This made Shuoyu and Fanla wait from the first light of the mist until the sun rose slightly in the east. They had no food or water, and all they had was a long wait. It was extremely quiet, no one spoke, only the sound of pens scratching on paper.
Annoyed, he twisted his neck and looked at the one who didn't even look at them, dying. Any kind of waiting was long and torturous, like a shorthand grinding his heart, grinding it into powder bit by bit, and then being blown away by the wind, leaving nothing.
Shuo Yu looked down at the guy beneath him whose body temperature was gradually losing. In fact, his condition was not as bad as he thought. It was just annoying that this guy always tended to think the worst of things. A humming sound replaced the noisy cuckoo and rang regularly in his ears.
He hit Fanla's head with his head, making him look at him, and said in a very low voice,
"I'm so annoyed. Listen to me. Santa Claus told me a few days ago that he would come to see you in a few days. He really called me."
"Banxian'er... you... now... do you think it's fun to lie to me?" Fanla looked at the smiling face close to him, opened his eyes a little wider, and looked at the Banxian'er in front of him.
"When have I ever lied? Do you believe me?" Shuo Yu looked at his face, trying to get him to focus, and used her hands to pull at his eyelids, asking him not to close them.
"...I'm about to die, and you're still lying to me..."
Si La Si La listened with his ears, and between the map in his hand and the Japanese position, he glanced at Fan La and Ban Xian Er who were huddled together, with a look of helplessness on their faces.
"Why do you two have so much to talk about?"
"Hey! Young Master, I... I'm going to scream, I really am going to scream... I'm going to die, I don't care about anything anymore..."
"Go ahead and shout! If you wanted to shout, you would have already done it in Myanmar. Why wait until now?" Silasila said nonchalantly, not even turning his head back, and continued to draw his picture.
Shuoyu glanced at him, tore his shirt into long strips, and bandaged Fanla's chest with them. He was very glad that his teacher at school was very strict, so he learned these things and knew how to bandage.
Meng Fanle looked at Banxian'er who was busy beside him with his dizzy eyes. He just stood up and fell back down. He spoke weakly, his eyes looking at the sky.
"What will you say to me?"
"Not at you, but at your corpse." Si La Si La has already decided to find a quarrel with Fan La.
"...Then what will you say to my corpse from across the street?"
"Don't worry, you won't die. Old people always say that good people don't live long, but evil people will last for thousands of years."
Shuo Yu didn't want him to think that he was going to die soon. This was not good. People who think they are going to die are really not far from death.
"Maybe I'm a good person? I'm going to die as a good person."
"Bah—you think you're a good person? You don't have to think about your body remaining on the banks of the Nu River forever, immortalized. We'll be here soon and bury you, so your stinking corpse won't be a nuisance and a buzzing mess."
"...I knew it, I knew it...you...you all hate me. Look, I'm attracting flies."
Shuo Yu stretched out his hand and waved away a few flies that were crawling onto Fanla's face and even trying to fly into his nostrils.
"Your words are not bad, but you are worse than your words. Banxian'er is right. Good people don't live long, but evildoers last for thousands of years. You are the biggest evildoer."
"Don't worry, you won't die. I won't leave you alone on the West Coast. We don't hate you. We all like you."
Two different voices rang out beside Meng Fanle's ears, one good and one bad, one an angel and one a devil. In the past, he always listened to the devil, but this time he wanted to listen to the angel because he didn't want to die. A rare honest word came out of his dry mouth. He said,
"I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!"
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