"Hey, Banxian'er, why don't you call me daddy?"
"...Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Shuoyu looked up at the sky uncontrollably. When they were in Myanmar, their leader told them that the dead were floating in the sky, looking at them and talking to them. But Shuoyu could not see anything even after he had a new pair of eyes. He looked hard, but there seemed to be nothing up there.
So what does death really mean?
Shuo Yu and Fanla leaned against the same tree together, looking at the leader standing in the middle at the other end, still yelling at these guys to think carefully about what they wanted, as if he had suddenly turned into a fairy godmother tonight, with a magic wand in his hand that could help everyone realize their wishes, and everyone present was Cinderella (or should we call them Cinderella boys).
"Grandpas, grandpas, think about it carefully, what do you want, ok?"
"The gates of heaven are opening tonight! You'll have everything you want! Heaven and earth, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, may the Jade Emperor appear! Avalokitesvara, Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, and the True Lord Erlang of the Pure Source..."
He really looked like a shaman now, muttering the names of gods Shuoyu knew and didn't know, the names of gods from the West and the East, men and women, humans and non-humans, useful and useless.
But his expression now could be described as a bit pleading and helpless. In the flickering light of the fire, Shuo Yu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He just watched him spinning around like he was dancing, tapping every cannon fodder's shoulder, head, or somewhere else. The only thing he wanted to know was what they wanted the most right now.
Finally, the cow who was playing the piano for him realized that he was serious, and then most of the guys pointed their hands at Shuoyu's pot, which was covered with a lid and filled with a whole pot of soy sauce-colored and fragrant braised pork, which made them so hungry that they couldn't move their eyes away.
Si La Si La, who was standing in the center, looked at Ban Xian Er, who was leaning against a tree with Fan La and laughing at his joke, with a sense of grievance.
So everyone's eyes followed his gaze, hundreds of pairs of eyes sparkling in the night, including Yu Zhi and others who had initially stayed away from them but now also had a steamed bun in their hands, waiting for the meat to be cooked with other cannon fodder.
Such a look made Shuoyu's heart heavy. Something that could not be expressed in words slowly grew in his heart. He looked at Si La Si La's pleading eyes and everyone's empty bowls, sighed, walked over, took the wooden spoon handed over by Da Shan, and lifted the lid of the pot.
The surging hot steam instantly attacked his eyes, forcing him to close them involuntarily. Then the lid of the pot was completely opened. No one spoke for a while, just waiting.
Shuoyu stirred the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon. Those who were closer, such as those who ordered the spicy food, the spicy food, the snake butt, and Kangya, had already stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to look inside. The trembling fat meat appeared as white as jade under the light of the fire. The strong sweet and spicy smell rushed into everyone's throat, and their saliva began to flood. Shuoyu stuck his head out to smell the air and slowly exhaled.
He picked out one of the small pieces of meat, blew on it, and put it in his mouth, tasting it carefully. The glowing eyes stared at him closely, more scorching than the fire under the stove. Someone's belly began to rumble. Shuo Yu knocked on the edge of the pot with a wooden spoon, as if it was a signal, the signal that the cannon fodder had been waiting for.
Si La Si La was the first one to rush over, holding a bowl and biting half a steamed bun that he had snatched from someone's hand. He held his lunch box in front of Shuo Yu.
Shuoyu's hands were in good condition, without any arthritis or rheumatoid arthritis, so the other people waiting in line couldn't understand the Parkinson's disease that the cafeteria auntie would have decades later. One piece after another of the braised pork, glistening with oil and brown broth, was distributed to each guy's bowl.
I ate rice, steamed buns, and braised pork to my heart's content today.
Enough to burst their bellies.
Si La Si La ate very quickly and cleanly. After he finished his meal quickly, he continued to shout at the guys around him who had their heads lowered and were unwilling to even raise them, asking them what else they wanted?
Milong muttered, "Why not have some wine with this delicious food?"
Then a box of wine was placed on the ground for anyone to use.
He still asked, what do you want?
Amidst the noisy chatter, Meng Fanle shielded his face with his bowl, and said in a low voice, "I want a cigarette, a good cigarette!"
He was hit on the top of his head by a box of Cosmos brand cigarettes that he was very familiar with. The laughing voice said,
"You damn cripple, don't think I can't recognize you just because you're pinching your throat. Do you smoke?"
Meng Fanle then looked at the cigarette that fell into his arms carefully, as if he suspected that it actually contained poison that had been replaced.
Shuo Yu looked at this scene and began to think about what he wanted. This was a question he had never thought about before.
Originally he thought she needed money, because money can buy a lot of things. Later, she came to the world of cultivation and followed the trend to cultivate immortality. He thought he wanted to become an immortal, possess boundless magic power and immortality, but now, now he is here, what does he want?
Shuo Yu's eyes were fixed on the lucky bullet hanging on Silasila's neck, which reflected the firelight and emitted tiny streams of light. When others were shouting for guns, cannons, doctors, and medicine, he raised his arms high and even jumped up, but he didn't realize that he didn't say anything, he didn't make any sound, he just jumped.
In the end, it was Dashan who had just finished his meal beside him. Seeing his master like this, he roared like a wolf and made everyone turn their attention to him.
Actually, Silasila did not fail to see Banxian'er dancing with his hands raised. He just thought that Banxian'er had gone crazy again, so he ignored him. Now he looked over and saw that his clothes were open, revealing the simple necklace around his neck. It was not an ornament, at least not in Shuoyu's eyes.
He heard his captain ask him,
"Oh, Banxian'er, what do you want?"
Shuo Yu looked at all the heads turning towards him, and touched Dashan's head a little embarrassedly. This guy was like the bastard in the wishing well tonight, and he didn't even want a coin, but could fulfill all their wishes. He didn't want to miss this good opportunity.
Amid the rustling sound of burning matches, Shuo Yu stood a little closer so that his voice could be heard more clearly. The bastards made way for him and looked at him. He pointed at the lucky bullet hanging around Si La Si La's neck and said,
"Captain, I don't want anything else. I just want this, okay?"
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