Shuoyu put his hand on Fanla's helmet, and tidied up the clothes that Silasila had taken off with small movements. He pressed them with his body and leaned against Fanla, as if he was responding to Fanla, or as if he was talking to himself.
"We're still alive now."
I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a hundred years, time has lost its meaning to him.
The cuckoo's voice rang out beside them, and he didn't know why he suddenly remembered where he had heard it from. When this noisy bird called, it was certain that someone was going to die. Shuo Yu looked at Fanla lying on his back and at the map that Si La Si La had just looked at, and couldn't help but grab his hand.
"I'm so annoyed. You said, 'Dead, dead,' he's not really dead, is he? What if he's discovered?"
"Banxian'er, you've also started to say unlucky things. Can't you just hope for him to be alright?" Meng Fanle looked at Banxian'er who stayed beside him. To be honest, he was glad that he was not alone at this time.
"I don't know. I just feel my heart beating very fast. I always feel like something bad is going to happen." With every noisy bird call, his heart was beating abnormally.
"You're just scaring yourself. Don't you know how to calculate? Can't you just do the calculation?"
"Me? That was all a lie. I can't actually calculate anything. I'm just a lunatic with delusions. Don't take what I said before seriously. It was all fake. Fanla, you didn't believe it, did you?"
Meng Fanle's eyes swung back and forth, wanting to say that he didn't believe it. He knew it was all fake from the beginning. How could there be such a thing in the world that went against common sense, facts, and science? But he said nothing.
Shuoyu bit his lower lip hard.
The damn bird calls around him made him uneasy, and he even felt that the wind was a bad omen. Many images inevitably appeared in his mind. The corpses he had seen before seemed to have a specific face, the black face of their leader,
"Lightly, lightly, gently, Banxian'er, why are you exerting so much strength?"
Fanla covered his mouth, glared at Banxianer, and quickly put the map away. Although he didn't want to believe it, he also expected that he would lose the bet again.
Shuo Yu looked at his hands embarrassedly, and patted the place where he had pinched accidentally just now. His two eyes continued to look at the place where their leader left, lying down,
Gunshots rang out not far away. Their enemies were practicing shooting again, or perhaps just shooting randomly to get by. He felt that waiting like this was not a solution. He had to go and take a look, even if... he had to drag the body back to the east bank.
He didn't know how much time had passed since Si La Si La left, he only knew that the sky was getting darker and darker. He just took a step forward when his belt was grabbed tightly by Fan La beside him. He turned around and saw a guy who was obviously trembling with fear from the gunshot, but still refused to let go.
"I have to bring him back, don't I?"
"You can't go."
This was the most resolute thing Meng Fanle said, apart from those boring curse words. No matter what was said, Meng Fanle felt that he would never let go. He couldn't accept being alone here. He would really go crazy.
Shuo Yu looked into his eyes. Between the branches of his helmet and the small undulating rocks, Fanla had shrunk himself completely behind the small rock, with the arm holding his belt being the only part of him that was exposed.
Not far in front of them, the sound of bullets continued, so close that it seemed to be firing all around them. Shuo Yu watched as the red light hit the rocks on the Nujiang shallows. The bullet shells hit the rocks and were reflected into the tiny cracks in the rocks. A wandering river water washed over, turned around and fell into the Nujiang again.
Shuo Yu twisted his body. He couldn't kick that rat-faced guy like their leader did and then leave, so he stared at Fanla for a long time, a really long time. Finally, he sighed, pulled his upper body back, and hid with Fanla behind the rock that couldn't even cover their heads.
The sound of bullets in front of them gradually stopped, and the surroundings returned to silence. For a moment, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world, and no one else.
Fanla still held the gun in his hand, but Shuoyu had thrown the gun away long ago, but he still had Changfeng on his back. He could throw away the weapon, but not Changfeng.
This went on until night. Shuo Yu spent the entire night looking at the moon above his head. The moon on the 16th was always rounder and brighter than the 15th.
At once, he remembered a lot of things: the veterinarian's warm hands, Xiaozui's eyes that were always crying, Yu Xiaoqing's steady broadsword, Milong's noisy Northeastern Errenzhuan, Bu La and Yao Ma's Liu Hai chopping wood... so many scenes played in his mind like a movie.
But what he thought about most was their leader.
In the black jungle not far away, after the sound of the Japanese army's gunfire disappeared, the cuckoo birds began to make a continuous noisy sound, making the night even quieter. In such an empty night, neither he nor Fanla spoke. He did not look at what Fanla was doing, but just looked at the moon in the sky. He suddenly remembered the night not long ago.
I remembered the story that Fanla told me about Santa Claus and Snow White picking mushrooms, and I suddenly realized that Christmas was coming.
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