"Hey, what's the serious matter? What do we need to talk about, Dad?"
"Don't call me dad randomly. If your dad hears you, he'll scold you to death."
"Okay." Meng Fanle looked at the old man in front of him and he was fine again. He licked the candy in his mouth with his tongue, spread his hands with an innocent look, pretending to be stupid, looking at the old man opposite, not knowing what to say.
But it is very difficult to play dumb in front of such a wrinkled and pitiful face. Meng Fanle came up with a new method, which is that I just won’t look at you. Hey, I just won’t look at you!
In the end he still lost, but before that he had to confirm one thing,
"Who am I, you old man?"
"You're the annoying kid."
"Right, I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay? I'm not telling you because I can't bear it anymore, it's because you keep asking me."
"Okay, I swear, if I tell anyone, I'll be struck by lightning and die without ever returning home, okay? Are you annoying?"
The veterinarian's tone was a bit like coaxing a child. He sat on the ground, crossed his legs, supported his old face with his hands, and pretended to listen carefully.
Meng Fanle sat in his upper seat, leaning forward, getting close to the veterinarian, looking up at the old eyes from below.
"So, our captain has a plan to wipe out the entire family. He wants to use our cannon fodder group to exchange for the Nantianmen. But if we send out ten people, nine will die. What would you do?"
"I won't do it. Only a turtle or a bastard can do it. Only someone with a door stuck in their head or a donkey kicking them can do it!"
"Yes, that's right. Only fools and idiots can do it. I'm happy, I'm really very happy. You think so too. Why should we do it? We have done enough. Why can't someone else take this good opportunity?"
Meng Fan was happy. He was surprisingly happy now because there was another person who had the same idea as him. Three people against one person, the advantage was mine! He was gloating to death. This was the first time he was right. Damn, that madman was wrong.
He patted the old man's shoulder, spoke happily, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Alright, alright, don't worry. He won't die, because Banxian'er and I have already shut up Si La Si La. He won't say anything anymore. Let Master Yu be anxious, and let Yu Xiaoqing be crazy. What does it have to do with us?"
The veterinarian suddenly looked at the face, blinked, and asked,
"...What? Um, I'm...what was that you just mentioned?"
"Why don't your ears work anymore?"
"I told you before, uh, I'm still heartbroken."
The veterinarian sat down next to the tree stump where Meng Fanle had just sat, and used his head to drill into the old tree roots, but he still couldn't figure it out. Now it was Fanle who was standing there in frustration.
"What I just said to you is, how about we, the cannon fodder group, go and exchange for the South Heaven Gate?"
"...Uh, I thought it couldn't be exchanged?"
"No, what's wrong with you today? Can you please stop causing trouble for me? Why should we be the ones to do it?"
Meng was irritated. He didn't want to see the veterinarian like this. He wanted to leave. He felt he was right, absolutely right. Why were they the ones taking the fight again? Shouldn't the elite be the ones taking the fight? They were the elite, what were we? We were just a bunch of cannon fodder. Why didn't we get any good things? Why did bad things always happen to us?
"Your kid just can't stand seeing me getting old. He doesn't even talk to me properly."
Meng Fan bent over to look at the veterinarian's eyes, then was severely burned. He turned his head and pretended nothing happened.
"No one dies of grief, do you understand? What are you doing? They all want to die right now, can't you just let them go? Can't you just hold back your tears? Hold back your tears and let the dead tree take root and sprout! Isn't it good for us to all be alive? Why do we have to die?!"
"But I'm still heartbroken... Looking in the mirror in my parents' hall, I see my white hair, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening—"
Meng Fanle refused to admit that he was wrong, so he wanted to leave here, leave the frustrated poem that his father kept repeating, and leave this old man who was confused from time to time. He wanted to leave, and before leaving, he shouted,
"No one is heartbroken!"
The veterinarian began to mutter something mysterious and strange.
Fanla turned around and took one last look at the old face. He really couldn't bear to look at it now. The thunder not far away was already dense and about to hit. He estimated that the rain would be heavy. When he was about to leave the small open space, he didn't look back, but just shouted,
"Come on, old man, it's going to rain, time to put away the clothes—!"
Meng Fanle turned his back to Veterinarian Hao. He walked a distance and saw thunderclouds gathering in the distance. He wanted to call the old man to go with him. At this moment, a familiar voice passed through the air. It was a voice that he was very familiar with, a voice that he could not forget even in his dreams. It was coming towards them.
He turned back, only able to yell at the veterinarian leaning against a tree root, "Get down!"
The shell that came from nowhere hit the tree root that the veterinarian was leaning against. The black shell splashed up yellowish sand and dust. The huge air wave knocked Meng Fanle to the ground, with dirt and weeds stuck in his nose.
A 75mm mountain artillery shell, just as it fell, these things floated in Meng Fanle's mind. He had seen such scenes many times.
Just one shot, nothing else, so it was just an accident.
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