He made a left turn, steered the car, and stopped near the city's newly built fortifications.
Passing through the busy streets, the wine bag stumbled forward against the wind. His steps were uncontrollable, his eyes fixed on the high wall in front of him, and he didn't even notice that his coat had fallen off.
When he walked over, someone had already pressed the headset to inform him, so he had no obstruction and went all the way to the wall and climbed up the stairs.
When he was on the last floor, a hand reached out to him for support. Jiunan raised his head and saw the lame man smiling at him:
"The coats are gone."
As he said this, he picked up the coat from the subordinate behind him, dusted it off, and put it on him.
It's really the treatment of friends.
Standing on the city wall, someone walked past Bai Ling and came to shake his hand, "Hello."
It was Marshal Savoy II.
After Sava shook hands, he turned to Bai Ling and said nostalgically, "He was my senior, six years older than me. When he came back to school, I went to receive him on behalf of the students."
Bai Ling smiled at Jiu Nang and said, "You have acquaintances here too."
The hollow shell was filled.
He was like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz, who received a heart from the Wizard of Oz. The hot furnace beats, driving blood to wash his limbs. He subconsciously wanted to cover the dangling artificial stomach, but inadvertently hugged himself.
It turned out that the ruptured belly had been sewn up, and all traces of the pain, the splashing, and the humiliation had been removed, and returned safely to their original places along with the tightly sewn skin and flesh.
Friends, acquaintances.
After experiencing betrayal and rejection from his family, superiors, and so-called spouse, can he still withstand this gamble?
Jiunan wanted to hesitate, but when he saw clearly where he was, he knew that he had come to the right place.
“——Plop.”
With a light sound, he pulled something out of his pocket, swung his arm forward, and threw it out with all his might. The dog tag, which once symbolized his military identity in the first half of his life, drew a bright arc under the orange sky and finally fell into the sea.
The waves surged, and in an instant the general card was thrown up, and a passing bird caught a glimpse of the information on it.
【Name: Sius Seibuji
Codename: Buzzard, Leopard
Military rank: Major General of the Imperial First Army
Contact supervisor: Golden Eagle]
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The war is still going on. Taking into account the issue of fighting according to local conditions, Bai Ling decided to recruit all the previous members of the Ghost Legion and select available militia to re-form the team.
"As for the military number, how about using the one from the previous guy?" Bai Ling said thoughtfully, "301, the postal code of this planet. The military number is also the planet number, which seems to be a good idea."
"Very suitable." Yu Chen agreed.
Since the army needs to be reorganized, a new corps commander-in-chief must be appointed. This position is crucial and requires officers with rich experience and strong management skills, preferably those with experience in being stationed on subordinate planets.
When asked about the candidate, Bai Ling calmly said that he had found the right person.
Making dog tags in the military is a new round of writing contacts.
A week later, one afternoon, the weather was fine, and an old customer visited the coffin shop.
The eagle, wearing a military uniform and with a real cowhide wine bag on his waist, walked into the store and stood still.
"Boss, I want to cancel the order."
The boss hurried out from the back. He was stunned when he saw the person coming. The wrinkles on his face gradually spread out as he smiled. "It's you," he said while wiping his hands. "Still can't find the contact person?"
Seibuji lifted his stiff military cap, revealing a pair of golden brown eyes.
The buzzard has low brow bones and a strong sense of oppression on his face, but his round pupils weaken this feeling, making his face lively and bright.
"No, I have a new contact and don't need a coffin."
The boss happily returned the deposit to him.
He didn't see the eagle again for some time. It was not until half a month later, when the war was nearing its end and the Duke's lair was raided, that he heard something about it while eating at the Seaweed Restaurant.
I heard that Seibu Tsukasa led the encirclement and suppression work of the Governor-General's Office.
When they rushed in, Duke Moray was kicked down by him, and when he looked up, he saw the downward muzzle of the Eagle's gun.
Duke Moray begged for mercy: "Don't kill me... By the way, I recognize you! Which regiment are you from? At least you were not eaten by the lions in the Colosseum because I begged for mercy from the swordfish. I said, let this kid live a little longer. Remember - I am your savior!"
Xiwusi pulled the safety pin, sneered and spat, "Before you die, you should remember who I am."
"What?" Duke Moray was shocked.
Xiwu Si looked down coldly and contemptuously, "Remember, I am the major general of the 301st Air Force of the Wild Star Army. 30 minutes ago, I wiped out all 1,478 people in the Governor's Office--"
With a bang, the Duke's head was blown open and blood splattered all over his face.
Wash his hair with the blood of his enemies to wash away his shame.
Water our fields with the dirty blood of the wicked.
The Duke's head hit the ground, and the flies that had been waiting for a long time pounced on it and sucked his body happily.
Such a scene might have been horrifying, but when they seized hundreds of tons of gold from the Duke's lair, everyone cursed and applauded his death.
With the support of people all over the planet, this huge fortune was deposited into the account of Wild Star and used for post-war reconstruction and all other matters.
Interestingly, Bai Ling also received a personal gift.
