Shuo Yu looked at the dead man who had just passed away and the new Master Mai who came.
This devout Christian made the sign of the cross in front of him and said that God was blessing him. Shuo Yu looked into those blue eyes. He had just heard Master Mai angrily calling the radio station and asking for everything they needed. For them, this poor American was almost about to break up with the entire world he had lived in.
He thought, he really is a good man, a good man who is willing to stay with them.
The God in everyone's heart looks exactly like themselves. The God of a cow must look like a cow, and the God of a sheep must look like a sheep. If Master Mai's God looks similar to him,
He thought, he was willing to believe that such a God would save them, today, right now, this minute.
Shuo Yu tried hard to smile at the slightly sad face, but it was a little painful at the corners of his mouth.
He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He just watched the people around him get busy again. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Later, when he saw Ayi's diary, he realized that he had been unconscious for a whole day and night.
He watched Fanla come over and carefully wipe his body with the gasoline he got from He Shuguang. He thought that what was on his body was caused by the Japanese devils' poison gas, and it would be fine if he wiped it with gasoline. Shuoyu just lowered his head and looked at him, smiling.
"Is it annoying? Are you worried about my death?"
"Can you please shut up? Why can't a doctor learn from Old Man Hao and protect himself first? If you die, we won't even have a half-baked doctor. The young master doesn't want to die, let alone wait for death."
"Sorry, are you worried that I'm going to die?"
But as soon as they finished speaking, they both fell into a familiar silence. This was the first time they mentioned the old man to each other since his death.
If Meng Fanle avoided mentioning such a sad person, it was because the longing for the dead would tightly wrap around his heart like a poisonous snake, making it difficult for him to breathe.
His behavior was purely deliberate. He didn't say anything, didn't think about it, didn't mention it, and didn't bother. He always felt that this group of people, including himself, had always been a burden to the old man. Now the old man could finally get rid of this group of burdens. This was a good thing. The dead should no longer care about the affairs of the living.
On the eighth day of holding the Nantianmen, Zhang Lixian lost half of his face, one of his ears was numb, and a piece of his scalp was missing. Each of them lost some skin to the corrosive poisonous gas (the only difference was the skin on their feet and face). After all, gas masks and khaki clothes could not block the large-scale rotten poisonous gas.
Shuo Yu wrapped himself completely like a mummy and continued to do what he should do.
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