At night, smoke drifted from the battlefield of Jiqipo. Everyone was only concerned with lowering their heads to pick at the rice in their bowls, swallowing it in big mouthfuls. The greasy and fragrant food was enough to block everyone's mouths, making them unable to say anything.
Shuo Yu smiled as he took his lunch box and went to find Fanla who was still lying in the trench looking at the stars. He put the still warm lunch box on his head and ironed his forehead.
Meng Fanle lay on the wet soil, feeling the breath of nature with his body, his eyes looking up at the sky. Si La Si La said that he should wait here alone until dawn, until the Japanese on the other side found him.
Sometimes when you feel carefully, you can feel the rhythm of the earth. Our feet are close to the earth, but our eyes are always gazing at the starry sky.
Shuo Yu squatted down and looked at Fanla's head. He lowered his head and placed the lunch box in front of his eyes, shaking it.
"Sorry, you're not hungry. You haven't eaten all day. Tonight we have one meat and one vegetable. I even separated the dry and wet dishes for you."
The pair of eyes that were always blurry were now staring at the stars without blinking, as if he had never seen the stars before. He asked Banxianer a very silly question,
"Banxian'er, do you think there is a Santa Claus in this world?"
When Shuo Yu heard his strange question, he looked up at the sky. This unlucky little guy just saw Santa Claus, but today is not Christmas, right?
"I don't know whether there is Santa Claus in this world, but I know that if a child's parents believe in Santa Claus, then there is a high probability that their child will also believe in Santa Claus in the world."
"I'm so annoyed. Is there anything you want?" Shuoyu blinked.
"Me? The young master doesn't want anything now. Now that my parents are back, I can live a peaceful life." Fanla put his head on his hands and looked at the stars in the sky.
"You really think so?"
Shuo Yu reached out to take the food aside and used both hands to block Fanla's head. Milong would not be coming back today. It was said that as soon as he got home, he would hug his wife tightly and would not let go. He asked the guy who came back to ask for leave for him.
"Young Master has no time to seek death, and I certainly don't want to accompany our crazy leader to seek death."
He looked at the pair of little mouse eyes, staring at him, until Meng Fanle turned his head away guiltily, not wanting to look at him. Shuo Yu pulled his head up, letting his neck hang in the air and facing the Nantian Gate.
"It's so annoying. We saw the same thing on the West Coast. Really, do you really want to live a peaceful life and stop fighting?"
"No more fighting, no more fighting, what are we fighting for, what are we fighting with, what do we have left, Master, what do we have left?" Meng Fanle closed his eyes and pretended that he saw nothing.
"Why not? None of the four people standing here just now wanted to fight. Yu Xiaoqing really chose the right place. The four bastards standing here just now are all his fellow comrades. But as I said, he has never been to the South Heaven Gate, so he doesn't know. We have been there, and we know what's there... Someone has to sacrifice."
"But why does that person have to be us? I don't want to fight! No one wants to fight! Aren't Yu Xiaoqing and his elite group shouting loudly? Just let them go. What does it matter to us if a few people die?"
Meng Fanle's eyes were filled with resentment. This resentment could be directed at anyone, but not the person in front of him.
"It's annoying. You said that, and maybe you thought so in your heart, but..." Shuo Yu didn't look at him, but looked up at the stars in the sky and the bright moon.
"But your uncle but——!"
Shuoyu's hands were wet. In his hands was a head that always thought too much. He was always in pain because he thought too much. He had already seen the ending because he thought too much.
The facts were clear in his mind, reminding him countless times, pointing at his head and telling him that there would be no other outcome, no.
Shuo Yu was looking at the Nantianmen, the dark and silent Nantianmen. If it was really as Takeuchi Renzan said, the corpses would have to be piled up as high as the Nantianmen before we could pass through.
"If someone really needs to sacrifice..."
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In the middle of the night, when both the east and west coasts were asleep, Shuo Yu put on his clothes and put his things in order, wanting to make himself look more formal and neat. He held an engineer shovel in his hand and was going to the west coast to finish the work he had not finished during the day.
On the west bank, in the countless uninhabited forests filled with camphor trees and tall trees,
Shuo Yu carried the already cold corpse on his back and wandered around in the woods for a long time before he finally found a satisfactory place, a place that would be full of flowers next spring, a place that would not be affected by the war again, a place where he could sleep peacefully.
He had seen the process many times, but this was the first time he had done it all by himself.
Do this yourself to complete the task,
The moonlight illuminated his silhouette as he chopped down trees to make a coffin. The birds in the forest were awakened by the noise and flew away, but then returned out of curiosity to see what this human was doing. Shuo Yu imitated Mi Long's actions and wanted to build a coffin for this woman he had only met once.
Trim the branches and leaves, smooth the cut ends, and nail them down without leaving too much space...
After everything was done, Shuo Yu had a problem with the tombstone because he didn't know the woman's name. He thought that maybe Meng Fanle's father didn't know her name either. He just knew that she was from this place.
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