He waited for Yu Chen to come back and dismantle it.
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At the end of the war, there were too many injured people and the beds in the field hospital were tight, so Bai Ling simply gave up his office to use as a ward.
He and Yu Chen stayed at a resident's home for a while.
The mermaid has not been idle recently.
He held several positions and was given a new identity.
The cause was that a local militiaman was seriously injured in a battle a few days ago. He had faith, and when he was dying he wanted to ask the priest to send him off.
However, the novice priest was not there. He had already returned home and collapsed from exhaustion from attending so many funerals.
At this time, a group of people shouted desperately, "Is there a priest? One who can recite prayers will do! Come quickly!" while holding down the soldier who was vomiting blood.
Ifas happened to be nearby and went over when he heard the noise.
He bent down, grabbed the wounded man's bloody hand, half-closed his eyes, and solemnly recited the "Maria of the Rosary" for him.
"I commend this martyr to you, Mother of Mercy; I ask you to provide shelter, Mother of Everlasting Help..."
The intonation was smooth and solemn. The pronunciation of Hebrew was ancient, low and unfamiliar, spreading warmly and heavily over the battlefield where smoke and gunpowder had settled.
Bai Ling did not believe in God, nor did he understand these scriptures, but like the others, he quietly gathered around and stood there to listen.
The mood is very calm.
He thought about his past life. If he had known he was going to die, he might have found a pastor in advance to verbally send himself off.
When the team was going back, he walked with Yu Chen and said casually during the chat, "I didn't expect you to be so skilled at reciting elegy."
Yu Chen stood beside the corpses and ruins, looking at him, "I have sent people away before."
"Who is it?" Bai Ling asked subconsciously.
He was smiling, but suddenly met a gloomy and deep gaze. There were many emotions hidden in those eyes, as if condensed from a lifetime.
Bai Ling couldn't laugh anymore.
——Everything he knows, all his strange skills, are related to you.
It was as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms and his words came true in an instant, with an inescapable sense of fate.
Bai Ling thought, I don’t want to escape either.
So he hugged the fish's waist, gave it another kiss, and repaid the priest for the chanting fee.
Little did he know that the story of the Priest Fish would continue for a week after the death of the Woodpile Bird.
After the explosion, the bird's ashes fell into the mermaid's eyes. The mermaid thought, this is good, it doesn’t mean she will die without a burial place.
My eyeballs, my corneas, my nerves, blood vessels and flesh cells are all your graves.
Sprinkle your ashes among my body, and when spring comes, a bird will once again spring from my soil.
Why isn't it considered the child I gave birth to?
Of course, there is no need to tell the child this, lest he have nightmares.
Some time later, the trainee priest heard that a private in the logistics team could pray, so he rushed over and begged him to join the funeral procession at all costs.
The mermaid worked during the day and worked part-time as a priest in the evening.
Sometimes I visit so many cemeteries that my voice becomes hoarse.
That day, they moved to another resident's home.
As night fell, there was a knock on the mottled little red door. Its stone walls are cheap, but they are carved with delicate twined flowers, which shows that the residents of this building love life.
Yu Chen took off his mask and waited quietly in front of the door for a while. At this time, only half of the residents have lights on, because the other half of the building is in ruins. Looking up, the roof has turned into the sky.
After a moment, the little girl inside ran to open the door, and when she saw him, her eyes widened in surprise. Then she turned to look at the adults rushing out of the kitchen, then looked at him again, and finally ran back with a low cry, hugged her mother's waist, hid behind her, and timidly but excitedly stretched her head to look:
"It's Mr. D!"
This is the Mysid home. His mother adopted the child from the next-door neighbor and raised her as her little daughter.
They warmly welcomed Mr. D and wanted to make him a new dinner, but Mr. D said kindly, "I smelled your bean soup at the door."
Mother Mysis grabbed her apron and tried to persuade her anxiously, "But those are leftovers."
Yu Chen smiled: "I love to eat that."
He is so nice. The shrimp mother knew that he didn't want her to work too hard, so she bowed in gratitude and quickly took her little daughter into the kitchen to heat up the meal.
Mr. D is one of the financial backers of Yexing. It is common knowledge that all the bread distributed on the street comes from his pocket.
Yu Chen walked into the restaurant, took off his black cashmere coat and put it on the back of the chair. He had just pulled out a chair and sat down when he heard a door click not far away and someone walked over with lazy steps.
She walked across the table, pulled out a chair, sat down in it, and then smoothly and skillfully placed her ankles on his knees.
Yu Chen looked down and said, "You are not wearing socks."
The bird leaned back in the chair and stretched lazily, "I was just sleeping."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"I ate early."
His shirt was unbuttoned and a trace of bandage could be seen at the open collar. Noticing Yu Chen's gaze, he did not avoid it and told him, "It's okay, it's just a minor sprain. It will be healed tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Mysid's bean soup arrived quickly. The soup was thick and steaming, but she still felt a little shabby. She pinched her apron nervously the whole time. Especially when she saw Bai Ling sitting opposite her, she became excited and incoherent:
"Really? I should have cooked sausage rice. I had already decided to cook sausage rice. It's what I'm best at. I shouldn't have cooked bean soup... His father said that I didn't cook it well and it was always mushy, but I'll pay attention... Do you like it? Otherwise, I'll go to the neighbor upstairs to borrow some vegetables, and it will be ready soon-"
Before he could finish his words, Bai Ling stretched out his arm and grabbed him.
