Shuoyu let go of Bu La. Bu La glanced at the stiff Banxian'er, then glanced at Fanla, took the photos on the table, and wanted to leave secretly, but was stopped by Shuoyu.
"Give it to me, no hot pot."
Bu La looked at the hands stretched out in front of him, grabbing his head, hesitant, but still gave it to him, then ran away from here as fast as he could.
Shuo Yu wanted to find a place to take a good look at those black and white photos, but after looking around, there was no other place except the simple hospital bed under Fanla's butt. It was the first time he realized that this cave was really very simple.
It was so shabby that it was even more shabby than the room in the original shelter.
Compared to the medical equipment, the majority of this thing was a bunch of miscellaneous items, like bobbins with only one coil left, small medicine bottles of unknown origin, a few relatively clean rags, and a few empty medicine bottles that were now filled with other things (and so on)...
He sat down next to Fanla, breathing weakly, looking at the letter in his hand. The envelope was placed aside. It was sent by a colleague of the old man's son. It was written on it: "To Uncle Hao Xichuan."
Shuo Yu looked at every place in the cave, and finally stared blankly at the ground under his feet. Dashan, who was standing at the entrance of the cave, only showed one eye to secretly look at the master in the cave.
"What did the letter say? Are you bothered?"
"He's dead."
"who?"
"They're all dead, all dead..."
The pair of eyes that were so confused that they could only repeat this sentence looked at Shuo Yu, so Shuo Yu took the relatively new letter from Fan La's hand and scanned the contents, reading it line by line. At the same time, he also felt Fan La's trembling. He didn't look at him, but just let the humid air fill this small medical hole.
The letter said that Hao Lao's son Jie Hema was dead, but how could that be possible? It shouldn't be like that.
"He's not dead." Shuo Yu's tone was very certain when he put down the letter, just as certain as when he said Fanla's parents were not dead.
"Dead, all dead, nothing left, only these..."
"He's not dead."
He looked at the distraught rat spirit beside him and repeated that if the veterinarian's son was dead, he would have known it long ago. A letter could not prove anything. There were so many things that could happen in this world, but the only certainty was that a person was not dead.
"Banxian'er, you bastard! I said he was dead, the veterinarian was dead, you were too late, you know? You slept for three days and three nights! The damn old man finally died, I saw him die with my own eyes!"
"When the shells hit, he, he, exploded into ashes right before my eyes..."
Shuo Yu watched Fanla, who was standing up and jumping, close his mouth. Mouse Face was crying miserably. Shuo Yu just watched him cry, silently wondering what he had meant by saying the veterinarian was dead. Was there another veterinarian in their cannon fodder group?
Shouldn’t there be any…?
So, Daddy Hao...?
He looked at the small stack of precious photos in his hand. He saw the veterinarian's appearance when he was young, but it was not clear. It was as if a special light shone on his face, turning his face into the old face that Shuo Yu was familiar with. He gently touched the face in the photo with his fingers, and his mind was confused as he began to wonder what death meant.
No one knows what it will be like after death, because no living person dies. When a person dies, there is nothing left except the thoughts of the living.
He suddenly remembered a lot of things. The letter should have been given by Tang Ji to his father that day, so the veterinarian hugged Tang Ji and cried, but his son was really not dead. The toad was not dead. Not dead means not dead, and this is a fact that cannot be changed.
He held the photo in his hand. This was the third father who had passed away. In modern times, before she died suddenly from overtime, she had just taken three days off to arrange her fat father's funeral. After going to work, her boss forced her to work for three consecutive days and three nights on the pretext of catching up with the progress, and she died "gloriously".
In the world of cultivation, when he was five years old, his skinny old father was conscripted to work for the city lord's family. He had no news for a long time. When they went to look for him, he said he had never seen this person before. His mother could only take his hand and leave. Later, his mother died.
Shuo Yu thought, maybe he was just a little unlucky with his father, maybe he shouldn't call the old man "Dad".
I don't know when two pairs of hands were clasped together, one pair of small black hands, the other pair of hands that were turning black.
He said, Hey, Banxianer, you are starting to get tanned by the sun in Yunnan.
Shuo Yu looked down at the two pairs of hands, blankly, nodded, and said, Yes, I am not white anymore.
"He's a good man."
"He's certainly a good man."
"Am I a good person, Banxianer?"
"I don't know, sorry, I really don't know anything."
"Hahaha—you know what? Actually, we've always been paying back our debts. We've always been paying back the debts we owe. There's no such thing as should or shouldn't. I've been avoiding this debt, but now I know we can't. No matter where we hide, he'll find us, pull our ears and tell us we still owe something."
"No one can escape, no one..."
"You must pay your debts, and once you pay them, everything will be fine."
"Yes, it's all right after we pay it back. Xiaozui told me the other day that we need to go to Nantianmen again."
When Fanla said this, his eyes were vague and his tone was as if he was going to ascend to heaven. He stood up and covered his ugly face with his two hands (perhaps he also knew that he looked ugly now). Shuoyu looked up at him, pulled him down again, leaned him against the wood he had just leaned against, and asked him,
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