Shuo Yu took a look, smiled at Doubing who was looking at him, then returned to his house with the old man's ashes. He had touched the wooden box several times with his hands every night when he was alone, so that it was now as smooth as if it had been waxed.
His eyes looked at the small black and white photo on it, as if he saw the old man smiling at him. He didn't know if some things were destined to be unchangeable, but he was here now.
He heard Yu Xiaoqing's vigorous voice calling out Zhang Lixian's map and the Americans, put the small wooden box in its place, and took Dashan out again. When he went out, the child had a piece of not-so-sweet malt candy in his mouth, and his face had an expression like a smiley face of joy.
It was getting dark outside. The weather in Zenda was always neither sunny nor cloudy, just like the war they were in.
The sun had gone somewhere again, and it was almost time for lunch. Shuoyu went to get something to eat. Zhang Lixian and the others were already preparing their lunch, which consisted of biscuits and canned food.
Shuoyu looked around and decided to have wild vegetable and grain soup for lunch today. He slapped Fanla and Bula, who were buttoning each other's buttons, on the back of their heads and told them to take people to collect firewood and fetch water, and not to do these meaningless things here.
There is a clear distinction between the cannon fodder and the elite, as if there is a line between them.
The elite soldiers didn't care about their battered butts and were busy following the orders of Master Yu, while the cannon fodders were idle and trying to listen to their shriveled chests in front of outsiders.
A small wisp of smoke rose up, and it was time for dinner. Everyone took their own bowl and lined up beside Shuo Yu's stove to eat. This was an unspoken rule.
The fragrance of wild vegetables and the rich smell of starch mixed in the air. The heat temporarily dispelled the coldness in people's hearts. Shuo Yu looked at the big pot with steam rising from it and stirred the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon. Ayi was nowhere to be seen, and the same was true for Tang Ji. No one knew where the two had gone.
The heat bit his cheeks, and he slowly thought that everything that had just happened was real.
In the other room, the elites were very busy, but they were happy. Collins had also learned a few words of Chinese and said hello, holding his bowl and coming to Shuoyu.
Shuo Yu looked at him and smiled. Master Mai also entered the room. He wondered how the soft-hearted American would react when he knew about their leader's crazy plan.
Doubing stopped somersaulting and came to get his meal with his face staring. Shuoyu specially gave him a little more. Today's cannon fodders even buttoned up their uniforms, including Doubing in front of him, who had a complete set of clothes that he didn't know where he got them from.
He listened to Fanla and Bula saying that they were going to be heroes.
"Ah, they think highly of us."
Then Bu La, holding a cigarette he had gotten from somewhere, walked away leisurely with his bowl in his hand. He didn't know whether Bu La understood what Fan La meant. He looked at Klauber, who came to him for the second time, holding a bowl of rice, and filled his bowl seven-tenths full.
Sometimes people cannot eat too much. Staying hungry can sometimes make the mind clearer, like Shuo Yu now.
He was the one who cooked, but he didn't eat. He just continued to stir the already sticky stuff in the pot until everything was so thick that they could no longer be distinguished from each other.
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I don't know how much time passed, the pot was cold, and everyone had some food in their stomachs. Shuoyu didn't want the cannon fodder to compete with the elite, so in order to consume their energy that had nowhere to go, he asked Collins to take them to conduct today's training.
There is no difference between today and yesterday, or even tomorrow. At least there are no knives raining from the sky today, and there won’t be any tomorrow.
Even Fanla, who had just finished his meal and was sitting lazily on the side, was pulled up by Shuoyu to participate in daily training.
Shuo Yu used clean water to wipe Dashan's dirty face, and took her hand as they passed by the group of busy elite soldiers. He glanced at them and found that some of the elite soldiers were also looking at them, and smiled.
There were frighteningly many clouds in Zenda. It had rained and snowed all night last night, and now a little sunlight was peeking through. The scarce and not warm sunlight was squeezed by the clouds, as if the sky we were in had turned into a giant bubble.
Colorful.
Shuoyu looked up for a long time, then came back to his senses under Dashan's pull. He found a few books he had taken from Fanla's father and taught Dashan to recognize the words on them one by one. He also pulled a branch and asked her to write on the ground according to his instructions.
He still didn't know what to teach Dashan, but knowing how to read was always useful.
Dashan was not a talkative person. He just liked to repeat every sentence his master taught him, one by one, holding a branch in his hand and writing every stroke carefully.
Shuo Yu sat on a chair with a missing leg, looking at the closed room where the dead man was. From time to time, there were heated discussions coming from inside. Suddenly, when Da Shan was carefully writing his name on the ground,
The door was opened, and Yu Xiaoqing came out with a furious look on his face, still waving his teaching stick in his hand, leaving He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian, who were carrying large and small bags of miscellaneous items, at a loss.
Every time their leader and Young Master Yu met, it seemed as if they had met too late. The two of them couldn't wait to light the match heads. Shuo Yu looked up at the sun slowly setting in the sky, thinking to himself that this time the heat had lasted for quite a long time.
The cannon fodders were attracted by the excitement, but they didn't dare to get close. After all, Yu Xiaoqing looked like a boiling water lid at this moment.
Shuo Yu just looked at Si La Si La who followed behind Master Yu like a sticky candy. He didn't know what they had said to each other that could make them so inseparable when they walked out, but now they were going to start getting a divorce.
The clothes that Si La Si La had packed for the funeral were now covered in invisible ink inside and out. Fortunately, he rarely washed his clothes, so the difference was not obvious now. Young Master Yu was in a bit of a miserable state. The buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and there were spots of black ink on them, just like moss growing on a tree.
Dead dead, holding a notebook in his hand, no one knows what is written on it, Yu Da Shao turned around again in anger,
"Absolutely not! You said you wanted that, what is that for?!"
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