The two of them barely managed to persuade her to come back.
Mrs. Mysid went out to the living room to add wood to the fireplace, leaving them alone in the dining room.
There was only a small warm light on the table, which illuminated the rising steam from the bean soup in every detail, as if by magic.
Bai Ling sat face to face with him, holding her chin with her hand, smiling. She looked at the man who had returned from his prayers for a while, then reached out and brushed away the snow on his head.
It was a cold late spring with a light snow, and I felt depressed but my heart was beating fast, and the palm of my hand holding the handle of the spoon was hot.
"How is it?" Bai Ling turned to Tang.
“It tastes good.”
Bai Ling smiled and said, "Your people brought you the soup with their own hands." To provide for you. As he spoke, he picked up a small piece of bread, leaned forward, dipped some hot soup into the gloomy bowl, sat back in the chair, and ate slowly.
It feels amazing.
A feeling of drinking a bowl of holy soup together.
Yu Chen also slowed down the pace of drinking his soup. The two of them understood each other tacitly and sat in silence, enjoying this time quietly.
But this feeling is very private. Mrs. Mysid, who was already fast asleep, would never know that her worst soup had received such high praise.
The sleeping room is side-lying.
The old man in my family passed away and the room has not been used for many years. There is a statue of the Virgin Mary in it, next to the foot of the bed.
Bai Ling lay down and looked at the statue on the table. "I was wondering why I felt like someone was watching me in my dream."
Yu Chen sat over, put his hand on his forehead, and stroked his hair. "Are you having a nightmare?"
Bai Ling frowned and tried his best to recall, "It wasn't really a nightmare... a weird dream."
"How weird?"
"It's really weird..."
Yu Chen went out for a walk, found a clean piece of cloth and covered the statue of the Virgin Mary.
Bai Ling lifted the quilt with peace of mind, turned sideways, and pinched the mermaid's wrist, "This is much better."
I turned off the lights and held the bird in my arms. The quilt was also fluffy and had been exposed to the sun, but the sprained shoulder put pressure on the bird's nerves, so it always had trouble sleeping in the middle of the night.
Yu Chen heard him humming in his dream.
Sometimes happy, sometimes depressed.
Still muttering, "Give me back my pigeon."
What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Bai Ling had a great time raiding houses these days and he dreamed of pigeons falling from the sky at night. White, black, spotted, homing pigeons, racing pigeons... pile all the falcons into a mountain of pigeons!
He picked up the things as he ran, but he couldn't hold them all in his arms.
I picked up the items at the end and ran into the robot warehouse, where I was knocked down by a monster... During the process, a milk truck delivered milk.
It is a hodgepodge of all the things you like that form the core of your dreams.
Rustic and absurd.
Yu Chen watched him twisting around in his arms as if he was running a race, and then he raised his arms as if he was being assaulted and trying to fly away. Helplessly, he hugged the man's waist and put his forehead against his, ready to comfort him quietly.
Drive away nightmares.
By the way, let’s see what the baby is dreaming about, why is he making such a loud noise.
The spiritual thread reached in and saw that the baby was fucked by an extra-large milk bottle.
Yu Chen:? !
It was indeed to the point where even he had to say "how weird".
Chasing the illogical dream forward, Yu Chen followed Falcon Cub into a garden full of roses.
Falcon stopped in front of a statue of Our Lady of Sorrows with a compassionate face.
Yu Chen looked up and saw the Madonna with his face, standing on the altar with a halo on her head, a circle of milk bottles at her feet, and a sign that read "Madonna of Whole Milk, pay 0.5 yuan to light up the light once."
Yu Chen: “……?”
Looks like a cult.
And upon closer inspection, the halo turned out to be a plastic light toy.
But the young falcon in the dream was serious.
He stuffed the pigeons he picked up into the donation box, then ran in and out, bringing in a lot of small boxes. There were pine, cypress, raw cut, and composite boards, inlaid with black and white photos, all of them in military uniforms.
Yu Chen breathed softly, looking down quietly, waiting for the young falcon to make a request.
The bird actually started to sell. He held up his friends' urns and showed them to the tall Virgin Mary. "You can use them as fertilizer for your flowers. They are strong and brave. I will come here and live in your garden in the future."
Waiting for the day to sprout again.
At this time, the wind blows over, and the ashes are scattered among the rose bushes, becoming seeds for the next spring.
—Rose, a head born for the decapitated head.
No marble, our emblems shine brighter than that;
No granite, our breasts are harder than that;
No plaster doors, no crosses, we are without sin;
Sleep in mother's garden, in spring, in autumn, in the bitter cold of winter;
We will meet again;
The flaming red roses are our tombstones.
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