On the morning when Qi Tianer attempted suicide, he knocked on everyone's head and told them that if anyone did that again, he would quit being a doctor and let them fend for themselves so that he wouldn't have to do this thankless job day after day.
Qi Tianer, who was leaning against the first line of defense at the door not far away and looking outwards with vigilance, turned around when he heard this and smiled at Shuo Yu embarrassedly.
Shuo Yu just turned his head and didn't want to look at him. If the other party really wanted to thank him, he shouldn't let him see him in the operating room again.
Fanla said that he cried, but he said no. How could a stone eye shed tears again?
"It wasn't me who said that, Banxian'er. It was our Chief Ayi who wrote it. He said you cried."
"That was just him farting! I'm not crying. If you guys want to do something like that again, stay away from me and don't let me see you!"
Fanla didn't respond, but chose to end the topic in silence. He didn't want the only doctor among them to quit.
They are here, not for anyone else, but just to try to survive for themselves, it's that simple.
Fanla continued to read, and called out to Master Mai who was standing at the door, looking up at the sky, waiting for the plane to drop him, because Ayi also mentioned him in his diary.
"...The artillery fire was directed brilliantly this time, and the bombers below were also quite brilliant—hey, doesn't he have any other words to say besides brilliant?... Anyway, after my prayers last night, today is the luckiest day, and I will continue to pray—who would have thought that he would also help that night?"
"What contribution did he make? What else did he do besides trembling with help from the whole nation?" The person who spoke was Milong, who was in the process of turning his butt upside down. He squinted his eyes and didn't believe that Ayi, that kid, also contributed that night?
"What does he believe in? Will it work? Wong Tai Sin, or the Black Mountain Demon? Do you know Banxian'er?"
"How can I know what Ayi is praying in his heart? Didn't he write it in his diary?" Shuo Yu glanced at Milong's current unrestrained sitting posture of a Northeastern uncle, indicating that he didn't know either.
How could he believe it if he had never heard of Ayi?
"Recite it quickly, stop being annoying, we are anxious to hear what comes next!" Bu La wanted to know what A Yi believed in that was so effective, so he also wanted to pray today.
"Please hurry up, let me take a look!" Fanla used his eyes to carefully identify Ayi's handwriting in the weak sunlight.
"An atheist." This was the response from Master Mai. He was very disdainful of Ayi's last-minute cramming behavior. After all, he had been communicating with his God devoutly recently, and he almost said something when he went to the toilet.
Fanla turned his head to look at Master Mai who was almost turned into a statue facing the sky, opened his mouth, turned around and continued,
"...Collins scolded us for not maintaining our guns, even though we had always been doing so. I told him we were just using them too hard, and Collins started crying—oh, everyone helps! Our Commander Ayi said you cried, how about you cry again?"
Being annoyed by the calls for universal assistance, he had no reaction. He didn't like war, but he was forced to be involved in this war with them. Just last night, this unlucky guy killed an enemy who had somehow found his way here. Since then, he has been crying silently. Until now, he is still repeatedly wiping the gun that killed him.
When he turned to Fanla, his eyes were narrowed and filled with tears.
But fortunately, I didn't expect him to respond, so I continued reading.
"...Later, when the food was being distributed, Milong cried...Milong, you really cried, and our deputy leader saw you?"
"Crying, haha, you dead Northeast guy, are you really crying?" This was He Shuguang who was stirring up trouble. Milong was a little embarrassed and immediately retorted,
"What are you crying for? I was just being smoked by a machine gun that drinks urine!" Milong argued loudly for himself.
Shuo Yu remembered that day when he had just distributed food, he was called away by Si La Si La. This time, there were only the two of them within three meters without him. Shepizi said that he was going to prepare a special meal for their regimental commander, which caused a lot of commotion.
He wasn't sure what the captain wanted to talk to him about, but he followed him anyway.
In Takeuchi's bedroom, the front room had become Master Mai's radio room, where they slept crowded together, and in the corner there was a pigsty made by Fanla.
He followed Si La Si La into the innermost small room. He had not been here very often, so he did not know there was another small room inside.
The room was very small, filled with clothes, books and other sundries of Takeuchi Renzan. The remaining space was only enough for two people to stand with their legs apart. After Silasila entered, he found a place to sit down. He was a little confused, not knowing what to do, and there was no place for him to stand, so he simply squatted down on the spot.
He looked at his captain and closed the unnecessary door behind him. For some reason, this reminded him of a movie he had seen a long time ago, which also had a similar plot.
Western religions believe that people are born with original sin, so people must pray to God from birth until death to cleanse their sins. There is such a place in every monastery.
There are two adjacent compartments with thick curtains between them to prevent people sitting on either side from seeing each other. Generally, one of the compartments is occupied by clergy such as nuns and godfathers, who listen to people's confessions and finally say some nonsense that God has forgiven you.
Because the Godfather on the other side of the curtain didn't know who was atoning for his sins, he had to listen in silence. This allowed the other party to relax and tell his secrets, which made him feel better.
At this moment, this completely dark room without any lights made him think of a word - atonement.
"So what do you want to say, my captain?"
In such a dim and dark room where not a single ray of light could penetrate, even the sound of breathing became so obvious that he could only see the other person's vague figure and nothing else. He silently counted the other person's breathing in his heart, waiting for Si La Si La to speak.
He didn't know how much time had passed. The narrow space, the thin air, and the two silent people all seemed a bit strange, so he asked again.
"What do you want to say, my friend?"
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